24. Jace #5
“That was…” My mouth falls open as I stare at Jace, dumbfounded.
“A year ago. Yeah.” I swear his cheeks turn pink with that admission. “Blake’s the fate guy, but having the two of you here—the only two people I’d ever wanted to make something real with—that’s a sign even I couldn’t ignore. The three of us…I want it more than anything.”
“So, you’re saying I’m not the side piece in your...” I wave my hand around as I search for the word I want. “Couple?”
“You’re the piece that holds us together,” Blake says softly. “Or, we want you to be.”
I open and shut my mouth, then open and shut it again.
“Can that really work? Three people ?” I may have been fantasizing about that a little this morning since I’d developed feelings for both men and couldn’t imagine being with one over the other.
But I don’t think I was taking that fantasy seriously. I mean… three people?
“It was working, wasn’t it?” Blake shrugs sheepishly. “The three of us compliment each other. You and Jace are brave where I’m practical, you and I are social where he’s independent, and he and I can be idiots where you’re smart. The fact that we’re having this conversation is proof.”
I press my lips together to contain my grin—Blake’s self-deprecating humor really is charming—though he’s making this sound much simpler than it is.
Things may have been working in the bedroom, but what happens when we step out of it?
Will we be shunned by the town? Will my job be in jeopardy?
Will my sister accept or even tolerate my lifestyle?
“Plus,” Jace continues before I can finish my thoughts, “we all have an adventurous side that likes to explore and soak up the outdoors. Plenty of two-person couples don’t fit together as well as the three of us do.”
My history with Brian is evidence of that. Still, what sounds good in theory can’t be this easy in practice. Can it?
“Even if that’s true,
Besides, there’s still the matter of their deception, and that makes me leery.
“You hurt me.” My voice is barely lounder than a whisper.
“I know,” Jace says.
“I’ve never regretted anything more,” Blake adds. “I’ve also never wanted anything more, and I made some stupid decisions to try to make it happen. That’s no excuse, just the truth, and while I can’t take back what I did, I can promise to always give you the truth. If you’ll let me. ”
“Kane,” Jace starts, “Blake and I love each other, and we love you. The question is, do you think you could love us?”
Putting aside the external factors—my job and my reputation—that I should consider, I can honestly say I have feelings for both men.
Feelings that originated from the time I met each of them, and which grew over these past several weeks, enough so that I was starting to panic over how to navigate them without hurting anyone.
Regardless of how unconventional this is, both Blake and Jace have touched my spirit in a way no one else has, simply by accepting me for who I am.
I’ve never felt inadequate with them, never doubted my own mind.
I can truly be myself with them, something I’ve rarely felt with anyone else, even Liz, who despite being my biggest supporter never quite got me the way Blake and Jace do.
Is that love? It’s more than I ever felt for Brian, who I did think I loved, so yeah.
It may make me slightly crazy, but I do think I can love them both. I’m halfway there already.
“Yes.”
The word barely passes through my lips before Jace’s are on me, soft and savoring.
Remorseful and hopeful. Then Blake tilts my chin toward him and takes his turn, showing me the depth of the feelings in his heart.
Back and forth, they take turns worshiping me with their mouths; confessing their regrets, begging forgiveness, and pledging their love.
It’s poignant, and emotional, and touches my very soul.
Like they’ve been trying to tell me, something about the three of us together feels right.
But as they smother me with attention, it becomes glaringly obvious they’re holding back, and while there’s still a lingering sting from their deception, I know deep down the three of us have no future if I don’t put that sting behind me.
Pulling back, I cup each of their faces in my palm. “Now you two.”
Blake licks his lips with a shaky breath as Jace wraps a hand around his neck.
Then their lips meet, right in front of my eyes, and a soft moan rumbles from Blake’s throat.
Their eyes are delicately shut, tongues subtly meeting between barely parted lips, and it’s so beautiful I swear my eyes get a little misty.
Unlike this morning, when I assumed they didn’t have room in their hearts for me, I can now admit that I don’t feel left out even though I’m not part of this kiss.
Watching them allows me to see the reverence I feel each time they touch me, something that’s been there all along.
Yet, I’m pretty sure I’d have convinced myself I was imagining that if I had come into this knowing I was late to the party.
I guess their secrecy wasn’t as idiotic as I first thought. Not that it was the best approach, but maybe it wasn’t the worst, either. And now that we’re all on the same page and these two aren’t holding back…
My eyes aren’t the only place I’m wet. My slit is leaking profusely at the erotic sight playing out before me.
I must gulp or lick my lips or do something to give away the direction of my thoughts, because suddenly they’re both staring at me with a mix of curiosity and hunger that has me rubbing my thighs together.
“Sorta looks like he’s enjoying this little show, doesn’t it?” Jace’s mouth lifts in a lascivious smile.
“Something you want to tell us, Kane?” Blake’s grin rivals Jace’s .
Oh Boy. I want to see you rub your cocks together, I want to see you suck each other off, I want to watch you fuck.
Lewd fantasies bombard me faster than I knew I could conjure them, the depth of my curiosity apparently bottomless.
Instead, I trap my lips between my teeth and shake my head with wide, guilty eyes.
Eyes that wander downward of their own accord.
“I think someone wants a better view.” Jace stands up and strips off his shirt before reaching for the button on his pants.
Blake follows suit, watching me with a sly gaze. “When I came home yesterday and saw you and Jace…Watching your lovers fuck is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Also, the hottest. Is that what you want? To watch us?”
I’m not embarrassed to say that per se, this is just all so new I’m not sure how to put my thoughts into words yet. “Maybe?” I gnaw on my lip, glancing bashfully between them.
As is normal—probably since he’s the most experienced of all of us—Jace takes charge. Fully naked, he takes a step forward and drags the length of his rigid cock along Blake’s, letting out a contented sigh when they make contact .
Back and forth, their dicks grind against each other as they rock their hips, the swollen flesh growing firmer with the ebb and flow of their sensual dance.
Blake rests a large hand on Jace’s waist, whether for balance or just to satisfy the need to touch him I’m not sure, but his movements seem to speed up, and both their tips start to glisten with tiny beads of precum.
Their eyes track from their faces to their cocks, over to me, and back, both of them absorbing every detail.
The way they move together.
The way I watch them.
The way we all start breathing heavily.
Jace is strangely silent, offering no instruction as their bodies come together.
Then Blake reaches between Jace’s legs and cups his heavy balls in his hand, massaging them with his fingers.
“This is Jace’s fantasy come true, Kane.
The three of us together—no barriers. No secrets.
” Jace’s head falls back as Blake teases him with his hands and his dick. “It’s making him so hard.”
The evidence of that is proudly displayed before me, and despite loving the image of the two of them I’m suddenly impatient to join in. Leaning forward, mouth open, my tongue darts out to lick across Jace’s tip. Then Blake’s.
By some unspoken agreement they angle their bodies toward me, taking turns offering me their cocks.
With each pass one rubs the head of his dick along the other’s length into my waiting mouth, then pulls back to make room for the other.
I lick and suck and even kiss the firm, smooth skin that strains toward me, loving the way their hooded eyes track the way the three of us move together.
Pressing my thighs together, I scoot forward, eager to explore this newfound dynamic. My excitement doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Look at how he squirms. This is turning him on,” Jace growls.
“What now, Kane?” Blake strokes my cheek as he rubs his swollen head over my tongue. “Tell us what you want next.”
Jace faces Blake and grips them both in his hand, stroking slowly as they watch me intently. Waiting.
“Um,” I swallow audibly as my mind runs through the possibilities.
Despite running away earlier, the glimpse I had of the two of them together has been playing on repeat all day.
Part of that is because they were so clearly in tune with one another, but part of it is that I found it so erotic.
The desperation in their breathing, the groans of pleasure rumbling from their throats, their declarations of love.
I wasn’t willing to admit it when anger and hurt blinded me, but that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed, and instead of averting my gaze like I did before I want to look my fill this time.
“I want to watch. What you were doing this morning.”
“Take us to your bedroom, then.” Jace lets go of their cocks and holds his hand out to me so he can help me off the couch.
I lead them to my room on shaky limbs, my heart beating erratically in my chest. I can’t believe this is happening.