“And what about this?” Garrett asked.
Arlon sucked in a breath, pleasure racing through him at the touch. The hand on his cock paused, allowing him enough of his wits back to think. Fear chased him like a shadow, but Garrett was patient as he waited for his answer.
“I-I’ll try,” Arlon said at last.
Garrett hummed as if hearing all of the things that Arlon didn’t want to say in those two words. Like he could read his fear and hurt from the only other time a man had been inside of him. Gently, Garrett hooked his thumbs over the hem of Arlon’s shorts, before he pushed them down, exposing his ass and cock to the cool dungeon air.
“The second you tap, I stop,” Garrett murmured. “No questions, alright?”
“Right,” Arlon breathed before he lifted his head from his forearms to see Bridgette rise from her chair. The hem of her dress brushed the ground as she approached them, and she knelt on the mat in front of Arlon. She passed a little bottle of lube to Garrett before she cupped Arlon’s cheek.
Arlon trembled under the gentle touch, his mouth suddenly dry as he looked up at her. Her silver hair made her look ethereal, unreal in the dim glow of the dungeon. Where Fawn was made of shadow, Bridgette seemed to be made of starlight, cold and bright. But there was a warmth in her eyes as she looked at him with an understanding that spoke volumes.
“Can I kiss you?” she asked.
The answer came as easy as breathing. “Yes.”
She lifted his chin, tilting his head up before her lips pressed against his, soft as velvet. It sent a jolt of pleasure through him that was only echoed as Garrett’s oiled finger teased at his entrance.
Arlon’s eyes slid closed. Between the two of them, his walls dropped just as his lips parted.
Bridgette deepened the kiss, her tongue darting in to taste him as Garrett’s thick finger eased deeper. Where Arlon expected to feel an echo of pain, he only felt a gentle stretch and an explosion of sensation. It made his head swim, and his moan was swallowed by Bridgette. Garrett’s arm hooked around Arlon’s chest, pulling him to kneel up.
Bridgette guided Arlon’s arms around her shoulders, and he clung to her as Garrett pressed against his back. The change in position helped the other man’s finger slide even deeper. His free hand trailed down Arlon’s chest and stomach to grab his length again.
Time seemed to stop between the two of them. Bridgette nibbled his lower lip as her hand came down to join her husband’s. The contrast of Garrett’s big, rough palm wrapped around his shaft to Bridgette’s soft, delicate fingers teasing his tip made him feel like he was going to come apart. And only then did Garrett slide a second finger into him.
Arlon broke the kiss, throwing his head back with a grunt as his eyes went wide. The stretch of Garrett’s thick fingers bordered on uncomfortable, but it became an afterthought as he stroked over his prostate, making his already aching cock throb.
“Is that alright?” Garrett asked as he thrust gently, easing his fingers in deeper with every stroke.
“Yes,” Arlon gasped. “Yes.”
Bridgette cupped the back of his head, pulling him down to meet her lips once again. He moaned into the kiss even as he returned it, matching her intensity until their teeth clacked together. His hands stroked down her sides, feeling the curve of her waist, the swell of her ass. He explored her with his hands, mapping out the shape of her even as he used her to stay grounded. And as Garrett thrust his fingers deep, she was there to swallow his quiet, guttural sound of pleasure.
When she finally pulled back, Arlon sucked in a grateful breath. Yet when she released his cock, he couldn’t stop a quiet sound of disappointment. Bridgette grinned as she cupped his face with both hands, her thumb stroking gently over his lip.
Garrett’s fingers scissored inside of him, wringing a gasp from him as he was stretched gently. His hips jerked, yet no matter how much he squirmed, Bridgette didn’t release him. Instead, she traced the bow of his lip as she watched him intently. Like she enjoyed seeing the pleasured flush on his cheeks, the way his eyes widened, pupils dilated. And for once, after a lifetime of being stared at, Arlon was glad to be seen.
He nuzzled her hand as he gripped her waist, turning to kiss her fingers as Garrett continued to thrust and twist, his other hand working Arlon’s cock until it leaked. It was so unlike what he was used to, felt better than he thought possible, but it justwasn’t enough.
But Bridgette seemed to read the desperation on his face. She kissed him gently before murmuring, “I want to watch Garrett fuck you. And thenIwant to fuck you. Are you alright with that?”
“Please,” Arlon begged as his cock twitched in Garrett’s grip. Behind him, the other man chuckled as his fingers slowly withdrew. It left Arlon feeling empty, his nerves alight with sensation.
Garrett’s hand released his cock before it teased at the hem of Arlon’s shirt. “Can I take your clothes off?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
Arlon opened his mouth to answer, but he couldn’t quite form the words. His clothes were his last bit of protection in this new, uncharted territory. But then fabric brushed his arms, and he watched Bridgette shed her dress. She shed her underthings next, tossing them aside as if being naked was as natural as breathing to her.
Yet it was the smile she leveled at him that helped Arlon find the courage to tug his shirt off. Garrett helped him with his shorts, pulling them from around his knees and tossing them aside. It helped level the playing field. Helped Arlon push aside his own self-consciousness.
Bridgette sat down on the mat in front of him, her hands gentle as she cupped his face again. Garrett’s warm hands rested on his hips before they slid down, grabbing his ass before spreading gently. Arlon let out a quiet sound of need even as a fresh wave of fear raced up his back.
With how closely she watched him, Bridgette saw it. Herface was full of understanding as she asked, “Are you sure this is alright? We can stop if you don’t want this.”
Arlon’s words froze in his throat before Garrett brushed a gentle kiss against the small of his back. They handled him carefully, like he might break at any second. And hedidfeel fragile. As if now, with his walls toppled, he was one wrong move away from shattering between them.
It was a leap of faith to say, “It’s alright.”
