20. Jace #2
I love seeing Blake’s body start to unravel like this.
Usually, I like being the one to make it unravel, but I don’t resent the fact Kane can bring him pleasure without me.
I actually enjoy it. He may be acting out my instructions right now, but seeing him this way gives me hope he won’t doubt me when I tell him I like knowing he’s with Blake even when I’m not there, or vice versa.
That I’ve always thought of him as an equal, never an addition.
I hope encouraging them to play while I watch will crystalize that notion in Kane’s mind, and though it would probably be more effective to merely watch while they fuck—which I’ll do one day—I don’t have the restraint for it today.
“Don’t stop,” I tell Kane as I squirt a drop of lube on my fingers and slip a finger in his hole.
Silky heat surrounds me, and I pump back and forth, gently working him open with one hand as the other massages his balls.
He moans around Blake’s cock, a sound that has Blake lifting a hand from the sheets to thread his fingers in Kane’s hair.
Cradling Kane’s head in his palm, he curses softly as Kane loves on his cock .
Their bodies move together in sync, savoring the connection between them. It’s tender and carnal at the same time, making my chest ache with affection as my cock swells.
The three of us have come together nearly a half dozen times since that first night, and each time has been physically incredible. But none of those encounters compare to what’s happening right now, watching two people I love pleasure one another.
“You’re making him come undone.” I slip another finger inside Kane, loving the way his walls clench around me as I scissor him open. “It’s so hot, but we don’t want him to finish yet. Sit up.”
Kane’s cheeks hollow as he pulls back, letting Blake go with an audible pop .
“Good boy. Now spin around and straddle him.” He sits up and moves over Blake’s torso, giving him his back while positioning himself to sink onto Blake’s cock.
“Condom first.” Kane pauses as I pull a foil packet from the nightstand and hand it to him.
Resting his weight on Blake’s hips with their shafts between his thighs, Kane fumbles with the wrapper as he rocks back and forth, straining to rub their dicks together. It’s so fucking hot to see him this needy, and cute too, since his desire is making him clumsy.
Blake curses as he lifts his hips, his cock full and hard and dripping with need.
Kane grunts as he drops the condom, and Blake groans in reply.
Taking matters into my own hands I grab the wrapper, tear it open, and fist Blake’s dick in one hand while I position the condom with the other.
He hisses as I roll it over his length and hold him ready.
“Need your ass, Kane,” Blake grits.
I give Blake a little squeeze and withdraw my hand as Kane sinks onto him, the two of them moaning as they join together .
The scent of their arousal floods my nostrils, a heady musk that makes my mouth water. Leaning down, I brace my hands on Kane’s thighs and take his crown into my mouth as he grinds on Blake’s cock.
“Holy fuck,” Kane cries, tossing his head back as his fingers clutch my hair.
Breathless whimpers seep from his throat as I suck on his swollen head while Blake pumps into him with shallow thrusts that keep him on the edge without sending him over.
Every so often I take Kane to the back of my throat, and for reasons I can’t explain that seems to coincide with a deep thrust from Blake despite the fact we have no way of knowing how to time our movements.
It’s a heady realization that we’re so in sync, which makes me want to prolong this moment as long as possible.
Based on the increasingly frantic moans above me, I don’t think that’s an option.
Preferring to give them epic orgasms rather than indulge in my own selfish desires, I cup their balls and start rolling them around my palm. With Kane riding Blake reverse cowboy, I can fit them both in one hand, and their breathless curses suggest they like it.
“Damn he just got tight. You want him to come on your cock or mine?” Blake’s hands grip Kane’s hips as he grinds into him, doing his best to stave off his release until we’re all ready.
“Yours.” I kneel so my face is level with Kane’s. “I want to come in your mouth, beautiful. Can I?” I stroke his cheek.
He nods, and I give him a tender kiss before he leans forward, lining his mouth up to my dick.
I inch forward, trying not to move too fast despite the desperate need to pump my hips like an animal.
When I hit the back of his throat, I lift my eyes to Blake’s.
His tongue swipes across his bottom lip. Then we start to move .
Gentle at first, we take turns thrusting so that only one of us is inside Kane at a time, Blake teasing his cock while I play with his nipples.
Wet heat surrounds me as he moans on my shaft, sending sparks of electricity from my balls to my toes.
It feels incredible, the slide of his tongue over my skin, the pull of his lips as he sucks.
But it’s Blake’s gaze that has me reeling.
The emotion in his eyes, desire, awe, love …
It’s my undoing. Cupping Kane’s head in my hands, I caress his cheeks as I burst, and my cum shoots down his throat.
Blake holds Kane to him, hips snapping forward.
After just a few pumps Blake grunts through his release while a muffled shout vibrates around my cock, dragging out my own orgasm.
Dazed yet buzzing, I somehow register that I need to pull away so Kane can breathe.
Breaking the connection leaves a physical ache in my chest even as the last jolts of aftershocks ripple through me, and it takes my remaining strength to flop down next to Blake on the bed instead of collapsing on top of them both.
Kane’s arms give out and he drops to the mattress, still impaled on Blake’s dick. Blake loosens his grip on Kane’s hips, trailing his hands over his ass as his chest rises and falls with ragged breaths.
Seconds stretch into minutes, the three of us too content—too spent—to move. Or speak.
It’s not awkward, but it’s not comfortable, either. We all know this moment is temporary—soon Kane will get up to leave regardless of the fact that I’m fairly sure none of us wants that—and when he does, I’ll have to face Blake.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Kane starts to shift, freeing Blake’s cock as he climbs off the bed and starts reaching for his clothes.
Blake tugs the condom off and heads to the bathroom, so I reluctant no ly get up and grab our boxers off the floor, tossing his to him as he comes back in the room.
We pull them on as Kane finishes dressing, and the moment his clothes are back in place I pull him to me, wrapping my arms around him so his head is pressed into the crook of my neck. “I hate that you’re leaving.” I kiss the top of his shoulder.
The second I drop my arms Blake takes Kane into his. “I hate it, too.”
“You know why I am.” Kane takes Blake’s hand in his and gives it a subtle squeeze. “Besides, we’ve all got work tomorrow.”
“What if we didn’t?” I ask. “Would you stay?”
Kane worries his bottom lip with his teeth. “Maybe.”
“This weekend?” I raise my eyebrows.
“We’ll see.” He drops Blake’s hand with a coy smile and leaves the room, the two of us trailing behind him to the front door. Kane gives us each a sweet, lingering kiss, then makes his way outside.
As the door clicks shut, I lift my eyes to Blake’s, bracing for what I might find. I’m expecting frustration or regret since I didn’t stop things from getting physical when I probably should’ve avoided that until coming clean about my feelings. Instead, all I see is acceptance.
“You aren’t upset with me?” My voice is barely more than a whisper.
“How could I be upset with you for feeling what I do?”
“You…”
Blake grabs the back of my head and brings our lips together in a bruising kiss.
“Of course, I do.” He rests his forehead against mine.
“You know I always assumed finding the one would dictate what I say about my lifestyle—did you honestly think I’d be living with you if I didn’t know you’re it for me? ”
“I mean… I hoped… Why didn’t you say anything?” Pulling back, I search his face for the clues I’m obviously missing as his hand drops to his side.
“I didn’t want to scare you.”
“Why would I be scared?”
“Because I fell for you the first night,” he says softly. “Seeing you again in Utah after I’d been thinking about you since the first time I saw you at Murphy’s… It felt sort of meant to be. And that’s not the sort of thing you admit right away. Then you showed up here and I knew.”
“Why not tell me sooner? I’m not mad,” I rush to clarify, “just confused.”
He puts his hand over my heart, rubbing gentle circles over my pec with his thumb. “I think I wanted to make sure you felt the same way first.”
“I do.” I clasp his hand in mine, holding it against my chest. “I think it was there all along and I was afraid to trust it since it happened so fast, but I’m not worried about that anymore. I love you.”
“And Kane? Do you love him too?”
“I’m pretty sure you know I do.”
“Me, too.” Blake drops his head to my shoulder. “Are we fucked? Being in love with someone who doesn’t know we love each other?”
“I refuse to believe that.” I lift his head off me and cup his face in my hands so he can see the truth in my eyes. “Him being here, with us, is meant to be, just like you and I are.”
A look of panic ghosts across Blake’s face.
“Do you think he’ll believe that? I mean, I believe it, but do you think he will?
Considering…” Blake draws a line between the two of us.
“I know we need to tell him how we feel, but do we start with that, or confess the two of us are already together? I don’t want to scare him away. ”
“One day at a time, remember?” I kiss Blake’s forehead. “And if it makes you feel better, we can tell him about us before we tell him we love him.”
“You mean tell him we’re not just roommates?” Blake lets out a shaky breath.
“Knowing the two of us are together might open the door for him to consider that this can be more than sex, for all of us.”
“Okay.” Blake sucks in a lungful of air. “Dammit, I’m scared. I want this to work so bad.”
“It will.” I lean in to give him a reassuring kiss. “I love you, Blake.”
“I love you, too.” Those four little words give me hope that the life I dreamed of is about to become reality.