16. Kane #3
This is the craziest thing I’ve ever considered saying yes to, but I did come here to get out of the personal and professional rut I’d been living in for the past year, and I know it takes a bold move to get out of a rut.
On the bike anyway. You can’t halfheartedly try to get your tires back on level ground, you have to commit to the new direction and put some energy into forcing the bike to change course.
That’s even more true when the rut is the result of everyone following the same route, so it’s deeper and harder to escape.
I think the same can be said for life. I’ve been following the expected route for so long, it’s going to take some bold moves to forge a new path.
I made one of those moves already, professionally speaking, by coming here for a new job.
This thing the guys are proposing could be a chance to jumpstart my way out of the personal rut .
“Okay.” My voice is weaker than I intend—a sign that my brain is lagging behind my libido at the moment—though the heated looks cast my way when I give consent quickly shut my brain up.
Dear Lord, I’m about to be devoured.
Despite his near ravenous expression, Jace leans forward slowly, cupping the side of my face as he touches his lips briefly to mine.
When he releases me, Blake mimics him, tipping my chin in his direction for a soft, chaste kiss.
I have the sense that both men are waiting to see if I freak out, so I take care to keep my breathing steady, and my expression neutral. Evidently, that satisfies them.
“Come with us.” Jace offers me a hand as he stands, and before I consciously decide to comply, I find myself doing as he says.
Blake rises as well, taking my free hand in his, and leading us through the living room and down the hall to a bedroom.
He stops only when we reach the side of the bed, guiding me to stand with my back to the mattress.
With both of them facing me, Blake’s hands drift to the hem of my shirt, where they pause as he looks at me with lifted brows.
My head dips once, and the fabric glides over my skin as he lifts it up and over my head.
Jace’s hand settles between my pecs as he gives me a similar, inquisitive look. I nod my head again, and his fingertips drift to a nipple, gently brushing back and forth over the pink skin.
“Beautiful,” Blake murmurs as his finger grazes over the other one.
The semi that’d been threatening to grow since those first kisses becomes a full-fledged boner as I watch two gorgeous men pluck and tug my nipples, teasing them to hardened peaks as my cock fills.
Jace’s tongue swipes over his bottom lip as his eyes travel down my body. “I think we’re making his dick hard.”
Blake cups my bulge, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I think you’re right. Should I take it out? ”
I scream yes in my mind, but for reasons I don’t fully understand, I stay still and let them talk about me as if I’m not here.
“Not yet.” Jace’s free hand kneads my ass. “Once we pull his pretty cock out I’ll probably want to suck on it, and I don’t want to rush.”
The image conjured by that statement has a desperate moan seeping from my parted lips.
“I think he’d like that,” Blake says as he massages my shaft.
“Sounds that way. Lie back.” Jace steps forward, forcing me to fall back on the bed.
Both men follow me, urging me to scoot until we’re all sprawled sideways on the mattress, me on my back and them propped on their sides facing me.
I inhale sharply and close my eyes as two sets of fingers dance up my stomach, over my chest, down my arms—mapping the peaks and contours of my body. Goosebumps rise in their wake as their light touch chills my skin while heating my core.
“Relax,” a deep voice whispers in my ear, though before I can comply, a tongue flicks over my nipple, causing a needy whimper to pass through my lips.
“Fuck, I like that sound.” Jace—I think—kneads my pec in his palm as he gives instructions. “Make him do it again.”
The tongue finds my nipple once more, though this time it swirls around once, twice, before a hot, wet mouth covers me, sucking me into its depths.
Too overwhelmed for words, I moan and sigh, occasionally crying out as teeth and tongues and hands roam reverently over my body, leaving no part untouched.
From sensual caresses to teasing strokes, I have never been so thoroughly explored, and with my eyes closed, I can almost let myself believe that it’s not taboo.
That this is perfectly normal. Until both my nipples are swallowed by needy mouths, or I feel a tongue on my nipple while a second one strokes against mine, stealing all sounds of pleasure before they can pass my lips.
If I concentrate—or try to think logically—I could probably tell who is doing what. But I don’t want to think, I want to feel . So, I keep my eyes pressed shut and accept all the attention they’re willing to give, reveling in the state of bliss they’ve brought me to.
Sometimes they move in sync, their movements softly seductive, other times they mix it up, one touching me worshipfully while the other is demanding.
The dueling sensations push my arousal to the brink without ever letting me fall over the precipice.
A persistent hum of pleasure courses through me as I hover in a suspended euphoria.
Eventually, I register cool air hitting my cock—my pants must have come off while I was lost in the fog of bliss—and a hand wraps around my shaft. Then a warm tongue slides over my slit, flicking seductively back and forth while the steady grip strokes my length.
My hips buck as hoarse whispers drift through the otherwise silent room.
“Is he leaking?”
“So much.”
“Does he taste as good as you remember?”
“Better. Like fucking heaven.” The tongue swipes over me again, and my pelvis arches upward, shamelessly straining for more.
I open my eyes in time to see Blake pulling his tongue back inside his mouth as Jace leans forward and closes his lips over my crown, sucking it leisurely into his hot, wet mouth.
My hips lurch again, but Blake pins them down so Jace can keep his mouth on me, the two of them working together to fuel my desire.
Then they shift so Blake is the one sucking while Jace watches, rapt, as if witnessing my cock sliding between Blake’s lips is just as hot as doing it himself .
Their heads are so close together it’s almost hard to see who’s doing what, and I’m not entirely sure they aren’t both licking me at the same time.
My lust-addled body doesn’t much care, as long as they don’t stop, though my brain—which finally seems to have come over to the dark side—wonders how close they are to kissing down there, and is embarrassingly intrigued by the idea.
The squelch of lube snaps me out of that particular fantasy and deposits me into a reality that’s both better and worse.
Now I can feel suction my balls, and pressure on my hole, only I can’t see it since I’ve got one leg over Jace’s shoulder and the other over Blake’s.
I’m pretty sure they’re passing my nuts back and forth with their tongues while they’ve each got a finger inside me, and I can’t fucking see it .
I squirm to get a better view, and each of them puts a hand on my hip to hold me in place while they whisper back and forth.
“Think he’s close?” A finger pumps my channel.
“His balls are pretty full.” One is sucked into a hot mouth.
“You want his ass or his mouth?”
“I had his ass last. You can have it tonight.”
My cock is swallowed down to the root as my fingers claw at the bedsheets. “More,” I plead.
“Still with us, Kane?” Jace kneels and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the washboard abs I recall licking the last time we were together. I’ll never get tired of that view.
“More.” I repeat, too turned on to care that I’m virtually begging.
“You’ll get it. You’ve got us pretty worked up, too.
See what sucking your gorgeous dick did to Blake.
” I follow Jace’s gaze to find Blake kneeling on the other side of me, totally naked, cock jutting up proudly from between his legs.
“Look how hard he is.” Jace’s hand wraps around Blake’s dick and gives it a firm tug, and I gasp as Blake grunts. That was… really fucking hot, actually.
No one explained the rules before we got started—I don’t even know if there are any rules considering Jace just pumped Blake’s dick like it was his own—and now I’m wondering if I should follow suit, giving Blake a taste of the pleasure he’s been giving me.
Before I can make a move, Jace issues another command.
“Take him in your mouth, Kane. Suck him off while I fuck you.”
Blake scoots closer to my head as I feel Jace’s cock probing my entrance. I open my mouth to take Blake as Jace pushes inside, and the three of us let out a collective groan once we’re joined.
The guys make shallow thrusts at first, testing my limits I assume, which is sweet but not necessary. I’m so primed, I want all of them. Now . I press forward onto Blake’s cock and moan around it, trying to tell him that, and by some miracle he understands.
“He’s taking me deeper. I think he wants you to fuck him harder,” Blake grits.
“I can do that.” Jace props his forearms under my knees and leans forward, changing the angle, and thrusts long and deep. My resulting scream is muffled only by Blake’s shaft filling my mouth, which Jace apparently likes since he throws his head back and lets out a shout of his own.
“Holy shit,” Blake pants. “I felt you scream on my cock—do that again and I’ll come undone.”
Jace seems to take that as a challenge, increasing his pace as he leans farther still, licking the tender spot between my neck and my collar bone that’s fully exposed with my head turned toward Blake.
Between the two of them, I’m virtually trapped, unable to move my hips or my head.
I can do little more than lie here and let them have their way with me.
Before tonight, I would’ve expected that to feel demeaning, but the opposite is true.
Being immobile prevents me from wondering what I should do, how I could please both of them at once.
It takes away all of the pressure, giving me the freedom to just feel , and what I feel is mounting to what I assume will be the best orgasm of my life.
Each time Jace thrusts, I feel it deep inside my belly, a pinprick of bliss that grows stronger and fuller each time his tip hits my most sensitive nerves.
I moan in earnest, which has Blake groaning above me as he pumps in and out of my mouth, and though his eyes are squeezed shut as if he’s on the brink of losing control, he’s lucid enough not to thrust too deep.
I hollow my cheeks around him, hoping to give him the same pleasure they’re giving me.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jace growls as his eyes dart between my mouth and the stunned bliss on Blake’s face.
Something about the naked arousal in Jace’s expression—combined with his relentless thrusts—sends me spiraling, and the tiny sparks of pleasure erupt, and I feel my ass convulse around Jace’s cock as wave after wave of cum shoots from my rigid cock. Untouched .
“Oh fuck.” Jace grunts as he bottoms out and holds still right as Blake says, “Can’t stop…Gonna…”
Blake groans as he starts to pull back, and though I’d like to chase him, my body is too overcome with my own release to do it. He grabs his dick and gives it a firm tug, shooting his cum on my chest, and I swear it makes my own cock throb harder.
Jace is the first to recover, pulling out and flopping down next to me on the bed. Blake reaches for a shirt and wipes me down before doing the same. “Everyone good?” he croaks.
I hold up my thumb, too spent to speak.
Jace chuckles and plants a soft kiss to my lips before getting up to get rid of the condom I don’t remember him getting but am grateful he remembered.
“Was that okay? ”
I turn toward Blake’s voice, blinking several times until his concerned face comes into focus.
“Honestly, it was pretty amazing. More so than I expected it to be.”
“Same.” He gives me a bashful smile that turns almost sad when he asks, “You’re okay to keep this between the three of us? Here, in this house?”
“I think I’d prefer it, actually.” I muster a tight smile. “This is…”
“Different,” he finishes my thought.
Before either of us can elaborate, Jace hollers from the bathroom, “Blake, can the three of us fit in your shower?”