These men couldkiss.
I grasped Jacques’s sweater and tugged, desperate to feel skin on skin. But it was me they started to undress. My glasses went first, Travis handling them gently. My sweater, boots, and socks were torn off haphazardly, then my T-shirt and jeans. I was in a pair of black boxer briefs, while my guys were still fully dressed, but I wasn’t uncomfortable. Their pupils dilated, and a flush spread over Travis’s skin. Jacques’s chest rose and fell in quick succession, as if he couldn’t catch his breath just from looking at me. Warmth spread through my veins, the heat in their eyes scalding me from within. Gooseflesh pricked my skin, and I shivered under their gazes.
“Get naked too,” I demanded, my voice breathy with a harsh rasp. I reached for them.
But Travis slipped in behind Jacques and tugged him out of my grasp before undressing him bit by bit. My mouth watered as I watched every inch of pale skin being revealed. He was as hard as I was, and Travis used those strong hands to taunt and tease Jacques until he was down to his underwear—a low-slung pair of red briefs that would barely cover his package when he was soft and did nothing to hide his erection. Seeing the head of his cock poking out with only part of his shaft covered was a fucking turn-on.
“Want to help me?” Jacques asked as he spun around and gripped Travis’s wrists, pinning them behind his back. Travis went easily, not resisting Jacques’s hold.
I jumped up off the bed and bit my lip, desperate to play. But I didn’t even know where to start—I wanted everything off and now.
I reached for Travis’s belt, slowly undoing it and tugging it through the loops before I dropped it to the floor. I followed the belt down and undid the laces on his boots before helping him out of them. My face was groin height, and I couldn’t resist leaning forward and nuzzling his cock through his clothes. I inhaled deeply and ran my hands up his thick thighs until I reached the button of his jeans. I undid it, eased the zipper down, then tugged his jeans to his knees in a single move. He was in navy blue boxers—short, loose ones that reminded me of rugby shorts. They highlighted his spectacular thighs and did nothing to hide his erection tenting them.
Jacques let go of Travis and stripped him out of his hoodie and T-shirt all at once.
My mouth watered at the sight, and it occurred to me that I knew the difference between someone I found attractive and others who I didn’t, but I’d never experienced this overwhelming need to be close, to touch and taste. Right now, I needed everything.
Before I knew what was happening, they hauled me to my feet and we were sharing a messy three-way kiss, our tongues tangling and hands exploring one another’s bodies. Their skin was smooth except for the thatch of hair on Travis’s chest. I buried my face in it and breathed him in before kissing a line over to his underarm. I nuzzled him there, and Travis’s moan was worthy of a porn star.
We collapsed onto Jacques’s bed, and the press of their bodies against mine shot me to heaven. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to drive them wild and make them come all at once. Their abs were rock hard, their thick thighs and cocks even more so. I wanted nothing between us. They were like silk-covered stone, and I was a writhing mass of sensation between them. Jacques’s underwear had ridden down, and his cock branded my back and ass cheeks with precum.
The ecstasy built, and I arched back, kissing Jacques as he ran his hands over my chest. “Fuck,” he gasped. “So close.”
“Me too,” I breathed.
I slid my hand down Travis’s belly, and the head of his cock poking out between the buttons on his boxers brushed my palm. His breath caught, and Jacques moaned.
“Touch him,” he encouraged.
I closed my hand around Travis’s dick, and the heat of it scalded me. He was so thick and veiny, and the way he leaked for us was such a fucking turn-on.
“Next time, I want inside you. Your mouths, your asses, I don’t care,” I hissed.
Jacques cried out and stilled behind me, his grip tightening as hot cum splashed on my back. Travis arched in my hold and shouted out, cum pulsing from his dick. I watched in awe as his eyes rolled back and his body twitched.
“Can I touch you?” Jacques asked. “Make you come?”
“Fuck, yes,” I moaned, leaning back against him as he tugged the front of my boxer briefs down and my cock popped free.
He swiped up Travis’s cum and used it as lube, his hand sliding over my aching shaft. It took two strokes before the tingle at the base of my spine washed over me in waves, and I hit the point of no return. Jacques squeezed my cock on the downstroke and curled his hand over my head, swiping my precum and mixing it with Travis’s. The sight of my cock in another man’s hand—Jacques’s hand—with Travis spent and softening right next to me was enough to tip me over the edge. I shouted out and unloaded on Travis’s chest, pulse after pulse painting him. Marking him.
I collapsed forward, Jacques and I landing in a heap on top of Travis. My heart was beating at a rate of knots, and I was floating in a sea of ecstasy. I already wanted to do it again. I wanted everything.
“Fuck,” Jacques half laughed, half groaned. “I want to do that again.”
“Me too,” Travis grunted.
I wasn’t capable of anything other than a moan. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I’d just had sex. I wanted to experience everything again too. But, for now, I wanted to bask in the closeness of the moment and the way our bodies were still tangled together.
I cracked my eyes open and pondered why my bed was all the way over on the other side of the room. Jacques’s wasn’t big enough to fit all three of us, but I didn’t want to move.
“How the hell am I going to keep both of you a secret?” Jacques mused, nuzzling my nape and rubbing his cum into my skin.
The high I was riding crashed to the ground and I swallowed. “It’s for a shot at the NHL,” I whispered, and Jacques cuddled me tighter. Travis’s breathing evened out, and he pulled me closer, nuzzling into the crook of my neck.
One day there would be out players, but I didn’t blame Jacques wanting to keep his private life private until then. As long as Travis and I got him, it didn’t matter what everyone else thought.
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