“Slow down or he’ll burst.” Blake’s eyes are glued to my shaft as he teases it with his fat head.
“Then we’ll just have to make him come again, won’t we?” Jace growls in my ear as his finger slowly pumps inside me. “Look what you’re doing to Blake’s cock.”
Glancing down, I see the glistening head of Blake’s dick circle my crown, and we moan in tandem.
“The things you do to me, Kane.” Blake tilts my chin up and places a chaste kiss on my lips as he rubs his tip against me.
“The things he does tous,” Jace rasps as his erection nudges my back. As if his words weren’t heady enough, he presses his finger deeper, granting me the relief I was yearning for.Temporarily. Then he retracts it, achingly slow, and my head falls against his chest as I whimper my objection.
Back and forth, in and out, the two of them tease my aching nerves in a sensual torture that has me alternately gasping and groaning as I climb the precipice. Their tandem movements have me in a suspended euphoria, and I find myself straining for more friction. More pressure.Anything that will drive me closer to the edge, and topple me into the blissful free fall that comes with release.
Then it’s over. The pleasure gone, and the finish out of reach. Blake kisses my forehead and steps back as Jace withdraws his finger completely, leaving me cruelly empty. So much so, that if Jace wasn’t holding me up from behind, I’m certain I’d have slumped to the floor.
I must wail, or frown, because a strong hand caresses over my hair, down my chest, out to my arms. “Shh,” Jace soothes. “We won’t leave you wanting. Blake just had to grab condoms. Come lay down.”
He guides me to the bed, holding me steady since my limbs are still shaky with raw desire. Once I’m settled on my back, he fists my cock, soothing my frantic need with languid strokes. It takes the edge off just enough that my earlier panic subsides.
“Still with us, Kane?” Blake passes Jace a foil packet and bottle of lube, and once again hands leave my body. It leaves me aching, but the view of two gorgeous men kneeling beside me, rolling rubbers over their thick cocks, sates me enough that I don’t growl my frustration.
“Yes,” I sigh, admiring how their stomachs contract as they cover themselves.
“Roll over,” Jace directs. “Blake’s gonna fuck you while I fuck him.”
My heart thumps so loudly I wonder if the guys can hear it as I roll to all fours, kneeling in the center of the bed. With a casual glance over my shoulder, I watch Blake take himself in hand and line up, gritting his teeth as he sinks into my slick hole. The invasion is a welcome one, familiar, and my ass clenches involuntarily as it tries to pull him deeper.
A contented breath passes through my lips when his pelvis nestles against my backside, our bodies fully joined. His warm hands glide up and down my thighs, stroking me reverently, as he gives a few tentative thrusts to further loosen me up. In spite of his restraint, or maybe because of it, his crown just barely rubs my prostate, a feather-lighttouch that likely wouldn’t get me to the finish on its own yet offers a pleasant euphoria I’d be content to bask in as long as our bodies would allow.
I’m starting to get into that particular fantasy when Blake suddenly stills, and while that doesn’t leave me feeling empty, it does leave me on edge. Until I comprehend the reason for the pause.
A long, low moan rumbles from Blake’s chest as his fingers clench my waist to the point I wonder if they’ll bruise. You’d think that would hurt, but since the pressure comes with the knowledge that Blake must be barely hanging on amid the erotic overload, it sort of turns me on.
“Holy fuck.” I feel Blake damn near gasping behind me. “That’s… Oh my God, that’s incredible. I can feel… Jesus I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he babbles, making me anxious for the time I’ll get to be in his shoes, sandwiched between two hard bodies with all my sensitive nerves firing together.
“You’ve got two choices,” Jace directs. “You fuck yourself on my dick while you fuck Kane, or you hold still so I can fuck you both.”
My already stiff cock seems to harden ever further.
“You do it,” Blake pants. “I don’t have enough control to do anything but hang on.”
“Hold Kane’s dick for him. Give it some love so he comes when you do.” The words are barely out of Jace’s mouth before Blake takes me in his fist, and I feel a jolt of pleasure travel the length of my shaft. Not because it’s being gripped tightly or pumped vigorously, just the opposite. Yes, there’s pressure, and friction, but instead of a frantic, mission-driven hold, it feels almost tender. A warm, snug blanket that’s just as comforting as it is arousing.
A delirious euphoria engulfs me courtesy of Blake cradling my cock in his hand, and I find myself both anxious for him to move yet oddly content with the simmering flame his stagnant touch invokes.Then my prostate lights up deep inside me, magnifying my pleasureeverywhere. Deep inside as well as the entire length of my cock. The thing is, I’m pretty sure Blake isn’t stroking me. It’s the force of Jace’s thrusts that push my dick through his grip.
Holy friggin shit!
When Jace said he’d do all the work I’m not sure I fully understood the magnitude of that statement, but a quick glance over my shoulder tells me Blake’s doing little more than gritting his teeth as he hangs on for dear life. Meanwhile, his thick cock is buried to the hilt, and each time I hear the smack of Jace’s skin against Blake’s, my body lights up.
Strong fingers flex and contract around my length, though I get the sense that’s more about Blake grasping at anything to keep him from losing control than it is about increasing my pleasure. I don’t even mind. I actually get it, as I’m barely staving off release myself, although Blake’s desperate attempts to hold on are actually pushing me closer to the edge.
My body vibrates from the blissful assault, poised to topple into an earth-shattering orgasm if I give in. It’s actually a blessing that I can’t see what’s happening behind me, since that visual would surely tip me over. As it is, the chorus of grunts and moans and slapping skin is making it damn near impossible to stave off the finish my body is so close to.
It’s deliciously dirty. Carnal in a way I thought only existed in fantasies. How something so hedonistic can leave me feeling good I don’t fully understand, I just know being here in this moment, with these two men who both desire and respect me, feels right.
Lost in a haze of bliss, I vaguely register Jace’s whispered endearments.Baby. Sweetheart.The occasional caress. A tender kiss on my neck. It’s a stark contrast to the intrusions wreaking havoc on my body,and the juxtaposition leaves me feeling both shameless and cherished at the same time.
Pleasure mounts. Breathing becomes labored. Measured strokes push deeper,harder, as strong fingers grip my waist, my hips, my cock, straining to bring us to the finish we’ll all find together.
And then it’s there. The precipice. Watching. Waiting. Beckoning me forward so it can carry me over the edge and consume me in its lustful glory. Thrust by determined thrust, I’m pushed to the brink, and then I’m falling. Spiraling. Cum shooting from my tip as my ass shudders around the steel length filling it. My throaty cries drowned out by the feral groans of the two men shuddering their own release as they follow me into the abyss.
