He felt strong hands on his back, and he shifted, allowing Travis to ease his jacket from his arm, then moved so he could pull it all the way off. Realizing he had his shoulder holster on, he forced himself away from Kylie long enough to remove his weapon and then his shirt. Much to his relief, Travis was dropping his clothes left and right.

“Come here,” Travis told him as he started to unbutton his pants. “I think it’s time we give her a good show.”

Damn. Gage really liked the idea of that. And he knew just what Travis had in mind. Warm hands slid into the waistband of his pants as Travis slid the zipper down and then lowered his slacks over his hips just as Gage was stepping out of his shoes.

“I’ve wanted to do this all night.”

Gage peered down at Travis as he lowered himself to his knees directly in front of him. As gently as he could manage, he slid his fingers into Travis’ dark, silky hair, holding him while Travis’ warm tongue laved him from root to tip, pausing at the top to swirl around the head of his cock and then again at the bottom as he sucked his balls into his mouth.

“Fuck, Travis.” Gage wasn’t sure he’d be able to remain upright if the man kept doing that.

Travis didn’t seem to be looking for permission because he continued to torment him with his lips and tongue, using his teeth occasionally to scrape lightly along the hard length of his cock. Gage tightened his hand in Travis’ hair, letting him know he was pushing him, and unless he wanted this to be over before it started, he was going to have to stop.

The hint worked because Travis slowly stood, his hand continuing to stroke Gage’s cock firmly, keeping him hovering right there on the precipice. Gage sucked in a breath, but as much as he loved what Travis was doing, his erratic heartbeat was now credited to the delectable woman lying flat on the bed, her dress in a heap on the pillow, the knee high boots still on.

“Fucking hell,” Travis groaned as he turned to see what Gage was staring at. “That’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Yeah, Gage was pretty sure he was right there with Travis. Not only was Kylie mostly naked, she was also using her fingers to play with her clit while she watched them.

“As much as I would like to watch this all night,” she said in a seductive whisper, “I’d really like to feel one of you inside me right now.”

Travis growled, and the heated friction that had been on Gage’s cock disappeared. He watched as Travis closed the distance to the bed, but he didn’t climb on with Kylie. Instead, he took her hand and helped her to stand, leading her over to a chair that sat in the corner. When Travis lowered himself into the chair, Gage held his breath.

“Sit on my cock, baby,” Travis commanded. “And when you’re riding me, I want you to watch Gage as he strokes himself.”

Gage knew this was not going to be easy. He did not want to come by his own hand. Not tonight.

“And then, after I make you come with my cock, I’m going to lay you on the bed and bury my tongue in your sweet pussy while Gage fucks me.” Travis’ stormy blue eyes lifted to meet his. “Hard.”

Fucking hell.

Gage didn’t move at first. Shit, he didn’t think he could. His legs might not have been working, but his eyes were. He watched as Kylie lowered herself down onto Travis while she was still facing Gage.

Reverse cowgirl.

Yeah, this might not work out in his favor because as much as Gage wanted to fuck Travis until they were both begging for release, watching the two of them like that was un-fucking-believable.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck me hard,” Travis groaned, leaning back in the chair while Kylie used her thigh muscles to lift and lower herself up and then down, her eyes focused between Gage’s legs where he continued to stroke his cock. He refused to sync to the rhythm she was keeping because he would’ve certainly come in his own hand.

“Kylie,” Gage said her name. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“So are you,” she answered, her eyes traveling up his body and locking with his.

“Fuck me, Kylie. Ride my cock, baby. Ride me while you think about what it would be like to be downstairs right now, all eyes on you. They’d be watching your beautiful tits as you bounced up and down on my dick. Oh, fuuuckkk!”

“Travis, don’t stop,” she begged. “Keep talking.”

Oh, shit. Gage glanced down, noticing that he was jacking his cock faster, his fist squeezing tighter as he watched the two of them.

“Don’t you fucking come until you’re inside me,” Travis demanded, his voice reflecting the same strain Gage could see on his face. “I’m not coming until you do.”

You’d better hurry up then.

Gage wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold out much longer.

“Is that what you want, Kylie? You want to ride my cock while I sit on the couch, and everyone watches you? Or maybe you’re sucking Gage’s dick while I pound into you from behind right there on the same couch Xander was on. Is that what you want?”

“Travis! Oh, God! I’m gonna come!”

“That’s it, Kylie. Fuck me. Harder. I want your pussy to clamp down on me when you come. Are you ready to come for me?”

“Yes, oh, yes!”

Gage watched as Kylie slammed herself down over and over on Travis’ cock until her body stilled, Travis gripping her hips and holding her still as he thrust up inside of her, letting her ride out her orgasm.

Only seconds elapsed between Kylie’s first orgasm, and when Travis had her back on the bed, flat on her back while Travis stood at the edge, leaning over as he slid his tongue in her pussy.

“I can’t wait,” Gage informed him as he lubed his cock, although he wasn’t asking permission and Travis didn’t say a word.

He didn’t need to. Gage gripped Travis’ hip with one hand while he guided his cock into the blessed heat of Travis’ body, going slow at first only because he didn’t want to come too soon.

“So tight.” Gage stilled as soon as he was buried to the hilt. He held Travis’ hips, keeping the man from moving at all as he willed himself under control.

Once he could breathe again, he began pumping his hips, his fingers digging into Travis’ skin.

“Oh!” Kylie cried out, and Gage looked down to see Travis thrusting his tongue inside of her using the momentum Gage supplied.

Because he couldn’t control the need as it burned brighter and hotter, Gage began pounding into Travis, spurred on by Kylie’s eager moans, the way her tits bounced with each thrust of Travis’ tongue.

“So fucking good,” Gage said. “Your ass is so fucking tight. I love fucking you like this.”

Gage almost stumbled because Travis moved, taking a step closer to the bed as he yanked Kylie to the edge, lifting her legs and then ramming his cock into her.

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Gage!” Travis choked the words out and Gage gritted his teeth, resuming his pace and slamming into him harder, faster. Harder.

In one hand, Travis had Kylie’s ankles lifted up high, his other holding his upper body off of the bed, his legs bent, his thighs hard, solid lines as he held himself so that every punishing thrust from Gage sent Travis pounding into Kylie over and over again as the bed shook beneath her.

“Gage,” Travis called his name, but Gage didn’t slow his pace.

Kylie’s sudden scream sent a powerful shudder through him, and Gage dug his hands into Travis’ hips as he slammed into him once, twice, a third time. “Fucking coming,” he growled as his body stilled.

“Fuck yes,” Travis’ ass gripped him, another rush of sensation flooding through his body as Travis came with him.

A few minutes later, the three of them were on the bed, naked and sated and staring at the ceiling. Aside from falling onto the bed and pulling Kylie toward the middle, so she didn’t end up on the floor, none of them had moved.

“I’d like to make a request.” Kylie’s words were punctuated by her labored breaths.

“What’s that?” Gage asked at the same time Travis did, both of them turning to look at her.

“Instead of porn, I think we should take in some live shows. And then, once we’ve had our fill, one of you could tell me a bedtime story.”

Gage glanced over at Travis, meeting his gaze, both of them grinning at each other. “And what are you going to do for us?” Travis asked.

Kylie turned her head, looking first at Travis and then over to Gage, before looking back up at the ceiling. “I figured I’d be the score keeper. Right now, I think the score is Kylie: one thousand. Gage and Travis: one hundred. I think you boys have some catching up to do. But don’t worry, we’ve got some time.”

“That we do,” Gage said, a smile tipping his lips.

“We’ve got forever,” Kylie added as she reached down and linked their fingers with hers.

“Damn straight,” Travis growled. “It might not be long enough, but it’ll have to do.”