Chapter Nineteen
Gabe
Sucking Leo all the way down my throat, I hummed in satisfaction—he tasted delicious—sweet and slightly salty with an extra flavor all Leo. I moved back up to his crown, my gaze never leaving Mitch. I wanted him right along with me. I refused to leave him out for a second.
“Unngh,” Leo groaned as I flicked the underside of his dick a few times with my tongue, sliding down to his heavy balls, taking each one in my mouth, covering them in saliva, watching it drip between them, down his taint and into his crease.
I’d normally spot the precursor to sex from a mile away, but not this time; everything happened so mind-blowingly fast. Even when we’d been surrounding Leo, keeping him warm, the notion never entered my head. Then bam, the next thing I knew, Leo was kissing Mitch, and watching them both turned me on so fucking much, I released a needy groan.
When Leo turned to me, I started to panic. Being in a threesome had cost me too much last time, and I’d sworn never to do this again. But one look into his eyes and the trust and desperation for me to join them blew out all my arguments in an instant.
This would undoubtedly end badly for me, but despite this scenario being an epic disaster in the making, I couldn’t prevent myself from reciprocating, and as soon as our lips touched, I’d already lost the battle. He tasted so sweet, so innocent, yet the need burning in his deep-blue eyes scorched a path into my soul and was too heady a mix for me to resist.
I had to have him.
Had to have them both.
I’d live with the consequences later.
Right now, I was in.
All fucking in.
Taking a final lick of Leo’s stiff cock, I lifted my body to hover over him. Mitch stuck to his mouth like glue and didn’t appear to be letting go anytime soon. I wanted to taste these men again too, so moving closer, I slid my tongue along both their mouths where they joined, the scratch of Mitch’s beard scraping my cheek, and the reaction of them both rocked through me as our kissing became frenzied and demanding.
“Mffph,” I moaned loudly. Next thing I knew, we were all together; my tongue in Leo’s mouth, Mitch’s mouth, Mitch in mine, Leo’s, both.
This—this is what I’d missed, what I’d consciously deprived myself of the last couple of years. The intense feelings, the powerful connection I only achieved with two other people. I’d been deliberately having one sexual partner at a time to protect myself from repeating the pain of my past. But I never fully engaged or became fully involved as some vital spark was always missing. I had fun but never truly let go, forever keeping a part of myself locked away to ensure I maintained an emotional distance. But when there were three, the extra stimulation, all the hands, lips, and tongues all over me felt so right, my body broke free from whatever chains I’d shackled myself with.
“Clothes,” Leo croaked as I kissed my way down his neck, sucking the skin between my teeth and biting down. “Mmmm,” he moaned. “You’re both wearing too many clothes.”
Releasing him with a lick to ease the sting, I went up on my knees and ripped my T-shirt over my head at the same time Leo’s hand disappeared inside my briefs. I quivered when strong fingers pulled my cock out of my underwear.
“Fuck,” Mitch sighed as he rose, his gaze riveted to my dick, with Leo already working my length as I thrust into his tight fist. He ran his fingers over my crown and collected the drops of precum dripping down the head. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he scooped them up with his tongue and immediately turned to Mitch to pull him down for a kiss, both groaning loud as they tasted me together.
Leo removed his hand, allowing me to stand and fully discard my briefs. Naked, I knelt on the bed, hands resting against the headboard as Leo raised his head and sucked my cock into his hot, wet mouth. My body shook as he kept up his forward motion shoving more of me in his mouth, taking it all without hesitation, his throat tightening around my shaft as he swallowed me down.
Nose resting against my abs for a few seconds, his throat muscles massaged me before he hollowed his cheeks when he pulled up to the tip, doing it again and again, sucking hard on my solid length, shooting sparks of fire to every nerve ending I had.
Mitch watched avidly, his eyes on Leo. “C’mere,” I growled at him. He didn’t hesitate, and with Leo between us, he kissed me deep and long, his tongue invading my mouth and conquering me completely.
Leo eased off, releasing my cock as he turned his attention to Mitch, giving him the same treatment, tugging roughly on the long underwear I’d only ever seen actors wearing in a cowboy movie.
Mitch broke our kiss, and breathing heavily, peered down at Leo as his hand delved inside. Head lolling back on his shoulders, he emitted a deep moan of satisfaction as Leo’s strong fingers took hold of him, his hips automatically moving to push his cock through the solid grip the same way I had.
“Fuck, Leo. Fuck.”
I took advantage of Mitch’s momentary distraction to pull up the hem of his T-shirt. He automatically lifted his arms as I took it off and threw it over my shoulder, allowing me to finally get my first look at what lay underneath. Jesus , the sight of his naked chest had me gripping my dick so fucking hard to stave off the climax trying desperately to climb up and out my balls. The guy hadn’t an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. Solid, hard muscle covered his massive torso, granite chest, and shoulders. Huge biceps flexed as he moved, as did a fucking eight-pack, for crying out loud. But that wasn’t the best part. Hell, no, the absolute cherry on top of the cake was the thick layer of fur covering his broad chest, the wiry hairs continuing all the way down over his belly and abs, before disappearing into the underwear Leo’s hand currently resided in.
“Damn, Mitch,” I crooned. “So fucking hot.” Unable to stop myself, I ran my hands over his hot skin, loving the hardness of his body, the roughness of the hair beneath my fingers, and the ripple of his muscles under my palms.
Holy hell, Mitch was all man and at this minute, all fucking ours.
My hands travelled lower, skimming his abs, pushing his underwear down his big legs. When his huge cock sprang free, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Long and thick and uncut, it was all my wet dreams rolled into one delicious piece of meat. Leo continued to glide his fist up and down the length, pulling back the foreskin each time before sliding up again to cover the swollen pink head.
I refused to wait another second and lowering my face, licked along his length and over Leo’s hands as he went the other way. When the head popped free of its sheath, I took him into my mouth, the taste of his juice making my mouth water as he leaked copious amounts of precum all over my tongue.
“Me, now” Leo urged, and I reluctantly lifted off his slick shaft. Leo took my place and swallowed Mitch down as far as he could, bobbing his head up and down a few times before passing his cock over to me. We took turns sucking on him as Mitch groaned above us, his large hands settling on either side of our faces as we worked him over. My mouth sucking on the head as Leo tongued his balls, before swapping positions, our tongues licking when we met in the middle. Leo’s mouth tasted sweet, innocent, but joined by the deeper musky taste of Mitch, sweat and pine and man, he made for a potent combination.
“I’m close,” Mitch moaned, his fingers moving into our hair, gripping firmly, his declaration only urging us both on. Sucking quicker, harder, we felt his cock swelling, his body tensing, as he began to shoot, plastering our faces and mouths with his release as we eagerly received everything he had. Taking him back in my mouth, I milked his cum, his body heaving and shuddering above me before Leo took over.
We kissed, the taste of him mixing between us. We were surprised a moment later, when Mitch joined us, licking into our mouths, tasting himself, his essence passing from mouth to mouth. My hand found my dick, and I roughly jerked off, needing no more than a few tugs as my climax shot up my shaft and ripped me apart, my vision whiting out as I came over them both, coating Leo’s belly with my release. Seconds later, Leo’s hoarse cry followed as he came, too, his hot cum spurting out of his cock, mingling with mine on his abs.
I collapsed beside Leo, my legs shaking, heart racing from the most electrifying orgasm I’d ever had. Mitch flopped down on the other side of Leo, all of us drained, and sated, the smell of sweat and sex filling the room.
“Christ,” Mitch finally uttered, voice gravelly.
“Yeah, what he said,” I agreed.
“I’ve never, I—fuck. I never even got to take my thermals off.”
Leo and I both began to laugh uncontrollably, finding Mitch’s statement hilarious, neither of us able to contain our joy from bubbling up and out.
“Hey,” Mitch moaned, though his mouth began to twitch too.
After the day we’d had, the moment of lightness brought a welcome sense of relief, and for the first time in forever, I felt totally and utterly relaxed.
I wiped my hand over my face, removing most of Mitch’s cum. “We need a cloth to clean ourselves up,” I said, and sliding off the bed, I padded into the bathroom. Reentering the room a few moments later, I abruptly halted on the threshold, a chill creeping over my skin as I watched the two men I’d had sex with laying together: Leo, cradled gently in Mitch’s big arms, his head on Mitch’s chest; Mitch being so gentle with him, and Leo, for once, allowing himself to be cared for, rather than being the one doing the caring.
It wasn’t lost on me I was the one outside of this tender moment between the two of them. The person not part of their bubble of affection as Mitch whispered something in his ear, making Leo nod. I’m positive they hadn’t meant to exclude me, but still, the familiar pain wrapped itself around my heart and squeezed until I struggled to breathe, every intake of air like shards of ice in my lungs. “Here.” I dropped the damp towel on the bed next to Leo and turned to leave, needing some distance between me and them. “I’ll go get us a drink,” I said, and scurried to the door.
“Gabe?” Mitch queried, but I ignored his question.
“I won’t be a sec.” Heading out of the bedroom, I pulled the door to, not wanting them to see my upcoming meltdown, I barely managed to get through the kitchen and into the rear bathroom as nausea took over, and I started to retch, my stomach desperately trying to release the tightness coiling in my gut.
After rinsing my mouth out in the sink, I glanced into the mirror. I looked exactly the same as a few moments ago. The post-sex glow covering my skin, the tinge of pink over my neck and chest. But my eyes told a different story. Clearly visible was the hurt and pain I usually managed to keep hidden away in the biggest box in the darkest corner of my mind, alongside the fear permanently hovering in the background.
They’d get bored of me and decide I was too much work and not worth the effort and want it to be just the two of them.
I saw the future, plain as day, and had to scrunch my eyes tightly closed to shut out my fears, to try to stuff the feelings back in the box where they belonged. To convince myself this wasn’t a long-term thing we had going on, and I’d be gone soon enough.
Thinking of no longer being here brought me up short, when I remembered Leo and I were supposed to be leaving today anyway, weren’t we? I’m positive Mitch had told us three days, max. Well, day three was mostly over, and, as yet, there’d been no message or phone call saying the bridge had been restored. Maybe with how busy they must be, they’d forgotten to let Mitch know, or perhaps they hadn’t yet completed the repairs.
What if the bridge was still a work in progress, or worse still, what if they’d not even started the work for some reason? How much longer would I be trapped here, forced to watch while Leo and Mitch got closer and closer, and I got pushed further and further away?