"Do I look like I want to leave?" Ryan stood with hands on hips, his jaw locked as he met Rogue's verbal challenge. He wouldn't back down, no way, not with so much at stake.
"This is a dream come true. Why would I want to call it off?" Tempest reached out to run her fingers over Rogue's chest, then Ryan's. "I want you both. Together."
Her words sent a jolt through Ryan, hardening him even further. Without waiting for an invitation, Ryan reached for Tempest, pulling her into his embrace, placing delicate kisses along her neck and collarbone. Grabbing the hem of her blouse, he tugged, leaning back enough to pull the garment over her head, before tossing it to the floor.
Rogue moved in, stepping behind her. In seconds her bra slackened. Rogue tossed it aside before covering her modest breasts with his large hands, molding and lightly squeezing. Ryan took the opportunity to latch onto one of her raspberry nipples, sucking as Rogue held the tasty treat up for his taking. She gasped, grabbing onto his shirt and tugging. Reluctantly, Ryan stepped back, took his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor as he saw Tempest turn in Rogue's arms, sealing her lips against his in hot passion. Rogue reached down, cupped her ass, and yanked her flush against him, his hips grinding into hers.
Ryan quickly shucked his jeans, kicking them off, leaving him completely naked. Stepping around Tempest, he sidled up behind Rogue, leaning in to lick the other man's earlobe. "You're wearing too many clothes."
Twining his hand between them, Ryan managed to find the buttons on Rogue's jeans, unsnapping them one by one. Rogue took advantage of the space to do the same for Tempest, unzipping her fly, grabbing the waist and pushing her pants and panties to her ankles. Gracefully, she stepped out of the pooled garments, standing in naked glory before them. Ryan hastily grabbed Rogue's shirt, removed it, and threw it into the growing pile of clothing. Rogue finished the jeans on his own, taking only a moment to join them in nakedness.
"Damn sexy." Ryan couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful bodies before him. Tempest with her smaller frame and feminine curves made his mouth water. Ripe nipples stood out against paler skinned breasts while a tiny line of dark brown hair led a path to her promised land. Rogue's larger build full of muscles, hills, and valleys sped his heart. The other man's thick erection bobbed, a tiny droplet of moisture sitting on the tip.
Tempest stared at Rogue, her gaze dipping lower. She licked her lips. "Beautiful." She looked over at Ryan, her eyes sparking with appreciation. "Simply beautiful."
"You're the beautiful one." Ryan stepped forward, taking her lips in a decadent kiss, his hands wandering over her chest, down her belly, before heading south to sink between her legs. "And wet. Oh, so wet."
Rogue wrapped his fingers around Ryan's aching cock, exploring him with a gentle, yet firm touch.
Ryan moaned low, fingers of desire skirting over him with each movement of his lover's hand.
With a knowing grin, Rogue patted Tempest's rear and nibbled on her earlobe. "I can't wait to have your mouth on my cock."
She sucked in a breath and pressed into Ryan's touch. "I can't wait any longer." Stepping back, she moved to the side of the bed, her eyes raking over first Rogue then Ryan, sending them both a 'come hither' look, one Ryan couldn't resist if he tried. "I need you both. Now."
Crawling on the bed, she paused long enough to wiggle her shapely derriere, a hint if Ryan ever saw one.
He glanced over at Rogue, found him engrossed in the breathtaking view. Wrapping his arms around Rogue, Ryan meshed their mouths, his tongue delving deep for another taste of the only man Ryan ever wanted.
Just as Rogue took the upper hand, aggressively seizing control, Ryan leaned back with a wicked smile. "Our lady awaits."
"Tease." Rogue slapped Ryan's rear.
"Always." Gesturing toward the bed, Ryan waited for Rogue to get settled at the head of the bed, using pillows to support him comfortably in a sitting position. Tempest approached him eagerly, her long brunette locks brushing over the sheets and Rogue's cock as she shifted closer.
As both men watched, she lowered her upper body enough to lick the droplet from Rogue's tip.
Rogue groaned, fisted his hands in her hair, and jerked under her attentions. "More, baby. Use that tongue on me."
She glanced up before resuming her activity, this time opening wide, taking the head into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she provided suction.
Rogue's head arched back, his eyes closing, as he took one of her breasts in hand. The expression on his face: sheer sensual pleasure.
A throbbing in his stiff cock prompted Ryan into motion. Digging through his jeans, he found a condom in his wallet. Dropping the clothing, he used his teeth to tear open the foil, quickly sheathing himself. In high anticipation, he crawled on the bed, not stopping until he positioned himself behind Tempest. He rubbed both hands up and down her back before caressing lower with his right, over her rounded rear and between her thighs. Spreading her folds with his fingers, he sank two fingers into her slick well, lazily pumping his digits in and out, teasing her, checking her readiness. From the feel of her, her engine revved high and hot for this experience.
His patience at an end, Ryan lined up his condom-clad cock, and shoved, not stopping until he hit bottom. Heat and snugness welcomed him home, her tight walls clinging as if afraid he would change his mind and leave. Fiery desire took his breath as he set his back teeth in an effort to rein in his runaway control.
Tempest mewled. Rogue cursed. Ryan began to thrust, setting a slow pace, determined to draw out her pleasure and watch her topple from the pinnacle before he reached his own climax.
Together they rocked. He pressed into Tempest, she met his stroke while swirling her tongue over Rogue's erection before taking him deep inside her mouth. Ryan retreated until just the tip remained inside, then plowed in again, punching harder, rubbing over the tender walls of her core, needing to push her to the edge.
"Shit, this is good." Rogue gritted out between clenched teeth. He finger-combed Tempest's hair to the side and held it there, clearing his view. "Right there. Like that." He placed his free hand on the back of her head, gently guiding her motions. "Just. Like. That."
Rogue's face morphed and grimaced, a signal of his impending release.
Without slowing his pace, Ryan reached around Tempest's hips, seeking her juicy folds, sliding through until he found his goal: her clit. Using her body's natural lubricant, he brushed his fingers over the sensitive nubbin, felt her lurch back against him, and heard her low groan.
"That's it, Tempest. You're almost there." He worked the area, pressing lightly and feathering his fingers back and forth.
"Oh, fuck." Rogue's head fell back, his mouth wide open, eyes tightly closed. His transforming facial expressions told Ryan he reached Nirvana under Tempest's skilled tongue.
"Come for me, sweetheart." He delicately bracketed her nubbin and plucked. "I need to feel you come." He glimpsed Rogue's avid interest, his rapidly rising and falling chest. "Let us watch."
She slammed back against him, their bodies slapping loudly with each coming together. "Ryan… I…"
He released all control, wrapped an arm around her middle, and ground against her. After a brisk rub, he pinched her clit again. "Now, baby. Come for us."
Strong contractions massaged his buried cock, clamping tight. The milking action sparked his climax as tingles turned into all out rapture. Leaning over, he roared, his forehead pillowed on her back. Together, they rode the tides of sexual bliss.
Silence reigned, only broken by the sounds of harsh breathing as all of them attempted to catch their breaths.
Ryan moved first, easing out of Tempest's depths, his hand stabilizing the condom. Once out, he shucked the condom, tied the end, and tossed it in a nearby trashcan.
Tempest sat back on her heels, watching Rogue with an impish grin on her face. "You're messy."
He grunted.
Ryan chuckled, walked into the bathroom, grabbed a towel from under the cabinet, and returned. "Here." Tossing the item to Rogue, he stood by the bedside, enjoying the post-coitus antics. A bit relieved they chose an easy path for this first adventure, Ryan could relax and enjoy the byplay. They would cross other bridges later, when they were ready.
"Thanks." Rogue wiped at his stomach. Finishing the task, his gaze found Tempest then Ryan. "What?" He arched an eyebrow.
Ryan's lips twitched. "Just enjoying the view."
Tempest nodded, sitting flat on her bottom on the bed, curling her legs around. She winked at Ryan. "Gorgeous men all around. How did I get so lucky?"
"Maybe you wished upon the right star?" Ryan moved back to the edge of the bed, sitting down where he could watch both of his lovers, soaking in the glorious scene before him.
Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined the three of them sitting naked on the bed after an appetizer round of sex. Yet, he didn't want to be anywhere else. They fulfilled him and completed him like all sides of a triangle coming together as one.
And, this was just the beginning.
Epilogue
Ryan watched Tempest grab a cup of lemonade from the fold-out table as Rogue plucked a bottle of beer from a nearby cooler of ice. Both smiled warmly as they chatted with Lark.
Rogue's black hair stood out amongst all the blond-headed people in attendance. Tempest's long brunette locks did the same. Each stood out for their genetics, but Ryan saw more. Their inner beauty, strength, character, and loving devotion.
Both together. With him. His lovers.
Never would he have imagined such a twist in his life, but not once did he complain. Happiness filled his days, passion filled his nights. Love stayed with him always.
He'd dreaded this day for the past week, ever since his mother called and demanded his attendance. It wasn't her he worried about. Instead, his father's reaction concerned him enough to eat at his gut and send him tossing and turning at night. A retired general, his father lived a lifetime with the Army's stiff regulations against homosexual activities. They never once broached the subject of how he really felt about the rules.
Until today.
Today, he would look his father in the eye after spilling the beans the evening before on the phone to his mother, who then passed the receiver over to his father. They took the declaration in stride, encouraging him to bring not only Tempest, but Rogue along as well. Come to find out, Lark mentioned his threesome relationship a few days prior to their parents. She said they blinked a few times, but didn't say much. Maybe by her doing so, they would have had ample opportunity to come to grips with his reality.
He would find out soon enough and crossed his fingers everything would run smoothly. His father was his mentor growing up, the man he wanted to please above all others. Yet, if they couldn't accept Tempest and Rogue, he would walk away, choosing to ally with his lovers.
"You're brooding." Tempest strode over, Rogue at her side. Both shot him expressions rife with concern.
Ryan released a sigh. "I'm dreading the confrontation with my father."
"I thought he took it in stride?" Rogue sipped his drink.
"He did, on the phone last night. It's in person that I'm concerned about." People could say a lot of things, but most faces didn't lie. His father could show anything from blankness to censure to outright anger. Ryan just wished he knew which to expect.
"From what Lark said, they accepted it pretty well."
Ryan rubbed a hand over his forehead as a movement caught his attention.
Jake, his father, walked up to the small group, his eyes locking on the dark-haired male member. "I hear I have you to thank for saving my daughter's life and Ryan's, too."
Rogue shrugged. "All in the line of duty."
"The hell it is. I owe you a debt I can't repay." The gruff voice lowered with a hint of emotion, broadcasting his love for his children.
"No worries."
With an abrupt nod, he turned his attention to Tempest. "And you, I owe a favor. If you hadn't thought to destroy that bunker and the other compound, my son and daughter would have risked their lives to go back in and may not have come out again."
Tempest blushed prettily. "It was nothing."
Rogue snorted.
Ryan shook his head until his father's gaze landed on him.
"You have my blessing."
He sucked in a breath, cautiously hopeful. "I didn't think you'd understand."
"I don't. But, I don't understand how a fax machine works either. All I know is you're happy and the machine spits out papers with words on it. All falls under the heading of 'if it ain't broke, don't fix it'." With that said, he spontaneously gave Ryan a quick hug, before heading back into the huddle near the grill.
Ryan's mother wandered over, her gaze fixed on Tempest. "You wouldn't happen to be working on producing children, are you, dear?"
Tempest blinked. "Umm. No. Not for a long time yet."
"Well, shoot."
Ryan grinned evilly. "I heard Lark say the other day she and Bryce are trying to get pregnant."