Chapter Twenty-Four
Gabe
“Yes,” Mitch ground out. “Yes.” The sound of his gravelly voice, thick with desire, had me gripping my cock through my pants to try to stave off the throbbing ache his words conjured; they were so dark, so desperate. Looking at Leo, I waited for him to answer, and when he swallowed a couple of times, his Adam’s apple bobbing, for a second, I thought he’d say no, but he nodded, and the arousal in his eyes took over, making me want to shout in triumph.
As soon as Mitch had inadvertently mentioned coming inside me, my brain refused to focus on anything else. I’d been bare a few times with Karl and David, but that was extremely rare, mostly after they’d pushed for it. I’d never needed unprotected sex with them to validate us or our relationship but had acceded to their requests as they’d both been so eager.
It hadn’t done me any good since they’d left me anyway, hadn’t they?
But the idea of letting Mitch and Leo come inside me, their release washing away the last remnants of my previous relationship, was something I desperately needed them to do. I wanted all traces of my past life gone and what better way than to have it replaced by them? To cleanse away my exes’ dirty aftertaste and the bitterness they’d left behind with something new, something pure.
“I’ve got my test results on my phone if you want proof. Plus, I’m on PrEP, so I’m all good,” I said.
Leo sucked in a couple more breaths before answering, “Me, too.” He blushed, and stuttered onward, “N-Not the PrEP part, but the tests part.”
We both turned to Mitch. “I’ve not been tested,” he replied, disappointment coloring his voice. “But I’ve only ever been with Katie and no one else since, since she—”
“It’s okay. I believe you. I still want to. With you. Both of you.”
It shocked me to think I trusted him, trusted anyone anymore, but I did and believed him when he told me he’d only ever had sex with his wife. Without another word, I shucked off my oversize hoodie and T-shirt. Moving my hands to my jeans, I hastily undid them, pushing them and my underwear down my legs to kick them off with my feet.
Taking hold of my aching dick, I gave it a couple of strokes, enjoying the feel of my hand on my shaft. Sliding up to the tip, I caught the pearls of liquid between my fingers and brought them to my mouth, licking them clean. I eyed both men about to fuck me and smirked, “So what are we waiting for?”
Leo hastily removed his clothes, and Mitch removed the jeans trapped around his ankles from when I’d given him his blowjob. All naked, we were each breathing hard, our eyes roaming over one another, soaking up the sight of so much bare flesh.
“On the couch,” Leo growled, taking charge. “On your knees.” I rushed to obey his order. Moving past them to crawl onto the cushions, going up on my knees and gripping the top of the sofa with my hands, I arched my back and pushed my ass out, spreading my legs to make sure they got a nice view of my hole.
Looking over my shoulder, I asked him, “Like this?” knowing full well it was what he wanted.
Leo carefully moved forward until he stood directly behind me, his fingers feathering lightly, from the top of my neck down the length of my spine, his touch sending sparks of electricity tingling along my nerves. He didn’t stop, continuing down my crease to glide over my hole, making the muscle clench and me emit a long moan of pleasure.
“Exactly like that,” he drawled, and I had to take a second look to make sure this was the same Leo, because the one currently dishing out the orders didn’t sound like the man I’d met, at all. The slight hesitancy he normally carried along with him had gone, and in its place was a confident, almost dominant replacement, making my toes curl at the bossy tone he’d assumed, his voice deep and rich and firm.
I would never be a submissive lover, but with how much I needed to be taken over and lose myself tonight, I’d gladly hand over my control to either of these men and had faith they wouldn’t abuse my trust. I didn’t want to make the decisions, didn’t want to be the one dictating what happened. I wanted to let go and forget all about my exes, and their fucking wedding. I just needed to feel and knew without a shadow of a doubt they would give me what I asked for.
“Mitch,” Leo said, “Why don’t you go around the couch and see if Gabe can’t put his sassy mouth to good use.”
Holy fuck, who was this guy?
Mitch eyed Leo in much the same way I had, but his cock twitched at the words, and he only hesitated a moment before he complied and was there, his big throbbing dick level with my lips, making my mouth water. Built thick and long, much like Mitch himself, I anxiously waited to taste him again, and if the trail of precum beading his slit was any indication, he wanted my mouth on him as badly as I did.
“Come to papa,” I said, grinning up at him, my greedy eyes roving over his hairy body. Built like a mountain, I relished the chance to conquer him.
“So not sexy,” he mumbled disapprovingly as he stepped closer.
About to respond, I opened my mouth to do so, when one of his large hands slid into my hair and gripped me firmly. He yanked my head up and rubbed his leaking cock along my lips.
“There. Now it’s sexy,” he purred, as I licked his essence. He pulled on his foreskin, exposing the swollen purple head of his glans, and I stuck out my tongue. He tapped his dick on my lips a couple of times before pushing slowly into my mouth, stretching my lips wide to accommodate his girth.
His whole body rippled as I started to suck first on the crown, suckling gently, licking the underside, taking more of him in, caressing his shaft as I swallowed him down. So fucking big, he made my eyes water, but I craved the challenge as he filled my mouth, breathing rapidly through my nostrils as I took him all the way down until my nose touched the thick fuzz on his abs.
He was all man. Basic. Animal, and I never realized I craved what he could offer me until right this second. Pulling off his dick when I ran out of air, I gasped for couple of seconds, then took him back in my mouth again.
“So good,” he moaned, as he began to move his hips, gradually at first, hands on either side of my head, guiding me. “So fucking good.” His pace quickened, hips thrusting harder, his cock hitting the soft palette of my throat and deeper. I hollowed out my cheeks increasing the pressure, at the same time becoming aware of two new hands sliding up my back, before returning to my ass, then the swirl of cold air as my cheeks were gripped firmly and spread wide apart. At the first swipe of Leo’s hot tongue, my entire body trembled, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“Fuck,” Mitch breathed, awestruck, his steady rhythm faltering slightly as he watched Leo work my hole. Leaning over me, Mitch’s hands followed the same path as Leo’s, trailing down from my neck to the base of my spine. He took over, pulling my cheeks apart, allowing Leo the opportunity to slide his free hand under my balls and grip my cock.
Saliva landed on the top of my ass and slid down my crease, dripping from Mitch’s mouth, mixing with Leo’s as his tongue worked its magic, pushing at the tight muscle, methodically working me open.
Soon his finger moved alongside his tongue, dipping inside my entrance, then out to circle my rim, before sliding back inside. Each pass worked the digit in deeper until his whole finger was embedded within my ass, soon joined by another fatter, longer one, as Mitch slid his in alongside Leo’s, both loosening me up for what was going to happen next.
Leo removed his finger from my ass, stood, and made a quick trip over to his duffel, leaving Mitch to continue his slow sensual torture. I tracked Leo’s movement as he crossed the room, staring hungrily at the carved muscles of his body, glistening with a sheen of perspiration.
Rummaging around in his bag, he pulled out a full bottle of lube. Retaking his position at my ass, he flipped the lid and drizzled some on his bare cock, slicking himself up, ensuring he was fully coated before stepping in close, heat emanating off his length as Mitch removed his finger and Leo’s wide blunt head took its place.
“Yesss,” I hissed, tensing in anticipation as, oh so calmly, Leo pushed at my ring, the pressure building until his head breached the muscle and the tip slipped inside. I let out a whoosh of air at the sharp pain and hot burn. I’d not let anybody fuck me in a long time, so needed a moment to adjust to the feeling of being stretched open again. When my sphincter finally gave and he pushed in a few more inches, I wondered why on earth I’d waited so long.