Reunion by LAURA HARNER

RJ’s voice
came out raw, a strangled cry that let her know just how close he already was.
He threaded his fingers into her hair, holding on in great fistfuls that stung
so good. God, she loved that wild abandon on the edge of pain.
    With her lips stretched wide, Patti took RJ even deeper,
swallowing and moaning around his cock, letting him feel the vibrations. His
heels dug in to the mattress and the rhythm of his thrusts faltered.
    One hand released her hair, and she moaned again
as RJ grabbed a handful of Grant’s hair instead and used it like a handle to
pull Grant away from the kisses—dragging him lower so that the two of them were
held in place, taking turns at swallowing RJ’s cock.
    Patti pushed RJ’s knees toward his chest and Grant
held them in place, while he continued to lave their lover. She lapped at RJ’s
balls, so tight and full, she knew he was only hanging on by a thread. Moving
lower, she scraped her teeth along the smooth skin of his perineum.
    “Oh God,” RJ gasped. He rocked his hips, gaining
momentum between the two mouths. Capturing Grant’s gaze, Patti swiped at RJ’s
tight pucker, then she fucked him with her tongue, and Grant swallowed RJ’s
cock to the thick base. When Patti pushed her thumbs through the tight ring of
muscles, their lover went right over the edge.
    Grant’s throat worked as he swallowed and swallowed,
continuing to milk RJ’s cock. Then with a sexy wink, he pulled off and coated
his lips with cum, his easy smile an invitation she had no intention of turning
down.
    ****
    Lord have mercy, Patti and Grant had sucked the
life right out of him. He lay nestled between his two lovers, willing his body
to move, even as they continued to stroke and caress him, murmuring words of
comfort and love. He had a very unmanly thought that this must be what it felt
like to be…cherished.
    He tried to focus on his original intention to let
Patti and Grant be a couple, to maintain a safe emotional distance, but then
someone moaned and his tired dick twitched, and he surrendered. His good
intentions could live to fight another day, tonight was about need and now.
About affirming their connections, about taking their lives off hold.
    For years, the memory of their last night had
sustained him through the loneliness of moving across the country, leaving
everything he’d known behind. Shit, he’d jerked off so many times to the mental
image, he figured he’d spilled enough cum to populate a planet. If he was
completely honest with himself, the chance to have Grant and Patti—
    “Take me, Grant. Want you inside me…”
    “Oh, fuck,” Grant whispered. He shifted his long,
lean body so he could look at RJ. “Are you sure, baby? We really don’t need—”
    “Please…Patti has me ready. I’ve dreamed—”
    RJ reached to pull Patti closer, but she sat back
on her haunches and reached for a bottle of lube and a condom on the
nightstand.
    “Stay just like that, RJ. Let me glove Grant and
lube you,” Patti said.
    “Wait, I need you under me, lover. Like last time.”
RJ struggled to put words together as their hands continued to caress, to
stroke, to love.
    “Not this time, RJ. Just you and Grant. Stay just
the way you are so you can face him. I want to watch the two of you make love.”
Patti’s lid were heavy, her chest rose and fell rapidly, the thought of
watching seeming to excite her. He understood that feeling well, nodded once,
and turned to meet Grant’s gaze.
    With quick movements, Grant pushed off the bed and
pulled RJ’s hips until he was at the edge of the mattress. “Show me, Patti.
Make him ready.” Grant’s hoarse whisper slid across RJ’s skin like a fine grain
sand paper.
    The cool of slick sliding over his ass made him
gasp, but her tongue and thumbs had already relaxed him. Her fingers slid in
and out, spreading the lube, making both men moan.
    “Ready for me?” Grant asked as Patti’s fingers
slipped from RJ’s ass.
    Patti lubed Grant’s cock, then