19. Blake #7
I must wail, or frown, because a strong hand caresses over my hair, down my chest, out to my arms. “Shh,” Jace soothes. “We won’t leave you wanting. Blake just had to grab condoms. Come lay down.”
He guides me to the bed, holding me steady since my limbs are still shaky with raw desire. Once I’m settled on my back, he fists my cock, soothing my frantic need with languid strokes. It takes the edge off just enough that my earlier panic subsides.
“Still with us, Kane?” Blake passes Jace a foil packet and bottle of lube, and once again hands leave my body. It leaves me aching, but the view of two gorgeous men kneeling beside me, rolling rubbers over their thick cocks, sates me enough that I don’t growl my frustration.
“Yes,” I sigh, admiring how their stomachs contract as they cover themselves.
“Roll over,” Jace directs. “Blake’s gonna fuck you while I fuck him.”
My heart thumps so loudly I wonder if the guys can hear it as I roll to all fours, kneeling in the center of the bed.
With a casual glance over my shoulder, I watch Blake take himself in hand and line up, gritting his teeth as he sinks into my slick hole.
The invasion is a welcome one, familiar, and my ass clenches involuntarily as it tries to pull him deeper.
A contented breath passes through my lips when his pelvis nestles against my backside, our bodies fully joined.
His warm hands glide up and down my thighs, stroking me reverently, as he gives a few tentative thrusts to further loosen me up.
In spite of his restraint, or maybe because of it, his crown just barely rubs my prostate, a feather-light touch that likely wouldn’t get me to the finish on its own yet offers a pleasant euphoria I’d be content to bask in as long as our bodies would allow.
I’m starting to get into that particular fantasy when Blake suddenly stills, and while that doesn’t leave me feeling empty, it does leave me on edge. Until I comprehend the reason for the pause.
A long, low moan rumbles from Blake’s chest as his fingers clench my waist to the point I wonder if they’ll bruise. You’d think that would hurt, but since the pressure comes with the knowledge that Blake must be barely hanging on amid the erotic overload, it sort of turns me on.
“Holy fuck.” I feel Blake damn near gasping behind me. “That’s… Oh my God, that’s incredible. I can feel… Jesus I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he babbles, making me anxious for the time I’ll get to be in his shoes, sandwiched between two hard bodies with all my sensitive nerves firing together.
“You’ve got two choices,” Jace directs. “You fuck yourself on my dick while you fuck Kane, or you hold still so I can fuck you both.”
My already stiff cock seems to harden ever further.
“You do it,” Blake pants. “I don’t have enough control to do anything but hang on.”
“Hold Kane’s dick for him. Give it some love so he comes when you do.
” The words are barely out of Jace’s mouth before Blake takes me in his fist, and I feel a jolt of pleasure travel the length of my shaft.
Not because it’s being gripped tightly or pumped vigorously, just the opposite.
Yes, there’s pressure, and friction, but instead of a frantic, mission-driven hold, it feels almost tender.
A warm, snug blanket that’s just as comforting as it is arousing.
A delirious euphoria engulfs me courtesy of Blake cradling my cock in his hand, and I find myself both anxious for him to move yet oddly content with the simmering flame his stagnant touch invokes.
Then my prostate lights up deep inside me, magnifying my pleasure everywhere .
Deep inside as well as the entire length of my cock.
The thing is, I’m pretty sure Blake isn’t stroking me.
It’s the force of Jace’s thrusts that push my dick through his grip.
Holy friggin shit!
When Jace said he’d do all the work I’m not sure I fully understood the magnitude of that statement, but a quick glance over my shoulder tells me Blake’s doing little more than gritting his teeth as he hangs on for dear life.
Meanwhile, his thick cock is buried to the hilt, and each time I hear the smack of Jace’s skin against Blake’s, my body lights up.
Strong fingers flex and contract around my length, though I get the sense that’s more about Blake grasping at anything to keep him from losing control than it is about increasing my pleasure.
I don’t even mind. I actually get it, as I’m barely staving off release myself, although Blake’s desperate attempts to hold on are actually pushing me closer to the edge.
My body vibrates from the blissful assault, poised to topple into an earth-shattering orgasm if I give in.
It’s actually a blessing that I can’t see what’s happening behind me, since that visual would surely tip me over.
As it is, the chorus of grunts and moans and slapping skin is making it damn near impossible to stave off the finish my body is so close to.
It’s deliciously dirty. Carnal in a way I thought only existed in fantasies. How something so hedonistic can leave me feeling good I don’t fully understand, I just know being here in this moment, with these two men who both desire and respect me, feels right.
Lost in a haze of bliss, I vaguely register Jace’s whispered endearments. Baby. Sweetheart. The occasional caress. A tender kiss on my neck. It’s a stark contrast to the intrusions wreaking havoc on my body, and the juxtaposition leaves me feeling both shameless and cherished at the same time.
Pleasure mounts. Breathing becomes labored. Measured strokes push deeper, harder , as strong fingers grip my waist, my hips, my cock, straining to bring us to the finish we’ll all find together.
And then it’s there. The precipice. Watching.
Waiting. Beckoning me forward so it can carry me over the edge and consume me in its lustful glory.
Thrust by determined thrust, I’m pushed to the brink, and then I’m falling.
Spiraling. Cum shooting from my tip as my ass shudders around the steel length filling it.
My throaty cries drowned out by the feral groans of the two men shuddering their own release as they follow me into the abyss.
Wracked with pleasure and senses on overdrive, I lie still as the aftershocks ripple through me.
Too content to move let alone speak, I’m still foggy when strong arms tuck me between warm bodies, and soft lips pepper my skin.
I barely make out the word stay murmured against my ear before a heavy, satiated sleep claims me.
When I wake the next morning, still cradled between their hard bodies and peaceful faces, my heart beats in an all too familiar pattern.
I take in Blake’s strong jaw, framed by a hint of stubble, then Jace’s full lips, which I know are just as soft as the rest of his smooth skin.
They’re each sexy in their own way, not just in looks but personality.
And they each sort of feel like home to me.
Shit. Is there a world where either of them would choose me, or where I don’t have to choose between them?
Jace 2 4
I blink slowly as the mattress shifts, so subtly I think I’m imagining it. My eyes drift closed again, the pull of sleep too tempting to ignore, but then it moves again, a firmer jolt, and I turn my head to locate the disruption.
Like a thief in the night, Kane’s stealing away, easing off the bed by degrees so he doesn’t wake us. “What’s the point in staying over if you’re going to sneak out?” My voice is thick with sleep.
“I wasn’t sneaking,” he whispers. “I just didn’t want to wake you both.”
Rolling my head to the side, I see Blake lying on the other side of the void next to me. The one Kane’s body filled a few seconds ago.
Stifling a yawn as he stretches his arms above his head Blake asks Kane, “Why are you getting dressed?”
“Brunch with Ally and her networking group.” He pulls a shirt over his head. “I have to go home to shower and then meet them at the restaurant.”
Kane crawls onto the open space on the bed and leans over me, planting a quick kiss on my lips.
“Call us later?” I ask as he does the same to Blake.
“Okay.” He gives a little wink and slips out the door.
After a moment of silence, Blake asks, “Should we be worried that he bolted out of here?”
“I don’t think so. He kissed us goodbye.”
“True.” The mattress dips as he rolls to face me. “We didn’t talk to him about us.”
“I know.” I rub a hand over my face. “I wasn’t sure how to slow things down without hurting his feelings. He hasn’t taken charge like that before, and I didn’t want him to think I didn’t like it.”
“Trust me, I get it.” The hint of a smile passes over his lips as his eyes slowly close.
“He was incredible last night. So brave even though he was nervous. I promised myself no more sex until after we talked to him, but to walk in on that… You two were so hot together. I didn’t think it was possible to love either of you more, but after last night…
We need to talk to him. Today. Do you have anything going on? ”
“I need to talk to Axel, but Kane’s more important.”
“What do you have to talk to Axel about? Is something going on with the business?” There’s a hint of panic in his voice, like he’s expecting the ground to crumble beneath him since the foundation is still so fragile. I get that.
“Yes and no.” I roll to face him. “I’m still going to work with him, but I don’t want that to be my full-time gig.”
“You’re going back on the road?” Blake holds his breath.
“I’m actually hoping to be the resident expert for other riders who pass through. I could show people the best spots to film or do the filming myself. Summer and winter. If you’d show me those spots.”
“No more traveling?”
I grab his hand and hold it against my chest. “Not unless you’re with me. Kane, too.”
Blake’s hazel eyes gleam from beneath his disheveled hair. God, he’s gorgeous when he’s happy.