Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
DEUS
I walk into the bedroom, looking for Ellison, when I feel someone slide up behind me. The forwardness is very Aspen, but I know it’s Ellison before even turning around.
“How are you doing?” I ask as he slides his arm around me.
“Do I have to answer that question?”
I tip my head back and he gives me a kiss. “Would you rather show me?”
“You really want to have sex with both of us?” he asks.
Oh? “That’s what you’re thinking about?”
“I’m thinking about a lot of things,” Ellison says, turning me around to face him.
“Yeah?” I ask as I sense someone else coming up behind me. “So… instead of answering my question, you’re going to distract me? Isn’t that my thing, not yours?”
“Maybe I’ve learned that from you,” he says while Aspen kisses my neck.
“Hmm… the demons are pleased.”
“I can make you even more pleased,” Aspen whispers in my ear.
“Oh? I’d love to find out how.”
Ellison slides his fingers under my shirt, allowing Aspen’s hands to wander up under it from behind me. His fingers glide up my skin while Ellison’s touch wraps around me. Ellison’s hands draw my shirt up as Aspen kisses the bare skin once it’s exposed.
“Do you think El wants to join too?” I ask.
Ellison raises an eyebrow. “Let’s not get greedy now.”
“Just saying he’s welcome if he wants to join.”
“Baby steps,” Aspen says. “El’s a shy boy when it comes to this stuff. Hell, this is the first time Ellison’s let me come out to play instead of enjoying it in his mind.” He nips my throat while his hands explore.
“Aspen, you really don’t need to be so chatty or you can go away,” Ellison threatens.
Aspen’s fingers slide into my hair, pulling my head back just as Ellison goes to kiss me and capturing my lips instead. “Are you going to let him bully me like that?”
“I’m going to let you two do whatever the fuck you want to me because I’m all in on this,” I decide.
“Of course you are,” Ellison says as he pushes Aspen’s head away.
“Ellison’s always been more than willing to give me anything I wanted… have I finally found something he’s refusing to share?”
“Am I not sharing him with you?” Ellison asks.
Aspen grins at him.
I love hearing them bicker and wonder what it’d be like to share my experiences and thoughts with someone who could materialize. “Maybe Aspen will answer my burning questions. Have you two kissed? Honestly, it’d be nothing more than kissing yourself.”
“See! That’s what I said when we were young. Ellison didn’t agree with my way of thinking. El didn’t either,” Aspen says thoughtfully. “Like you can kiss your hand and it’s not the end of the world.”
“My hand doesn’t talk back,” Ellison counters.
“That’s true. Or bite,” Aspen says as he nips my neck while Ellison pushes my pants down, one hip before the other.
He happens to find that I didn’t bother putting underwear on after my shower with the impure intentions of finding him.
So there I stand, naked and eagerly waiting between the two of them.
I reach out to Ellison, pleased he isn’t suited up for once. He’s just come out of the shower, so he’s wearing sweats and a t-shirt I made him take with him, which means that sliding his shirt off comes with no tie… no buttons, and definitely no cuff links.
“This is almost… too easy,” I comment. “I’ve gotten used to unwrapping you like a Christmas present.”
“You complain when there are too many layers and complain when there are too few,” he grumbles.
“You must be hearing things,” I say, pushing his shirt off as I feel Aspen rub my ass cheeks before I feel his cock through his pants. It brushes against my ass and I feel the hard length nudging me, making me ache for more of it.
I reach back, pushing his pants down as best I can while Ellison presses his naked body against my front.
I don’t exactly get Aspen unclothed, but I do free his cock, which he slots between my ass cheeks.
I moan when both of their cocks are pressed against me.
It feels so fucking good, and I think about all that we can explore.
“Get on the bed,” Aspen orders.
Ellison grabs my wrist, pulling me back with him. I follow him until he climbs up onto the bed where I hover over him while I kiss a line down his chest, pausing only to lightly grab his nipple between my teeth, causing him to make a noise.
“Abuse him, not me,” Ellison teases.
“I like to abuse you both.”
Then I stroke my hand up Ellison’s cock, fingers skimming over it before taking the tip in my mouth. Aspen climbs up behind me and slides his cock along my crease before his hand smacks my ass. He draws back just as his wet finger rubs between my cheeks before pressing against my hole.
I hum in pleasure, loving the way it makes Ellison’s cock deep in my mouth harden even more.
His fingers slide into my hair while my fingers circle the base of his cock.
Another of Aspen’s fingers sinks inside of me, opening me up and making heat rush through me.
He pulls his fingers out of me as I lift my head from Ellison’s cock so I can press a condom against the head and roll it down.
I slather his length in lube before he gets up and comes around behind me while I pull Aspen in front of me.
He kneels on the bed facing me as the head of Ellison’s cock brushes against my ass.
“You want to feel his cock in your ass while you take mine in your mouth?” Aspen asks me.
“Aspen, talk less,” Ellison says, clearly flustered by him.
“What if I do want that, though, Ellison?” I ask as I feel the head of his cock against my entrance.
And while it nudges against me, I reach out and pull Aspen in close. I run my tongue along the side of his cock as Ellison pushes into me.
“Oh fuck,” I moan before sliding Aspen’s cock into my mouth. My hand fondles his balls and as Ellison drives into me, I sink deeper onto Aspen’s cock.
Oh, it feels exhilarating to be used from both sides. I want more of it. I want them to fuck my mouth and ass until I’m pulled straight down into bliss.
“You sure this isn’t too much?” Ellison asks.
I grudgingly have to remove Aspen’s cock from my mouth to answer. “Does it look like I’m not having a good time?”
“I definitely can’t deny that you’re enjoying yourself,” he says.
“He likes being fucked from both ends,” Aspen observes.
“I do.”
My tongue runs along the bottom of Aspen’s cock while Ellison slowly rocks inside of me.
It feels amazing. How can this all feel so fucking amazing?
He thrusts into me, hitting that sweet spot inside that makes me moan around Aspen’s cock.
Aspen’s fingers slide through my hair, and when I look up, I catch his green eyes.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says.
Ellison knows just how to move, just how to cause pleasure to rush through me, but right when I feel like I’m reaching that edge, he pulls out of me.
“Is this the ultimate torture?” I ask.
Trading places with Aspen, he pulls the condom off and presses his cock against mine as he tugs me onto his lap, pulling me up enough that my ass is in the air. And while his hand strokes our cocks together, his lips find mine a moment before Aspen shoves his cock deep inside of me.
I groan as I fall into Ellison, who holds me tightly.
He has one hand on my ass cheek while Aspen pushes into me.
Ellison’s tongue tangles with mine before he pulls back to allow me to catch my breath.
His hand squeezes my cock against his before circling the head with his thumb.
I don’t know how much more I can handle.
It feels so fucking incredible as I grip tightly onto his back while he strokes me and Aspen drives into me from behind.
I tuck myself against Ellison before I shudder and come into his hand. I can feel myself tightening onto Aspen’s cock while his thrusts quicken inside my sensitive body, sending jolts of pleasure through me. Ellison groans as he comes at the same time as Aspen.
Aspen withdraws from me and Ellison pulls me down on top of him while I breathe heavily.
“Was it as amazing as you were hoping for?” Ellison asks.
“Even better,” I say as they both hold on to me. “We should do this every day.”
“Fucking hell… no. Aspen might have his own thoughts and can act on his own, but it still takes a level of concentration in my head. I can feel everything he does. Normal stuff, I can ignore… but feeling you… like this… from both him and me… I might die of exhaustion if I do it every day.”
“We’ll work him up to it,” Aspen tells me.
“That one. And then once he’s got that under control, we’ll ask El to join in,” I say. “I feel like he’s jealous.”
“He said he’s not jealous,” Ellison conveys.
“He’s shy,” I say.
Ellison shakes his head but doesn’t refute it. I remain collapsed on top of him, not sure that I can get up anytime soon.