Free Calling the Shots by Christine D'Abo Page A

side, trying to catch a glimpse of where Beth stood. “Please. I hate it.”
    The sound of her hand hitting Oliver’s denim-covered ass had Josh chuckling. “I wouldn’t upset her.”
    Oliver started panting. “No. No.”
    Beth hooked her thumbs around the waistband of Oliver’s jeans. It took some wiggling, but they managed to get them down his hips and thighs. Oliver kicked them off as Beth peeled off his socks, leaving Oliver nearly naked in a matter of seconds. When they were finished, they both straightened and faced Josh.
    Oliver, while coming across as shy on occasion, was very comfortable in his own skin. He didn’t squirm under Josh’s scrutiny, or Beth’s fleeting caresses. Shoulders back and cock thickening beneath the tight briefs, Oliver stood still and relaxed, his eyes wide, pleading for Josh to push them to the next step. He clearly didn’t want to be the one in control tonight.
    “Beth, now his underwear. Let’s see what he’s been hiding from us.”
    She took her time as she raked her thumbnails along the outside of Oliver’s thighs, not letting go until she crouched behind him. Josh kept his gaze on her and not Oliver’s straining erection in his periphery.
    “I think he likes your nails. Drag them up the back of his legs as you stand.”
    The moan could have come from either of them. Beth thrust her ass out as she kept herself bent at the waist, scratching her way up Oliver’s body. The younger man cursed and his cock bobbed in the air. Beth wrapped her hands over his shoulders when she was finally standing again. Her fingers contrasted against the stark black ink on his skin.
    “Isn’t he beautiful?” Josh nearly succumbed to the urge to touch his own erection. No, he’d put off his own pleasure as long as possible. “Look at him.”
    Beth finally moved, giving Josh the perfect view of the pair. Her blond hair had curled around her temples and her nipples poked against the fabric of her shirt.
    “I don’t think it’s fair to make him be naked alone.” Josh waited for Beth to finish her slow circle around Oliver before he continued. “I think you should at least get down to those pretty lace panties if you’re going to be working on our boy.”
    “How did you know—?” She snapped her mouth shut.
    “He knows everything at the club.” Oliver took advantage of her distraction, leaned in and traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. Beth gasped but didn’t move. “So do I.”
    “Don’t keep us waiting.”
    Beth tipped her head to the side, letting Oliver taste his way across the expanse of her neck. It was only once she shivered that she stepped away, pulling her T-shirt off and throwing it at Josh.
    “Thank you.” He held the warm cotton up to his nose and inhaled. Her jeans quickly followed, though they missed the mark and ended up half-draped over his leg. The scent of her arousal clung to the denim. It made his head spin.
    The sight of their bodies, pale and glowing in the light shining from the bathroom, had Josh nearly out of his mind with want. The logistics of having Oliver bent across Beth’s knee escaped him for a moment. He wanted to be able to see everything—touch and smell them as they got turned on. The bed was too far away, and he wasn’t willing to give up his perch.
    “Oliver, come here and get on your hands and knees in front of me.”
    The younger man took a deep breath and gave him a shaky smile before complying. The curve of his ass was too tempting to resist. Josh hesitated for half a second before he slid his hand over the firm muscle and squeezed.
    “I can’t wait to fuck your ass.”
    Oliver shivered but didn’t protest the idea. Thank God.
    “Beth, I want you to come here. Straddle his back, facing his ass.”
    She got into the position with little difficulty. Still holding on to Oliver, Josh ran the back of his free hand down the side of Beth’s thigh. Her skin was soft and hair-free, where Oliver’s was rough from the coarse