19. Blake #6
After sending the guys home, I head to the employee lockers for a quick shower, hoping it will wipe away the sweat from the trail and calm my nerves, which shifted from slightly turned on to all-out panic the deeper I sunk into my thoughts.
Then I hop on the bus, grateful I’m not the one driving since my leg won’t stop bouncing. Please don’t let this be the end.
Kane’s and Jace’s cars are already here when I get home—my shower ran long since I needed the extra time to compose myself—and I relax a bit knowing Jace’s rational air and calming demeanor will help me get through the conversation I’m both impatient for and dreading.
I take a deep breath and open the front door .
Beyond the tiny entry I can just make out the back of Jace’s head on the couch, and hear the heavy, rhythmic breaths echoing through the room. Striding quietly forward the view opens up, and I see Kane sitting on Jace’s lap, chest rising and falling erratically as he grinds on Jace’s cock.
Damn . Although, I was expecting awkward conversation to come before sexy times—if sex was on the table at all—I can’t complain about coming home to this. The sight of them together, completely enthralled, is mesmerizing.
I lean against the wall to watch.
A faint musky smell drifts through the air as their bodies come together, over and over again, colliding with a smack that echoes through the room.
Kane’s hands are braced on Jace’s shoulders for balance, while Jace’s roam reverently over his flushed skin, admiring every angle.
Kane holds Jace’s gaze as if he wants to take Jace’s soul and his body into his own.
It’s the same way he looks at me, and it makes my cock take notice inside my shorts.
Despite being an outsider in this moment, it makes me happy to see the two of them behave so intimately.
I’m not sure I can put into words why I like witnessing them like this, except maybe that if I’m content to be either an outsider or a participant, it must mean we really have reached the point where we’re equal partners.
Just like Jace wanted us to be before we take things to the next level.
Whether it’s that realization, or the erotic scene playing out before me, my cock starts to swell, making it harder to remain an observer. But I do, so the men I love can be reassured that their happiness is more important to me than my own.
Plus, they’re stunning together.
The way they look at each other, the way they move together, it’s hot as fuck, yeah, but it’s not just my dick that reacts.
It’s my soul. I know how cheesy that sounds, but that doesn’t make it any less true.
My entire being is so full of gratitude and affection watching them together, my chest literally aches with the emotions inside it. I love them so much.
I hope the universe isn’t fucking with me by putting them in my path, because they’ve already become part of me. An integral part.
Kane snaps his eyes to mine when he feels my stare, a sultry little gasp frozen on his lips. Jace twists his head to follow his movement, eyes flaring with heat when he sees me. “You’re late. Get over here and get your cock out since you’re the one who got him all revved up,” he commands.
I’m crossing the room and stripping my shirt off before I can stop myself. “Me? What did I do?”
Jace pauses their movements by holding Kane’s hips snug against his. “What’d you say to me when you got here, gorgeous?”
Kane’s cheeks, already a slight pink from exertion, grow even pinker. “Blake said his cock doesn’t come out while he’s on the clock, and I’m tired of waiting.”
“Then he pushed me down on the couch and pulled my dick out. Didn’t you?” Jace loosely fists Kane’s cock and gives it a slow tug.
“Yes,” Kane moans, rocking forward into Jace’s grip.
“Now you’re caught up.” Jace smirks at me. “So, get your cock out and put it in his mouth, just like he wants.”
So much for no sex before conversation.
Kane lifts his baby blues to mine as his sultry little mouth opens up, and my pants drop to the floor as I place the tip of my cock on his lips. His eyes drift closed as his tongue darts out to swirl around the head, then takes me deeper with a contented groan. Fuck !
After watching them together, I’m not that far behind, and the feel of Kane’s warm, wet mouth sliding over my length has me instantly on edge. Running my fingers through the thick pink strands of his hair, I rock forward gently, careful not to cut off the air he needs to keep riding Jace.
“So sexy,” Jace murmurs as Kane resumes rolling his hips. “You look so beautiful between us, taking our cocks. We’re so fucking lucky we found you.”
I sneak a peek at Jace and find him watching, enthralled, as Kane’s lips slide over me. The bliss on his face, on Kane’s, nearly undoes me. I never want this moment to end.
Taking Kane’s hand from his shoulder, Jace guides it between my legs. “Play with his balls, sweetheart. Roll them around like this.” Ever the director, he guides Kane’s fingers with his own, returning his hand to his cock when he’s satisfied Kane has the motion down.
Jace’s chest heaves as he watches Kane swallow me, hungry eyes darting between his face and mine.
My gaze is drawn to Jace’s lean abs, which contract with each plunge deep inside Kane’s hole.
Kane moans around my cock and my head falls back as I soak up the feel of his tongue, slicking over my length.
Swallowing back the urge to let go, I lift my head to look at Kane, nearly losing it again when I see his eyelids flutter as he takes me deep, like sucking my cock gives him as much pleasure as it does me.
That’s so hot I nearly blurt out that I love him, but I figure it’s a pretty dick move to say that while someone’s literally sucking your dick.
“My bedroom. Now ,” I choke.
Jace gives Kane a firm slap on the ass and lifts him off his cock, then the three of us practically sprint to the bed.
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A cool shiver races up my spine despite the fact that I’m sandwiched between two warm bodies. Two hard, naked bodies, each with a rigid cock pressing against my flesh.
Hands roam over my shoulders, up my thighs, along my waist, between my legs. Reverent touches that both soothe and arouse me, making my body war with itself over contentment and impatience.
Calloused fingers caress my bare skin as soft lips nuzzle my neck, my ear, my mouth. Eyes closed, I rest my head against the body behind me—Jace—as my hands explore the one in front—Blake.
“Beautiful,” a voice rasps in my ear.
“So beautiful,” another echoes.
A hand clasps my chin, dragging it toward my shoulder. Warm lips cover mine, coaxing my mouth open. A tongue licks gently inside, teasing, tasting . Then another set of lips claims me as a low groan rumbles from behind, deep in Jace’s throat.
As if on cue, both men step closer, pressing flush against me.
One firm cock rests against my lower back, another my stomach.
Hips grind, trapping the rigid flesh between us.
I want to take them in my hands, stroking my thumb over their velvety tips as I squeeze them in my fist, but we’re wedged so closely together I can’t get my arm between our bodies.
Instead, I let my hands wander over two muscular thighs, marveling at how Blake’s hair can feel thick and coarse under my palm while Jace’s feels fine and soft.
Blake rocks against me before drawing back, his dick sliding lower on my stomach until he’s far enough away that it hovers parallel to the ground, full and thick. Then he wraps his fist around it and gives a firm tug as he aligns our crowns .
He’s barely touching me, the pressure so slight I’m not sure whether it’s real or imagined. Either way, pleasure ripples through me so violently my knees start to buckle, and only Jace’s body keeps me from sinking to the ground.
“Liked that, did you?” I feel Jace smile against my neck as his hand ghosts over my hip and settles on my ass. “Do it again, Blake.”
Firmer this time, Blake rubs the head of his cock over mine.
The friction sends another jolt of ecstasy through my core as a cry mounts in my throat.
Before I can utter a sound, another jolt hits me deep inside as Jace lightly probes my hole.
I’m torn between chasing the friction on my cock and the pressure in my ass, both sensations so heavenly, I’m desperate to race to their conclusion.
“Slow down or he’ll burst.” Blake’s eyes are glued to my shaft as he teases it with his fat head.
“Then we’ll just have to make him come again, won’t we?” Jace growls in my ear as his finger slowly pumps inside me. “Look what you’re doing to Blake’s cock.”
Glancing down, I see the glistening head of Blake’s dick circle my crown, and we moan in tandem.
“The things you do to me, Kane.” Blake tilts my chin up and places a chaste kiss on my lips as he rubs his tip against me.
“The things he does to us ,” Jace rasps as his erection nudges my back. As if his words weren’t heady enough, he presses his finger deeper, granting me the relief I was yearning for. Temporarily . Then he retracts it, achingly slow, and my head falls against his chest as I whimper my objection.
Back and forth, in and out, the two of them tease my aching nerves in a sensual torture that has me alternately gasping and groaning as I climb the precipice.
Their tandem movements have me in a suspended euphoria, and I find myself straining for more friction.
More pressure. Anything that will drive me closer to the edge, and topple me into the blissful free fall that comes with release.
Then it’s over. The pleasure gone, and the finish out of reach. Blake kisses my forehead and steps back as Jace withdraws his finger completely, leaving me cruelly empty. So much so, that if Jace wasn’t holding me up from behind, I’m certain I’d have slumped to the floor.