15. Jace #2
“Tongues swiping together around the tip of your dick while four sets of fingers squeeze and pull and tug…and penetrate.” I swipe the tip of one finger over his slit while another presses against his hole, an d am rewarded with a startled gasp that turns into a needy moan.
It’s so fucking sexy I can’t stop myself from reacting, spearing upward in search of more friction.
That earns me another moan, and despite really, really enjoying the way he feels in my hand, I’m helpless to ignore what my body demands.
I reach between us to push down my shorts and pull out my own throbbing dick, the movement drawing Blake’s attention to where my wallet sits on the cushion beside me. He reaches for it, pulling out a condom that he hands to me before snatching the packet of lube and squirting some on his fingers.
He works the lube between his cheeks as I wrap myself up, both of us in a rush to get the prep over with. Then he sinks onto my length, coming to a rest when I’m fully seated.
We stay like that, joined, taking shallow breaths, until our bodies adjust. It has the added benefit of taking the edge off, just a fraction, knowing I’m closer to the release I desperately want.
The one we desperately need. Then he starts to move, griding his ass on my cock as I take his shaft in my hand, stroking just as leisurely as he rocks over me.
“Now picture filling Kane like I’m filling you.
While I’m filling you.” I brush my fingers over his tip again as a contented sign floats out of his mouth.
“Your slick cock sliding in and out of his tight hole.” I squeeze him in my fist as I pull along his length.
“The three of us, naked and sweaty and connected , moving as one as the pressure builds between us. Driving each other closer and closer to the edge.”
“You kiss me over your shoulder as I drive into you,” I continue, fighting to ignore the way he contracts around me as I put my fantasy to words, “which makes you pump into him. Then you kiss him as you bottom out, and I withdraw to start all over again. Kissing and thrusting and groping, hands and tongues covering all the skin they can find.” My grip is firm on his dick now, my strokes faster, although I’m still not jerking him without abandon.
Not yet. Once I do, it will only be seconds until this is over, and I’m not ready to let that happen.
Blake grinds down hard, his ass clenching around my dick as he strains to feel it rubbing against his prostate. The pressure nearly undoes me, and I take a shaky breath as I force down the desire to let go.
Cupping his balls with my free hand, I tug his cock as I pump deeply into him, trying to hit all his pleasure points at once.
The cry that bursts from his throat is damn near inhuman, and I’m helpless to ignore it the way that makes my groin tingle.
Despite my best intentions, that sound robs me of all restraint, and before I know it, I’m jutting my hips up as I jerk my hand over his length as fast as my muscles will allow.
The tip of my dick slams against his prostate over and over again, sending a current of electricity from the head of my cock all the way down to my balls.
My thighs quiver and my ass goes numb under the strain of my efforts to drive deeper, but the discomfort barely registers as I chase the release building in my nuts.
“Can you feel it? Can you feel how good the three of us would be together?” I pant, speeding us toward the finish.
Seconds later, Blake’s whole body tenses, his ass convulsing around my length as his twitches in my hand.
Warm liquid spills over my knuckles as his tremors tip me over the edge, and I growl in satisfaction as my cock pulses inside him.
His jaw hangs open, though no sound escapes, as if even his voice is too paralyzed with pleasure to function.
That’s new, but it makes my chest swell with pride.
As Blake’s tremors subside, I take my hands off his junk and wrap them around his waist, pinning him to me while our breathing returns to normal.
In this moment, holding him close, it’s hard to justify thinking about anyone else.
And yet, knowing how well I fit with Kane, and how well he fits with Blake, it seems ludicrous to think the three of us wouldn’t be the perfect complement to each other.
I don’t mean sexually either, although there is that.
It’s more the sense of belonging I feel with each of them.
The way I was instantly comfortable in their presence.
If Kane were here right now, I think I’d feel as content as I do with just Blake.
“You really think it’s a good idea to ask him to be part of this?” Blake breaks the silence. “It won’t take away from what we have right now?”
I kiss the side of his neck as I get my words together. “I think we could miss out on something great if we ignore the signs.”
“What signs?” He twists his head so he can see my face.
“The ones that keep happening. Seriously?” I challenge his blank stare.
“I’m not even the sign guy and I’m seeing them everywhere.
” That’s not an easy thing to admit seeing as how I like to believe I’m in charge of my life, but even I have to acknowledge there have been far too many coincidences lately. “I don’t think we should ignore them.”
“What signs?” he repeats, a tiny crease separating his brows as he studies me.
“Well, for starters, I bumped into you in Utah of all places, and right after that Axel has a proposition for me that means living here—here being the spare room that lets us explore this thing we have at a pace you’re comfortable with.
” When his expression doesn’t change, I continue.
“Then the one other man we both thought we could be serious about just moved here . He opens up the job that lets you leave the spa, here , in the random tiny town we’re in.
What are the odds of jobs and living arrangements for three separate people who like each other aligning like that?
You’re the sign guy, are you really not seeing what I’m seeing? ”
“When you put it that way…” A smile tugs at the corner of his lip. “I guess maybe that’s too big a coincidence to just ignore.”
“Fuck yeah. And let’s not pretend you didn’t just have the best orgasm of your life imagining what it would be like to have him with us.”
“It was pretty phenomenal.” The tiny smile morphs into a dopey grin.
“That’s an understatement,” I snort. “You lost the ability to speak. Trust me when I say the real thing would be even better.”
“Yeah, but when you say the real thing, you don’t mean just inviting him to bed, you mean the three of us dating each other. That’s a lot more intense than just fucking.” His head flops back to rest on my shoulder. Shit, he’s back to feeling confused.
“I know you don’t see what I see yet, not completely,” I start, “but I think you might if you give it a try. And if I’m right, if it works between us, we’ll face the questions and the confusion people have together. I’m not saying that will make it easy, but none of us will be alone.”
Blake’s body relaxes into mine as he sighs. Picking up my hand, he threads his fingers through mine, letting them rest on his stomach. “Okay. I trust you.”
The breath I didn’t realize I was holding seeps out. Holy shit, we’re really doing this!