The way we all start breathing heavily.
Jace is strangely silent, offering no instruction as their bodies come together. Then Blake reaches between Jace’s legs and cups his heavy balls in his hand, massaging them with his fingers. “This is Jace’s fantasy come true, Kane. The three of us together—no barriers. No secrets.” Jace’s head falls back as Blake teases him with his hands and his dick. “It’s making him so hard.”
The evidence of that is proudly displayed before me, and despite loving the image of the two of them I’m suddenly impatient to join in. Leaning forward, mouth open, my tongue darts out to lick across Jace’s tip. Then Blake’s.
By some unspoken agreement they angle their bodies toward me, taking turns offering me their cocks. With each pass one rubs the head of his dick along the other’s length into my waiting mouth, then pulls back to make room for the other. I lick and suck and even kiss the firm, smooth skin that strains toward me, loving the way their hooded eyes track the way the three of us move together.
Pressing my thighs together, I scoot forward, eager to explore this newfound dynamic. My excitement doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Look at how he squirms. This is turning him on,” Jace growls.
“What now, Kane?” Blake strokes my cheek as he rubs his swollen head over my tongue. “Tell us what you want next.”
Jace faces Blake and grips them both in his hand, stroking slowly as they watch me intently. Waiting.
“Um,” I swallow audibly as my mind runs through the possibilities.
Despite running away earlier, the glimpse I had of the two of them together has been playing on repeat all day. Part of that is because they were so clearly in tune with one another, but part of it is that I found it so erotic. The desperation in their breathing, the groans of pleasure rumbling from their throats, their declarations of love. I wasn’t willing to admit it when anger and hurt blinded me, but that was one of thehottest things I’ve ever witnessed, and instead of averting my gaze like I did before I want to look my fill this time.
“I want to watch. What you were doing this morning.”
“Take us to your bedroom, then.” Jace lets go of their cocks and holds his hand out to me so he can help me off the couch.
I lead them to my room on shaky limbs, my heart beating erratically in my chest.I can’t believe this is happening.
“Lie down, Blake. Ass by the edge of the bed,” Jace commands. As Blake follows his instructions, Jace turns to me and gives me a tender kiss. “I’m gonna need your help, sweetheart.”
“Wha…what do you mean?” I stammer.
“I didn’t come prepared.” When I offer no response, he continues, thumb stroking gently over my half-parted lips. “I need your mouth, Kane. Or some lube.”
This morning I couldn’t have imagined that sentence turning me on, but now…Holy shit. My tongue darts out to lick my lips, swiping along Jace’s thumb in the process. A soft groan slips from his throat as heat rushes to my cheeks, and I scramble to the nightstand to grab the lube.
“Jace and I are clean,” Blake says softly when he sees me reach for the condoms. “If you are too we can go without.”
I drop the packets back in the drawer.
“On the bed,” Jace growls as he and Blake slick their rigid lengths.
Shedding my clothes, I climb on the bed next to Blake, scooting close enough for Blake’s lips to savor mine. Gentle. Indulgent. His mouth probes mine delicately, as if he wants to make this moment linger forever. My body hums with the knowledge that that’s exactly what this could be the start of.Forever.
Lost in the press of Blake’s lips against mine, I barely register the absence of Jace’s hands on my body. Then Blake tenses, a sated growl reverberating in his throat, and I realize Jace has filled him.
Overwhelmed with curiosity, I pull my mouth from Blake’s and kneel beside him. His muscled frame shifts on the mattress as Jace thrusts forward, both men groaning as they come together fully.
They hold still for a moment before Jace starts to move, his lean stomach contracting as he swivels his hips. Teeth clenched in concentration, his eyes rake over me, then Blake, as he presses deep inside Blake’s body with slow, measured thrusts. A thin sheen of sweat gathers on his torso, the strain of going slow written in the pained expression on his face. But he holds steady, exaggerating each stroke so I can see every last inch of him as he moves.
Shifting my gaze to Blake, I notice his expression mirrors Jace’s. Primed yet not sated, his hips lift to meet Jace’s as if begging him to go deeper. Push harder. Though, he too, moves slowly, prolonging each thrust.
My eyes skirt down over his chest, down his stomach, coming to rest on the thick cock standing at attention. “Touch him,” Jace orders.
I wrap my hand around Blake’s swollen length, squeezing as tight as I dare. “OhDamn.” Blake rewards me with a strangled moan.
“Move with me,” Jace instructs, his heated, dark eyes commanding me to match his pace.
Together, we pleasure Blake, Jace bottoming out each time I stroke down to Blake’s root. His cock twitches in my hand, and I squeeze harder, rubbing my finger over the slick tip. His eyes roll back in his head as it dips into the mattress, and my chest swells with pride knowing Jace and Itogetherare driving him mad.
The power we have over Blake’s pleasure is intoxicating. Screw fierce flamingos, it makes me feel like the badass I never fully believedI could be, and drives me to grip him a little tighter, tug a little faster, to see how high we can take him. It also gets me positivelyrigid, and I shift my legs to sate my own gathering need.
