9. Connor
Iwould be content to lay there all night and bask in the sight of them together. Zeke’s happiness was radiant, and it made him one of the most beautiful men I’d ever seen. Nothing could come close to the vision in front of me. Watching the two of them navigate a series of first kisses made my heart swell.
Zeke slid his hand across Micah’s body then up my hip, reaching for me. I tangled our fingers together, smiling at the way he squeezed. I squeezed back, offering a silent reassurance that this was okay. It was more than okay.
When they pulled apart, I noted the rapid rise and fall of Micah’s ribcage. I pressed another kiss to his bare shoulder. A small, horny part of me regretted leaving my pajama pants on. But the other, older and wiser part of me knew that some lines didn’t have to be crossed right away. If we played our cards right, we’d have all the time in the world to explore and enjoy each other.
That didn’t mean my dick understood. Micah tilted his head back and pressed it against my chest. Zeke traveled down, kissing and licking a trail down Micah’s body.
“What do you want, Micah?” I whispered the question in his ear, but it still managed to be the loudest sound in the room.
Zeke laughed. “I think he wants me to suck his dick.”
Micah answered with a groan.
“Is that what you want?” I untangled my hand from Zeke’s and reached around the front of Micah. I paused at his waist, marveling at the heat radiating from his skin. Micah huffed a laugh and shoved my hand lower, groaning when it came into contact with his rigid cock.
“That’s what I want.” Micah arched his back, pressing his ass against my cock, driving me wild. “I want your hands on me. Your mouth. I want to feel you. Both of you.”
“Your wish is our command,” Zeke said, taking one of Micah’s nipples into his mouth. I shuffled away and eased Micah onto his back. Zeke licked and kissed his way around Micah’s chest, moving from one nipple to the other while Micah writhed underneath us, whimpering and helpless.
My fingers skimmed down his chest and across his waist, tucking under the band of his briefs. I took his cock in hand, sealing my mouth over his as he moaned, thrust up into my touch, already trying to fuck himself to completion in the loose grip of my fist.
I kissed him deeper, taking advantage of the way he quivered under our ministrations. Slowly, I swirled my thumb over the head of his dick, smearing his precum and making him gasp against my mouth.
“God, do that again,” Micah begged, his voice thin and needy.
“Not so fast,” Zeke said. His hands tugged at Micah’s briefs, lowering them. I turned my head so I could have a look at all of him. His cock was thick but not overly long, and the head was red and weeping. Micah whimpered as Zeke pressed kisses against his hip, inching closer to Micah’s cock. “I haven’t had a taste yet.”
I pulled my hand off Micah’s dick and watched it bob and twitch in the air. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I locked eyes with Micah and licked the precum off my thumb. He reached for me, cupping my cheek, then my neck, and dragged me into a frenzied kiss.
I knew the second Zeke’s mouth came into contact with Micah’s cock because his grip on me tightened and his whole body tensed, then relaxed. Micah moaned and I kissed him harder, deeper, dragging my hands over his naked torso. I brushed my thumb over his nipples and pulled more dirty, desperate sounds from him.
He wasn’t the only one being driven wild. Kissing and touching him was a high all its own but hearing Zeke’s ministrations added a level of eroticism that I’d never expected. My cock was hard to the point of painful, and it leaked precum, creating a wet spot in my pants. My hips moved of their own volition, seeking friction. My own desperation was ratcheting up, nearing its tipping point.
Micah’s whimpers were the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard. That they were caused by my boyfriend and his talented mouth only served to make the whole thing that much hotter. Breaking our kiss, I watched Zeke take Micah all the way down. Micah tried to thrust, but Zeke had him pinned to the mattress.
“I’m not going to last if he keeps doing that,” Micah said, sinking a hand into Zeke’s hair.
“I think that’s what he’s going for.” I shifted on the bed. Leaning down, I put my mouth on Micah’s nipple. Flattening my tongue, I dragged it over the sensitive skin, smiling when Micah made more of those delicious noises. A gentle nip with my teeth made Micah cry out. When I did it again, a whimper caught in his throat. It turned into another low groan as he thrust and shuddered.
Zeke made more lewd noises until Micah’s whimpers turned from sexy to slightly pained. Only then did Zeke crawl his way back up. Coming closer, he nuzzled into me.
“Have a taste.” Zeke angled for a kiss. With Micah still pinned beneath us, Zeke slanted our mouths together, licking his way inside mine. His kiss tasted different. It was him, but more. Slightly salty and a little bitter, with undertones of marshmallow. I found myself smiling as Zeke pulled away.
Micah had recovered enough to pull Zeke into a kiss. Their tongues battled and tangled until Micah went limp beneath Zeke, panting and smiling.
“I want to watch you guys.” Even in the dim light, I could see Micah was embarrassed by his admission. Or had it been a request?
“You want to watch us do what?” Zeke dragged his hand down Micah’s chest, but it was me he looked at. I’d always been able to read Zeke like a book, but the amount of naked affection in his gaze made my heart race.
“Whatever you want.” Micah sounded timid but too intrigued by the concept to back down. “You should finish what you started when I walked in.”
Zeke climbed over Micah and shoved me onto my back before straddling me. “Not sure I want to bother with the whole bending you over the back of the couch thing right now.” Zeke undulated his body, not so subtly rubbing his cock against mine. He put his hands on my chest and did it again.
“Micah, be a dear and get the lube. I stashed it in the basket under the coffee table.” I said.
Micah was back before I could miss his warmth next to me. He tried to hand off the lube, but Zeke shook his head.
“Put some in your hand, Micah. Then you’re going to wrap that hand around both our cocks and help us get off.” Zeke shifted back and shimmied around, awkwardly shoving his pants down his body and kicking them off the bed. He gripped the waist of my pants and I lifted my ass, making it easier for him to tug them off.
“Jesus fuck, Zeke.” I groaned as I pictured the scene as Zeke returned to his position on top of me.
“What? I’ve had years to think of all the dirty and debauched things I want to do with the both of you.” Zeke flicked his gaze to Micah in time to see him toss the lube aside. Micah reached out, tentative at first. He grew bolder when Zeke moaned at the first hint of contact. “That’s right, baby, grip us both. Just like that.”
With gentle encouragement, Micah slid closer and took us both in hand. I couldn’t look away. Zeke thrust, going in a slow and easy rhythm, one he knew drove me wild. I could scarcely breathe or think. All I could do was lay there, boneless, brainless, mouth agape as I watched the way we were joined.
Unable to stop myself, I reached a hand between Zeke and I and joined Micah’s. Zeke moaned, and his slow and easy pace broke. His hips snapped, and he thrust faster and faster. Fingers bit into my chest as Zeke anchored himself to me, fucking the channel created by Micah’s hand and mine.
Zeke’s sudden orgasm triggered my own. Our cocks emptied onto my stomach as Zeke’s frantic thrusting slowed to an easy but broken rhythm. Zeke leaned forward, catching my mouth with his, kissing me so deeply I could taste his satisfaction. Practically liquified, Zeke’s arms quaked after a minute and he shoved himself off me, flopping on the other side of Micah. He seemed as determined as me to keep Micah between us, at least for tonight.
Micah grabbed his briefs from the foot of the bed where they”d been discarded. I thought for a second that he was going to put them on, but he used them to mop up the mess off my stomach. When he was done, I tugged him down into my arms. Zeke rolled over and plastered himself against Micah. For a while, we laid there and enjoyed the quiet, post-orgasmic glow.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Micah whispered. “The two of you are beautiful together.”
“But?” I asked, dragging my fingertips down his arm.
“I still can’t believe this is real. I don’t even understand why you’d want me. The two of you are perfect together.”
“We just do,” Zeke said. He shimmied closer to Micah like he could snuggle his doubts away. It would take time for Micah to believe we truly wanted him in our lives the way we said we did, but I hoped it wouldn’t take too long.
“What Zeke means to say is that we both have liked you for a long time. There’s always been something about you that we’re both drawn to. All we want is a chance to show you how amazing the three of us together could be.”
Micah’s sigh turned into a yawn. “I suppose I could be persuaded to stick around for a while.”
Zeke’s hand reached over Micah and found mine, giving it a squeeze. I squeezed back, and Micah’s breathing deepened. Behind him, Zeke chuckled quietly.
“Best weekend ever,” Zeke whispered.
I squeezed his hand again in agreement. We fell asleep tangled together in front of the fire. It was perfect.