Armie woke with the acute awareness that he was somewhere he’d never been before. The sounds were all wrong to be his apartment or sisters’ houses or even Dearborne’s back room where drunks sometimes slept the night off. No, this place sounded almost cavernous, the ambient noise bouncing off hard surfaces with nothing to absorb them. He stretched his hand to his right and came up against a soft surface. He was lying on a couch. That wasn’t ominous; that wasn’t a reason to start panicking. There was a blanket covering him; thick, felt like wool. Serial killers wouldn’t cover him with a woolen blanket, nor keep him unbound. A self-deprecating thought shamefully struck his mind, bringing on another familiar wave of helplessness.

“They would once they realized you were pretty much feeble,” he muttered.

“Oh, you’re awake!”

Armie went for the voice swinging, but in his panic he forgot he was lying on a couch and rolled onto the floor. He landed on his back, knocking the wind out of him.

“Armie, Armie, it’s good. It’s Leighanne from the pool. You’re at Mitchell’s apartment.” She grabbed his hands, stilling his frantic and probably ridiculous-looking arm waving.

Leighanne, shit. He was okay. This was fine. Disgustingly embarrassing, but fine.

She rubbed his hands between hers, soothing and calming, bringing him back down to reality, explaining what had happened the night before. “You were drunk, and we were worried about you getting home on your own, so we brought you here.”

Right. He’d made a fool of himself at Dearborne’s as well. There was no way the old man wouldn’t call Ophi and Nettie about his antics now. The town was too nosy for its own damn good.

“I went to the bar to have a few beers…”

“By a few, I think you mean nearly ten shots and five beers according to a text we got from Dearborne after bringing you here.” She stroked his cheek with her knuckles, the bones tripping over his stubble. “You’re a crafty drunk, ordering from different bartenders so they can’t tell how much you’re drinking till it’s too late.”

“Yeah, call me the master,” he mumbled. He felt for the couch’s edge and hauled himself up from the floor to sit. The cushion dipped next to him, and Leighanne’s spicy scent suffused his senses. He could only be grateful Mitch hadn’t seen his swan dive.

Armie rubbed his eyes. They were gritty. Even though he couldn’t use them, they still collected moisture overnight that crusted in the morning. Annoying, really. “Shit.” He didn’t say anything else, thoroughly self-conscious, even more so than he had been at the JCA. “I should go.” He looked up, hoping to be facing in her direction.

Armie remembered what it was like to speak to a blind person, back when he could still see. They didn’t look directly at him, slightly off centered sometimes. It had been odd, but worse, it had made Armie feel pity for the person. He never wanted Leighanne to feel that way about him. “Thank you for rescuing me. Again. Where’s Mitchell?”

A voice from across the room echoed, coming closer as he spoke. “You both need to start calling me Mitch. I never considered myself a Mitchell.”

“I like Mitchell.” Leighanne’s lilting tones. Her voice was musical. “It sounds classic.”

Mitchell hummed at the compliment, and Armie heard skin sliding against skin. Was he touching her? Had they done something together? Of course they had. Judging by how they had felt at the JCA, they were both extremely witty and smart and accomplished. Of course they’d be together. Armie couldn’t hold back his sigh at another missed opportunity. He should have gotten over himself back in that locker room, should have given in to what he’d wanted. But the fear and the shame had been too strong, to the point where it was almost all he felt nowadays.

Armie cleared his throat. “Thanks, Mitch, for taking care of me.” The words felt like shrapnel in his mouth. “Is my phone here? I should call a cab.”

“Uh…”Leighanne hesitated a second. “Yes, your phone is here. But we want you to stay for breakfast.”

“I don’t want to intrude.”

A big hand, Mitch’s hand, squeezed Armie’s shoulder. “You wouldn’t be intruding. In fact”—he slid the hand up the side of Armie’s neck and into his curls, playing with the strands and rubbing them against the shell of his ear—“we’ve been waiting to get you alone again since the locker room.”

Armie didn’t have to guess at Mitch’s meaning. The heat had been off the charts. Maybe they’d waited for him. Maybe they still wanted him. That would be too much to hope for. “Can I get a toothbrush and a shower?”

“Only if you stay for breakfast,” Leighanne said, the hopeful tone in her voice so endearing.

“Yes, I’ll stay.”

Mitch led Armie to the bathroom, showing him where everything was by walking close behind him, guiding Armie with a hand on his arm. He even helped him brush his teeth. It all would have been very sensual if Armie hadn’t needed to take a piss so badly. Mitch left him to it but came back once he heard the toilet flush and water run.

“Let me help you into the shower.”

“What?” Armie leaned back against the sink after finishing washing his hands. “No, not necessary. I can do it myself.” Was it terrible that Armie felt a little scandalized? And that he liked it?

“I don’t doubt that you can, though you’d probably get a few nicks and stubbed toes along the way. But why suffer when you could have two people helping you?”

“Two?”

“Two.” Leighanne sidled up along his side, playing lightly with the button of his jeans. “Is this okay?”

He wanted to say no. He wanted to tell them that they deserved better than someone slowly spiraling into depression due to something he had absolutely no control over. And that was the crux of it, wasn’t it? The loss of control over his own life.

Her lips were on his jaw, her hand pushing below the waistline of his pants, the button still clasped. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Armie grasped her arm, stopping her before she finished her descent and took his cock in hand. “You want both of us?”

He could have been mistaken, but he was pretty damn sure the sound that came out of her was a growl. “There are quite a few things I’m afraid of in my life. There’s no way in hell this is going to be one of them.” She bit his bottom lip, then whispered, “I want it too much.”

“Me too,” Mitch said, grasping the edges of Armie’s shirt and pulling it off, leaving him bare-chested. Mitch brushed a heavy hand over Armie’s chest hair, flicking his thumb over a nipple. Another set of lips tugged at Armie’s earlobe, then traced a line to the corner of his mouth. Armie had a sudden flash of what he wanted, and he knew they’d do it for him, just as he knew he’d do it for either of them.

Leighanne was right. There was no way in hell Armie was saying no to this.

“Me three.” Armie turned to Leighanne, trailed his hands up her body until he found her jaw, then kissed her. He found her lips, only slightly off target, but once he adjusted he didn’t waste any time delving into the kiss, taking control. Her lips were plush, sucking at his mouth, her tongue darting in and out, coaxing him. He liked it, but that wasn’t how this was going to go. He tugged her back, gripping her long hair.

“You see me as one thing because of my disability.” He gently ran his free hand over her face, learning the feel of her. Her long, dipped nose with the button on the end, her plump lips, sharp cheekbones, thick eyelashes, wide forehead. She would be an exotic beauty, and though he was pissed as hell that he couldn’t see her, this was an intimacy he was sure she’d never experienced before. The soft draw of his fingers on her skin made her clutch him close. Her mound was against his thigh, rubbing, grinding as he touched her. It was such a faint, light touch, but it drew out the senses, made the person aware of their own body in such a way to mimic his experience.

“Keep doing that,” he ordered, grabbing her ass and pushing it up against his thigh. “Keep fucking my leg, but watch us.”

Armie reached a hand out as he turned to Mitch. He was there, almost as tall as Armie but slightly more muscular. Mitch grasped Armie’s hand and waited. He knew what was happening, knew the game Armie played.

“Let me see you.” With Armie’s command, Mitch guided his hand to his cheek. There was stubble, a square jaw, a sensuously wide mouth, a broad forehead. He had waves in his hair, and it was slightly long, pushed down the back of his head. Armie gripped Mitch’s hair this time and used his free hand to slip down into Mitch’s pants. It was easy; he wore something soft and stretchy. Sweats maybe? All that mattered was the thick cock peeking out of the top of the waistband. The head was silken and wet, precum dripping from the curved tip. Armie took hold of the top half of Mitch’s shaft, rubbing his thumb over the tiny opening, enticing more liquid out of him.

“Am I a delicate blind man right now?” Armie drew his hand down to the base, squeezing, proving he could be in control though his world was dark.

“No,” Mitch grunted. “I want—”

Armie switched hands, using the one he had in Mitch’s hair to grasp the thick pole stretching from Mitch’s groin, while he used the other to feel his way down Leighanne’s body to her pants. He ripped open the button on her jeans and sank his fingers inside. He gently stroked her wetness along her slit while tugging at Mitch’s cock. They both moaned.

He loved this. The initial touch that differed for a man and a woman. He needed to go slow with Leighanne, learn the petals of her pussy, how slick she got, the shape of her cunt as he dipped his fingers in. It was a journey they all had to take where a woman’s body was concerned. It took focus and patience. It took a man that knew how to listen. He was good at listening.

With Mitch, Armie knew what a man needed, the agonizing short stops and strokes he could make on a guy’s body that would send him over the edge, and how to stop him from traveling up that mountain altogether. He knew how perfect a rough hand felt on his cock, and how Mitch would be feeling as he pushed and pulled.

It was a challenge, balancing the two techniques, one he took to with gusto.

“What do you see?” Armie asked them, needing to hear that they understood who he was here, in this intimate, secret place made just for the three of them.

“I don’t see anything,” Leighanne said, her voice rasping. She clutched Armie’s waistband. “I only feel you and Mitch.”

Mitch couldn’t even respond. He only grunted as Armie picked up the pace.

“I’m going to take my hands away, and then you’re both going to get undressed, then get on your knees and suck my cock. Do you understand?” Did they know he was in control now?

There was a pause, and Armie had the feeling they were both nodding, unable to speak. That wouldn’t do. “Tell me.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Mitch groaned.

“Please.” The sound of Leighanne’s begging whimper was almost too much.

He slowly took his hands away to brace himself along the counter behind him. He wouldn’t push them down, wouldn’t force them to do anything. He wanted them to want it. There were sounds. Zippers unzipping. Buttons popping, fabric moving against flesh. This was a song he’d never tire of hearing.

Mitch went down first, his hands smoothing along Armie’s chest until Mitch seized his jeans and tersely yanked them down to his ankles. Armie felt his cock fly free, bouncing with stiffness. He probably wasn’t as thick as Mitch, but there was significant length to it.

Leighanne made a needy sound and joined Mitch on the floor soon after, helping to tug Armie’s jeans and socks off. He was naked before them.

His new lovers were panting, and Armie wished he could see their faces as they looked at his length. Before they could get into what past lovers have called the logistics of the big thing, Armie thought they should get the important shit out of the way before he forgot. And as soon as anyone’s lips or tongues touched his aching hard-on, he would forget everything but the three of them.

“I’m clean,” Armie said, needing them to know they were safe with him. “Never had an STD.”

“Me too, and have an IUD,” Leighanne confessed. A tongue started circling his tip, pulling a groan from the depths of Armie’s gut. It had to be Leighanne, as Mitch was talking, confirming he was also clean, and that there were plenty of condoms in his apartment to keep them well protected until the zombie apocalypse. Armie tried to laugh, but when a second tongue met Leighanne’s, rubbing the sensitive underside, playing with the ridge, he lost all sense of humor and indulged in having his cock sucked by two people.

Armie was sort of big. Shoving the thing down either of their throats wouldn’t win him any favors…or more cock sucking. He let them play together. Someone massaged the back of his right thigh. The other played with his balls, rolling and squeezing them. They both licked his length up and down, nibbling gently and dipping their tongues into his slit.

A big hand on the base of his cock. Mitch. “Armie, I want to take this whole thing into my mouth. But I don’t know…”

“Just suck him,” Leighanne said impatiently. “If you won’t do it, I will. I can get him in my mouth.”

“Oh yeah?”

Armie had to laugh at the friendly challenge until he was cut off at the knees as Mitch engulfed him almost all the way to the base. Almost.

“Relax your throat.”

Holy shit, was Leighanne coaching him?

“Oh my Jesus, Armie. He’s got almost your whole cock in his mouth. It’s so hot. His mouth is stretched. Fuck his mouth. I want to see you move.”

She rubbed against his leg, and Armie could feel her bare breasts against his hip, the nipples hard as buttons.

“Come up here, and I’ll do it.”

She stood, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tight against him. “Kiss me.”

She moaned as their lips touched. Armie used his free hand to grip the back of Mitch’s hair and began to slowly glide in and out of his mouth. He had to force himself to go slow, to savor Mitch’s hot mouth and Leighanne’s plush lips.

Mitch sucked him hard, from base to tip, the suction nearly pulling the cum out of Armie’s balls. He couldn’t take much more if he was going to last for sex.

“Bed. Condoms. Now.”

Mitch stood, and Armie slid his hand down the back of Mitch's head to grasp his neck. He pulled Mitch in, taking the taste of himself from Mitch’s lips.

“Get on the bed, on your back. Get your lube and condoms out.”

Armie heard Mitch stumbling away, and when Leighanne tugged to follow, Armie held her back, whispering in her ear, “When we get to the bed, put the condom on me, make sure I’m kneeling between Mitch’s legs. Then I want you to suck him off while I lube his ass.”

“I don’t know if I can stand this.” Her breath was reed thin.

“What’s wrong?” Was the reality of a threesome with two bisexual men too much for her to handle?

“It’s too hot. Too much hotness all together in one room. I might explode before either of you touch me.”

Armie skated his hand over her plump ass and dipped into the wetness between her thighs. “Aw, baby, you’re so wet.” He pushed two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out slowly. He felt her writhing against his hand. “I’m gonna take Mitch, get him used to my big cock.” He bit her jaw. Her neck. “Then I’m gonna fuck you too.”

It didn’t take long for them to get to the bed, put the condom on Armie, and get Mitch all prepped. Mitch’s hips shot up into the air as Leighanne took him in her mouth. From the grip Armie had on Mitch’s cock while feeding it to Leighanne, he could sense it was thick. Not long, but definitely much wider than Armie’s. He could only imagine how much it would stretch him, stretch Leighanne’s tight pussy.

Thinking Mitch sufficiently prepped, having lubed his hole down and fucked him with three fingers, spreading them inside his ass, Armie pressed his sheathed cock against Mitch’s perfectly tight rosebud.

“Do you want this?” Armie should have asked this earlier, but he’d been so overcome with lust for their bodies he’d lost all sense of what was proper. Mitch’s little rosette spread wider and wider as Armie pushed in. Armie was in agony waiting for Mitch’s answer. “Tell me.” He wrapped a hand around Mitch’s thick neck, rubbing his thumb over the ridge of his jaw. “You have to say it.”

Mitch was right there with Armie. Did he want this? What kind of ridiculous question was that? Of course he wanted that big, long prick inside him. Of course he wanted Leighanne’s sweet mouth over his own leaking shaft. That shit was a no-brainer. But could he get the damn words out of his mouth? Could he ask Armie for permission to have Leighanne suck him? At that moment? Apparently not.

His mouth was open. He could feel the words taking shape in his mind and at the back of his throat. But he was tongue-tied. Nothing came out. Words could not be formed.

“Hey.” Leighanne’s magnificently long and kinky hair tumbled over her shoulder as she leaned over Mitch’s middle. Armie moved back slightly, making way for her. She stroked his chest in passing. Her breasts hung low, the weight of them looking disproportionate to her petite frame, though they weren’t that large—she was just that small. She stroked his stomach, playing with the hair around the base of his cock before gripping it and squeezing. “Do you want Armie’s long dick inside you?”

“Hearing you say that word makes me want to come.” Armie appeared on the edge of his rope. “Say more. Talk more.”

“Okay.” She ducked her chin, a little shy now. “But first, I want to see Armie’s cock inside you. Please?” She bent toward Mitch, kissing and sucking on the corner of his mouth, her tongue flicking out to tease him. “Tell us what you want.”

The head of Armie’s cock popped through Mitch’s tight ring of muscles, burning and stretching him. Mitch groaned at the sweet invasion. It hadn’t been so long since a man took his ass, but he’d never had anyone of Armie’s size back there before. It took some adjusting, and Armie knew it. He paused, waiting for Mitch’s go-ahead to move forward.

“Do it. Fuck me hard.” Mitch squeezed his eyes shut, grinding his teeth together in anticipation of a violent thrust. It would hurt at first, but he’d acclimate soon enough.

Leighanne moved out of the way as Armie’s body come down over him, his muscular chest resting on Mitch's. Mitch opened his eyes in time to see Armie’s lips come toward his. Met him kiss for kiss, sighing into the perfect way Armie soothed him. Armie’s fingers wound into Mitch’s hair as they kissed; then Mitch could feel the massive pipe in his ass advancing deeper and deeper. But it didn’t hurt. It was excruciatingly languid and tender. So slow, in fact, Mitch was anxious to speed him up.

Armie pulled away from their kiss long enough to say, “Start talking, Leighanne. Touch us while you do. I want to feel those beautiful callouses on my body while I take Mitch.”

Armie was seated deep inside Mitch now, to the hilt, and Mitch never wanted anything more than for Armie to just God damn move.

“Do you need Armie to fuck you, baby?” Leighanne’s melodic voice asked. “Do you need his come spilling inside your hole?”

Armie and Mitch both groaned at that little poem. It sounded so dirty when she said it. Armie began to move inside him slowly, not so much a full thrust as a deep grind, and man alive, it felt so good. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to be pounded.

“Yes, fuck me, yes,” Mitch grunted, unashamed to beg for what he couldn’t live another second without.

“Once I start, I don’t think I can hold back…your body is, shit, your sexy little hole feels amazing around my cock. And I still need to fuck Leighanne’s sweet pussy before we’re done.”

“Just do it, please.” Mitch was panting now, aching for it. “I need it. I need you.”

“Christ,” Armie cursed. He jerkily pushed himself off Mitch’s chest, adjusted his stance on the bed, lifting Mitch’s legs by cradling the backs of his knees, then rammed his cock back inside Mitch, beginning a punishing and brutal rhythm. Which was exactly what Mitch wanted.

“Suck his cock, baby,” Armie spoke through his teeth. “Put your lips on the head and lick his slit.”

“Ah, man.” Mitch intoned the amazing word with every pulse and thrust of Armie’s prick inside his stretched chute. The slap of skin against skin was the best sound Mitch had ever heard, and the view of Armie and Leighanne’s naked bodies as they both took him in their own ways was the best porn he’d ever seen.

The second Leighanne’s tongue touched Mitch’s tip, Armie changed the angle and pacing of his thrusts, rubbing against Mitch’s prostate. The cum boiled in Mitch’s balls, his body going tense. Mitch gripped Leighanne’s head and moved her up and down his shaft at the speed he needed. “Keep sucking, please. Damn it, I’m gonna come. Can I come in your mouth, baby?”

She sucked him harder in response. He growled, his balls pulling up tight to his body and his gut spiraling into an orgasm as Armie slammed his cock into Mitch so hard Mitch saw spots in his vision.

Mitch’s hot and salty cum hit Leighanne’s tongue, and she nearly came with it. She swallowed it willingly, trusting Mitch when he said he had no STDs. The man seemed nothing but careful. Hell, he even kept the grip on her hair light when he could have been pulling strands out without a thought for her well-being. But he was gentle with her, groaning through his orgasm like it was killing him.

Armie slowed his thrusts as Leighanne licked and cleaned the rest of Mitch’s length. She placed a small kiss on the tip, making Mitch grin down at her as his orgasm subsided.

“Leighanne, can you get me a warm washcloth, please? Wait. Don’t go yet. Kiss me first.”

She kissed Armie with gusto, playing with the fun curls of his hair, then whispering what she thought of the guys’ intense and masculine fucking.

“Watching you have sex was the single most beautiful thing I ever saw.”

“You should write a song about it.” Armie kissed her again, his tongue dipping inside. “Help me clean Mitch, and then it’s your turn.”

She went and got the washcloth as fast as possible, opening every cabinet in the bathroom until she found them neatly folded in a linen closet. She couldn’t stop thinking of Armie’s words, the way he played and commanded them both with the sound of his voice alone. It was magical, and it made her so wet her juices were starting to run down her thighs.

She handed Armie the wet washcloth as she climbed back onto the bed. Armie had already pulled out of Mitch and taken the condom off, tossing it to the floor. He began to clean Mitch’s tender hole, lovingly caring for the man, massaging him in a way that almost seemed like a type of sex on its own.

Mitch sat up when Armie was done, wincing a bit, then framed Armie’s face and kissed him. “Thank you for that. But you haven’t come.”

“Not done yet.”

It was Leighanne’s turn, and she nearly came at the thought of getting Armie’s long length inside her small body. How was it even going to fit? Hell, Mitch’s cock had almost been too fat to fit inside her mouth. How would she get that thing inside her as well?

Apparently, Mitch had the same concerns when he said, “She’s small, man.”

“I know. I felt her around my fingers. We’ll go slow.”

“I don’t want slow,” she burst out. “I want that. I want how you pounded into Mitch. I’m petite, not made of glass.” She reached over to the strip of condoms and tore one off. She pressed it into Armie’s hand as she knelt in front of him on the bed. “I won’t break.”

“I’m more worried my cock will split you in half.”

She looked down at the red, turgid thing. She felt the need to gulp like a cartoon, but she wouldn’t be deterred.

“Don’t care. Fuck me now.” She turned around, went down on her hands and knees, and presented her ass to Armie. “I am on my hands and knees in front of you. My ass is pointed toward your cock, and my pussy is so wet you could drink from me for days and I’d still be gushing. Watching you two got me so hot.”

“Oh man,” Mitch groaned. “This is making me hard again.”

“Get the condom on me,” Armie said. He reached out, his hands colliding with her backside. “Shit.” He moved his hand around her hips, then back down over the swell of her ass, then down toward where she needed him most. “Shit, you’re seriously gushing.” He sounded shocked as if he thought she’d been exaggerating. “You are so slick, baby. Did watching us make you crazy? Do you need my long cock inside you now?”

Leighanne had her eyes shut tight, needing it so desperately her stomach started to hurt. She could hear the condom wrapper ripping, Mitch and Armie behind her, then she felt a wood log press against her pussy. Armie pushed in slowly, just as he had with Mitch, taking his time. She didn’t want that, but she was grateful for it when his length moved farther inside her channel.

“Fuck, you have the tightest, juiciest cunt I’ve ever been in.”

Armie pulled out a bit, then returned. Inching back and forth in tiny increments, getting her body used to his. It stung, no escaping that. It had been a while since she’d had sex, and he was a hard size to accommodate. But oh man. Oh fucking man, when he was all the way inside her, when the tip of him hit her cervix, she shouted in pure unadulterated ecstasy.

“You like having me inside you, baby?”

“I love that full feeling,” she admitted. “I love being stretched and owned.”

“Need to move.” And oh my Jesus did Armie move.

“What the hell—” she started, confounded by how good it felt for him to snap his hips against hers. She couldn’t stop talking. It was like when she wrote lyrics for a new song, the words tumbled out of her without any censorship or filter. “How does this feel so good? Your cock is pummeling me, and I’ve never felt anything like it. Yes, do that again. Fuck me right there. Right there. Right there.”

Armie gripped her hips tight as Mitch played with the sway of her breasts as they jiggled with each of Armie’s thrusts. She wanted this many hands and fingers on her always.

“Mitch, touch her cock. I mean—damn it—I mean her pussy. Touch her clit.”

They laughed at the mistake, but Leighanne couldn’t blame him. The pleasure was so strikingly agonizing and confusing, her brain had turned to mush as well. When Mitch touched her engorged nub, she whimpered, the feeling almost too much. She lifted her hips to get away from the sensation, but Armie held her tight.

“Take it, baby.” He emphasized each word with a smack of his hips. “Come for us, ’cause I’m gonna come real soon. I want to go over feeling your cunt squeeze me. Yes, keep going, Mitch. I feel her pussy rippling.”

“I’m coming.” She couldn’t recognize the high pitch of her voice. It was disjointed and unfamiliar. It belonged to some crazed sex goddess, not her. “Armie, Mitch, I’m coming.”

“Yes yes yes.” Armie was right there with her. If she focused, she could probably feel the heat of his cum shooting into the condom. But Mitch’s mouth came over hers, and she couldn’t spare another brain cell to think about anything other than coming and kissing.