Venus rising boxset, p.104
Venus Rising Boxset, page 104
Unfortunately, her pussy was already super sensitive from the first orgasm, her swollen lips and clit rubbing over Justin’s groin while the steady pumping of their cocks inside of her pushed her inexorably onward to her second climax.
“Oh fuck...” she said, writhing between them, trying to escape the erotic stimulation that was becoming almost painful in its intensity. “Oh fuck... oh fuck...”
“That’s right, beautiful,” Justin said, pinching her nipples and sending hot flashes of pain from the tender buds straight to her clit. “We want to see you come again.”
“Nooo... it’s too soon,” she protested, gasping as she tried to push back the aching itch.
“No, it’s not. Help her out, Chris,” Justin ordered, and Jessica whimpered. Chris’ hand slid between her and Justin’s bodies, his fingers seeking out her clit. The little bud swelled even more under his touch. She cried out as he expertly circled it, rubbing it exactly the right way to send her careening into a toe-curling climax that had her shaking and sobbing between them.
The steady rhythm of their fucking had been interrupted, but only for as long as it took her to cum again, then they went right back to it, pounding into her like machines, making her dizzy with the painful pleasure of her oversensitive nerves.
“That’s right, beautiful, come all over our cocks,” Justin crooned, the sadistic satisfaction in his voice at her agonized ecstasy all too clear. His dick thrust up harder, faster, pushing her back against Chris’ thrusting cock, and she cried out again as her body clamped down around both of them in vain. She was too wet to hold them, and the friction just rasped against her sensitized flesh, even more, making her sob with the overwhelming sensations.
Two orgasms later, she was a limp dish rag on Justin’s chest, shuddering in the nearly non-stop throes of pleasure, when they finally filled her with their cum, first Justin then Chris jerking and crying out. The double impalement, their cocks spasming inside of her made her shudder and cry out again although she wasn’t sure she could even count it as a separate orgasm because all the pleasure had rolled together so seamlessly.
Completely exhausted, she swatted muzzily at whichever of her men insisted on wiping her down. She felt so swollen and sensitive between her legs. A deep chuckle met her efforts.
“You’ll thank me when you don’t wake up in a wet spot. Sleep well, beautiful.”
Two tender kisses pressed against her forehead, one after the other, then sleep claimed her.
Chapter 6
Steve
Returning to Chris’ house was harder than Steve could have imagined with even more guilt riding him than before. The senator had been torn about whether or not to have Steve stay with Chris. He had ultimately decided it would be the best way forward, giving Steve time to figure out the best way to break up the wedding before it happened. He’d been almost gleeful about it and so damn sure Steve was under his control.
Which he was... wasn’t he?
If he didn’t want to abandon his mother, the same way Chris had, then yes, yes, he was.
He knew it wasn’t actually fair to Chris to think about it that way, but knowing it didn’t stop the seething resentment he still felt. It was easier to think about breaking up his brother’s impending marriage if he was resentful. If only he didn’t feel so guilty at the same time. It had been one thing to show up, thinking he’d find his brother in some sort of weird relationship where he and his partner were using a woman to cover up their homosexuality... now, he thought maybe they really were a trio relationship. That kind of thing didn’t actually work in the long run, but Chris seemed really happy right now.
Why couldn’t the senator just wait for it to dissolve naturally?
Steve almost wished he could go back to being estranged from his brother. Life had actually been easier that way. But when the front door of Chris’ house opened, and he saw his brother standing there, grinning and waving, something inside his gut eased, just a little. He’d missed his brother like hell. There was even a part of him that hoped his big brother would be able to sweep in and fix everything, the way he’d always done in the past.
Except Steve didn’t really know if that was possible, not unless Chris was willing to lose everything, and he’d already made that choice. Steve knew where he and his mom stood—somewhere behind Justin and Jessica. Yeah, there went that curdling resentment again.
“You’re here!” Chris said, almost jogging up to greet Steve as he got out of the car.
The clear delight in his voice soothing some of the bitterness welling in Steve’s chest while simultaneously increasing his guilt. He forced a smile on his face, a smile that became much more genuine when Chris pulled him in for a giant bear hug. No matter his emotional turmoil, a hug from Chris had always pretty much guaranteed to make him feel better, and apparently, that hadn’t changed, despite the years apart.
“Let’s get your bag, come on in.”
“Are you sure it’s okay?” Steve couldn’t help asking nervously. He noticed Jessica and Justin hadn’t come out to greet him and worried it was because they didn’t actually want him there... no matter what they’d said the night before. Also, if Chris gave him an out, the senator wouldn’t be able to blame him.
“Absolutely,” Chris said cheerfully with none of the hesitation he’d shown last night. “I’m looking forward to getting some time with you.”
“I’m still going to have to go to work during the week,” Steve said almost desperately, looking for an out.
“We all are although we all took off Friday,” Chris said simply, bodily moving Steve to the side, so he could reach past him and grab the duffel bag sitting on the passenger seat. “Now come on in, Justin’s making dinner. Do you still like chicken parm?”
“Yes.” Just like that, Steve found himself following Chris inside, torn between eagerness and dread.
The house smelled incredible—tomato sauce, garlic, and melted cheese. For a moment, Steve was transported back to his childhood when his mom would make chicken parmesan for dinner, and the three of them would just talk and laugh. The three of them because the senator was often off doing his Very Important Work—not that they’d really missed him, anyway. Dinner had always been more fun and relaxed without his presence hanging over the table like a shroud.
Instead of his mom, Justin was behind the stove, Jessica sitting across the island from him with a glass of wine, and Chris... well, Steve hadn’t been close to Chris for years now. The feeling of comfortable homieness disappeared almost as quickly as it had arrived, leaving him feeling like an interloper.
“Hey, Steve!” Jessica chirped warmly, smiling brightly at him. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
“No, thank you.” Last night he’d barely had anything to drink because he’d been worried about what he might say if he’d started to really relax, and that held doubly true tonight. In some ways, it had been easier not to let his guard down when in a large group. “I’d love a glass of water if that’s okay.”
“Of course.” She flashed him another smile, hopping up from her seat.
“Oh, I can get it if you just tell me where the glasses are,” he said, feeling bad for disturbing her.
“No, no, sit down,” she said, waving at the seat next to hers.
Expression carefully blank, Justin watched the whole little interaction, and Steve had the feeling his every word, every move was being weighed and measured by the man. He really was way more intense than Steve remembered. In other circumstances, he might have found it hot, but right now, he was mostly intimidated. Sliding onto the seat Jessica had indicated, Steve relaxed slightly when Chris sat down on the other side of him.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked a little nervously, his fingers tapping anxiously on the counter before he stilled them.
“No, I’ve got it, thank you,” Justin said, giving him a small smile.
“Justin prefers not to let us mess up his meals,” Chris teased, accepting a water from Jessica as well. Steve’s lips quirked when he realized both his brother and Justin were drinking waters as well. They must have decided they’d had enough alcohol last night to last them through today.
“So, you normally cook?” Steve asked.
“Most nights,” Justin said, grinning as he deftly buttered and garlicked fat wedges of a hard, crusty bread. “We all take turns, but Jessica and Chris tend to share their nights when they have them. I’m a little more possessive of the kitchen.”
“What he means is that he’s a little more of a control freak,” Chris teased.
“He’s also the best cook out of the three of us,” Jessica pointed out although she was grinning even when Justin shot Chris a look.
Huh. Steve was still trying to figure out the dynamics of the relationship. To be honest, he’d expected them to adhere to the traditional gender roles. Which was a little sexist of him, he realized, but that was how he and Chris had been raised, and it could have partially explained why Chris and Justin felt the need to have a woman around. That would have been sexist on their part, but it would have also been something Steve understood. Instead, his assumptions had been set on their heads again.
“So, what do you do for work?” he asked Jessica.
She was the unknown variable and the biggest mystery, but the more they talked, the more he realized she was just a totally normal woman. He hadn’t been sure she did work, but that was wrong. She clearly wasn’t ambitious career-wise, even though she liked her job. Her real priorities revolved around her friends, her family, and Justin and Chris.
The family thing startled him the most, something he tried to hide although he was pretty sure Justin noticed. It also made him feel ten times worse. Justin’s mom had stood by his side. It sounded like Jessica’s family had stood by hers too. Her dad was going to walk her down the aisle, her brother was walking her mom down the aisle and doing a reading...
Was Chris the only one out of the trio whose family had struggled with their relationship? Unfortunately, Steve couldn’t really figure out how to ask, so he changed topics. The more they talked about the ceremony and Jessica’s family’s part in it, the more uncomfortable he became.
“How did you three get together?” he asked, keeping the question as casual as he could even though he was dying to know the answer. Because seriously, how did a relationship like this even happen?
To his surprise, Jessica, who had up until this point been the most talkative, turned and looked at Justin... and so did Chris. Out of the three of them, Justin had done the least talking, even though everything he was making was now in the oven. He’d just been sitting back and listening to the conversation, rather than a part of it.
“At work, at first, although it took us a while to approach Jessica because we both liked her,” Justin said after a moment. He smiled, but it was a guarded expression, and Steve immediately got the feeling he wasn’t sharing everything. “We convinced her to date us both, but instead of liking one of us more than the other, she ended up liking both of us, and we liked the idea of her not having to choose.”
“Hashtag, why choose,” Jessica quipped, giggling. Seeing Steve’s confused expression, she giggled harder. “It’s a reverse harem tagline.”
“Reverse harem?” he echoed.
“One woman, multiple men,” she winked at him. “But like, way more than just two men.”
“Yeah, don’t you go getting any ideas,” Justin said sternly, giving her a look just as the timer on the oven went off.
If Steve had been impressed by the smell of the dinner, he was even more impressed watching Justin get everything out of the oven. He’d perfectly timed it so the chicken, vegetables, and garlic bread were ready at the same time. The bustle of getting the food onto the table gave Steve some more time to think.
He was pretty sure there was something missing from the story of how they got together, especially since Chris had gone suspiciously quiet, and Jessica had deferred to Justin to tell it. Both of them had deferred to Justin, actually, which made Steve feel acutely uncomfortable. He couldn’t remember his brother ever really deferring to anyone, not even their parents unless he was just giving lip service to keep the peace... then he went and did what he wanted, anyway.
He hadn’t been a black sheep exactly—at least, not until he’d gotten together with Justin and Jessica—but he’d been the ‘rebel’ while Steve had been the ‘good boy.’ In some ways, it felt like they’d never grown out of those roles.
Steve was no longer sure what the right move for the ‘good’ one was, though.
Chris
Even though the guest room was all the way down the hall from the room he shared with Justin and Jessica, Chris couldn’t help but feel a little weird, knowing his brother was so close by, within hearing distance. A brother who was clearly confused by his relationship, although he seemed to be trying to understand.
Steve was also a little more standoffish than Chris wished. That was part of why he’d invited Steve to stay with them this week. He was hoping his brother would see they were a normal relationship, just with one more person than a traditional one. Although the expression on his face when Jessica had brought up reverse harems had nearly made Chris crack up. Maybe he could point out to Steve that it could be worse—from Steve’s point of view, that was. Chris liked to think that he wouldn’t judge, even if sharing with more men than Justin wasn’t for him.
“So, what do you think?” Chris asked, almost pathetically eager for someone to reassure him about having his brother in the house. He sat down on the edge of the bed, still wearing his boxers, watching Jessica and Justin get undressed.
“About what?” Justin asked, turning slightly toward him and frowning.
“Is it going to be too weird having Steve here this week?”
“I like him,” Jessica said almost defiantly before Justin could answer. “I’m glad I get the chance to get to know him better.”
Justin quirked an eyebrow at her. “And a chance for him to get to know you better?”
She blushed, but her chin stayed up in the air. “Well, it can’t hurt for him to see that I’m not an evil seductress or anything. I’d like it if at least one member of Chris’ family could accept us.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, her chin dropped, and she turned her head to him, her expression contrite. “Sorry, I mean—”
“No, you’re right,” he said, holding his arms out to her. Jessica practically jumped into them, snuggling on his lap. His cock twitched with interest, but right now, he wanted physical comfort more than he wanted sex. “I accepted my family was done with me years ago, but I’d love it if I could have my brother back. Hell, I’d love it if my whole family would come around, but even if my mom and dad never do... at least now, I know there’s hope with Steve.”
“Just be careful,” Justin cautioned. “He’s hiding something from us.”
Although Chris’ immediate impulse was to bristle in defense of his brother, he knew there was a chance Justin was right. Still...
“He’s always been reserved, and since we haven’t kept in touch, he’s just even more so. He’ll loosen up as the week goes on.”
Hopefully.
“Are you going to talk to him about the submissive thing?” Jessica asked, curious, twisting slightly on his lap to look at him.
He could tell she was hoping he’d say yes, but honestly, Chris wasn’t sure that was a can of worms he wanted to open.
“Maybe eventually, but not this week,” he said firmly. She wrinkled her nose in disappointment, but Chris pulled her lips down to his, cutting off any argument she might make.
“His family, his choice,” Justin said as he crowded her from behind. They all stilled when they heard a door open and close in the hallway—Steve going to the bathroom. Justin gave him a rueful look over Jessica’s shoulder. “Is this going to be awkward?”
“Maybe a little,” Chris admitted, giving them both an apologetic smile.
“That’s okay, we can just cuddle tonight.” Jessica wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. “I’m still a little sore after last night, anyway. You two went on forever.”
Chuckling, Chris rolled, pulling her over him and onto the bed. “Is that a complaint or a challenge?”
“Neither!” She squirmed over into the crook of his arm as Justin got into bed on the other side, sandwiching her between them.
“Sounded like a challenge to me,” Justin said, kissing her shoulder before rolling away long enough to turn out the light. “Maybe for the wedding night.”
“Better stock up on lube,” she muttered into the darkness, and Chris laughed.
He loved them both so much, he could hardly stand it.
Staring up into the darkness, he couldn’t help but think about the brother down the hall, who he also loved but thought he would have to do so from afar for the rest of his life. He was thrilled Steve was there, but despite his words to Justin, he was also a little worried his partner was right. After all, it had been years, and he didn’t know his brother as well as he used to.
Hopefully, Steve’s quiet demeanor was just because he was in a new situation he wasn’t entirely comfortable with. Chris didn’t know if his heart could take losing his brother a second time.
Chapter 7
Justin
He’d thought having Steve stay with them would mean Chris’ brother would be constantly underfoot, but instead, they’d barely seen him on Monday. He hadn’t come back to the house until after nine o’clock and texted Chris tonight he’d be late as well.
“Maybe we scared him off on Sunday?” Jessica suggested a little ruefully. She was in her usual place at the kitchen island, watching him cook. It had become something of a ritual on nights when he was making dinner, hanging out and chatting with him. Sometimes, Chris would join them, other times, he would let it be their time. Tonight, Chris was back in the study, reading the newest Iron Druid book that had just come out.
