On the other hand, I was glad to be spared the details. I could imagine. That was enough.
"I would," Frost said. "In fact, I volunteer to save Atlas from the mess."
"That's all kinds of fucked up," Atlas told him.
Frost shrugged and grabbed my wrist to pull me towards the bed. "Yeah, and it's turning me on something fierce." That was obvious from his erection, bobbing as he walked.
"Frost wants a torture dungeon with sex room on the side," Chelsea said, following us over to the bed.
"Of course he does," I said. I wasn't even slightly surprised. When it came to our family, I was clean out of surprises. If they all told me they were secretly dragon shifters, I probably wouldn't blink. As long as they let me ride on their backs once in a while, I'd be here for it.
"I'm totally down for a sex room," Atlas said. He sat down beside us, his fist around his cock. "There has to be a sex swing. I've always wanted one of those. And one of those couch things."
"And what will you do with one of those couch things?" Chelsea asked. She rolled on to all floors and crawled over to him.
"I'd fuck you on it," he said. He grabbed her and turned her so her back was to him, her ass at the edge of the bed. He pried her legs apart and slid his fingers inside her. "I see you like the idea too, you're nice and wet." He put his fingers in and out of her a few times before sliding them out and replacing them with his cock.
"Frost," I said tentatively. "You want to… Do that to me?"
His eyes lit up. "Hell yeah I do. Have you got any— Ah." He reached over to the table beside the bed for the tube of lube we kept there.
I swallowed and turned my back on him. Atlas fucked my ass before, but no one else had. I usually kept that side of myself hidden from the world, sleeping with women instead. I couldn't remember when I realised I liked both; it was always a part ofme. Acting on it, that took a long time, but it was worth the wait. This would be too.
The lube was cold as Frost pressed his fingers to my rear hole, smearing it around before sliding one of them inside me.
"Can I tell you something?" Frost said softly as he put the tube back on the table.
I looked over my shoulder at him. "Yeah, of course." My anxiety rose at the expression on his face, but it was tempered by Atlas and Chelsea's moans beside us.
"I've never done this to another guy before," he said, his eyes shifting back and forth like he was worried I'd judge him for it.
"I like that I'm your first," I said. That must have been the right thing to say, because he grinned and slid another finger inside me.
I shifted involuntarily with how good it felt. His hands were almost as big as Atlas', his fingers thick and broad.
He must have misread my shiver, because he drew them out a little. "Are you okay?"
"Better than okay," I assured him. "Don't stop. Please."
"Phew." He laughed softly and pushed them in deeper before adding a third finger.
I closed my eyes and focused on letting my muscles relax to take what he was giving me. I suspected it took me longer than it took other people, but after a minute or two I was ready for more.
"Fuck me," I whispered over my shoulder. "Please." I wrapped my hand around my cock and worked it up and down slowly as he positioned his and nudged into me.
"Happy to," he said, already sounding breathless. "You're so fucking tight, Jay. So fucking good." Bit by bit, he inched in until he was seated all the way inside me. He stopped then, letting me get used to him. Waiting for me to relax again.
I glanced over to where Atlas was thrusting into Chelsea with smooth, even strokes. His hands were on her breasts, pinching her nipples. Her eyes were closed as she rocked back onto him, keeping time with him.
His eyes were half closed, a smile on the corners of his lips. I loved to see him like that. Enjoying himself as he fucked our woman. I wished I had my phone with me so I could take a photo of the bliss on his face, and on hers. Instead, I committed the sight to memory, so I could picture it later and enjoy it again and again.
"You like what you see?" Frost whispered. "I know I do. One of the best things about being part of this family is being able to watch that. And do it." He slid halfway out of me before pushing back in. "You feel so good."
"So do you," I said. The way he filled me, it felt different from Atlas somehow, but just as good. He was slightly longer and hit me at a different angle, that must be it. Atlas' cock was a little thicker. Both of them were perfect.
His hands gripping my hips, he started to thrust in and out slowly and carefully, gradually increasing the speed as I pumped myself faster.
"I'm going to come," Chelsea cried out.
