24. Jace #6
“Lie down, Blake. Ass by the edge of the bed,” Jace commands. As Blake follows his instructions, Jace turns to me and gives me a tender kiss. “I’m gonna need your help, sweetheart.”
“Wha…what do you mean?” I stammer.
“I didn’t come prepared.” When I offer no response, he continues, thumb stroking gently over my half-parted lips. “I need your mouth, Kane. Or some lube.”
This morning I couldn’t have imagined that sentence turning me on, but now… Holy shit . My tongue darts out to lick my lips, swiping along Jace’s thumb in the process. A soft groan slips from his throat as heat rushes to my cheeks, and I scramble to the nightstand to grab the lube.
“Jace and I are clean,” Blake says softly when he sees me reach for the condoms. “If you are too we can go without.”
I drop the packets back in the drawer.
“On the bed,” Jace growls as he and Blake slick their rigid lengths.
Shedding my clothes, I climb on the bed next to Blake, scooting close enough for Blake’s lips to savor mine.
Gentle. Indulgent. His mouth probes mine delicately, as if he wants to make this moment linger forever.
My body hums with the knowledge that that’s exactly what this could be the start of. Forever .
Lost in the press of Blake’s lips against mine, I barely register the absence of Jace’s hands on my body. Then Blake tenses, a sated growl reverberating in his throat, and I realize Jace has filled him.
Overwhelmed with curiosity, I pull my mouth from Blake’s and kneel beside him. His muscled frame shifts on the mattress as Jace thrusts forward, both men groaning as they come together fully.
They hold still for a moment before Jace starts to move, his lean stomach contracting as he swivels his hips.
Teeth clenched in concentration, his eyes rake over me, then Blake, as he presses deep inside Blake’s body with slow, measured thrusts.
A thin sheen of sweat gathers on his torso, the strain of going slow written in the pained expression on his face.
But he holds steady, exaggerating each stroke so I can see every last inch of him as he moves.
Shifting my gaze to Blake, I notice his expression mirrors Jace’s. Primed yet not sated, his hips lift to meet Jace’s as if begging him to go deeper. Push harder. Though, he too, moves slowly, prolonging each thrust.
My eyes skirt down over his chest, down his stomach, coming to rest on the thick cock standing at attention. “Touch him,” Jace orders.
I wrap my hand around Blake’s swollen length, squeezing as tight as I dare. “ Oh Damn .” Blake rewards me with a strangled moan.
“Move with me,” Jace instructs, his heated, dark eyes commanding me to match his pace.
Together, we pleasure Blake, Jace bottoming out each time I stroke down to Blake’s root.
His cock twitches in my hand, and I squeeze harder, rubbing my finger over the slick tip.
His eyes roll back in his head as it dips into the mattress, and my chest swells with pride knowing Jace and I together are driving him mad.
The power we have over Blake’s pleasure is intoxicating.
Screw fierce flamingos, it makes me feel like the badass I never fully believed I could be, and drives me to grip him a little tighter, tug a little faster, to see how high we can take him.
It also gets me positively rigid , and I shift my legs to sate my own gathering need.
“He’s ready for you. If you want him.” Jace pulls my hand off Blake’s dick as he plunges hard and deep, leaning forward to taste Blake’s parted lips. Then he stands straight, still buried in Blake’s ass, and gestures for me to sit on his stiff cock.
Taking Jace’s hand for balance, I swing my leg over Blake’s torso, my back to his face, and sink onto his swollen length.
Jace holds still until I’m seated, nipping at my bottom lip while he waits for me to adjust. Once I’m set, he puts his palm on my chest and gently nudges me to lean back until I’m lying on top of Blake.
Thighs on either side of Blake’s legs, feet braced on the bed, I let gravity pull me against Blake’s torso and let out a breathy sigh. It must be the sign Jace is looking for—no sooner does it pass my lips than he starts to pump in earnest, his pelvis brushing against my dick with each pass.
Blake’s strong hands wrap around my waist, anchoring me to him, as Jace’s relentless thrusts spear him deeper and deeper inside, teasing my heightened nerves.
Jace leans his head against mine, lips hovering together as we pant. It’s desperate. Frantic. Yet, so much more intimate and erotic than an actual kiss. I love it.
Wrapping one hand around his neck, I trace the sinewy muscles of his chest with the other.
As if our thoughts are as joined as our bodies, Blake moves one hand to my chest, plucking at my nipple in a rhythm that matches Jace’s thrusts.
His lips plant a series of open-mouthed kisses along my neck before Jace dives forward to capture them, and the two of them share a salacious kiss before Jace gives me the same treatment .
Fissures of electricity zing throughout my body, some originating from my pinched nipples, others the relentless press of Blake’s crown against my prostate.
I’m vaguely aware of the increasingly high-pitched moans passing through my lips as my arousal builds, fueled by both the physical pleasure overloading my senses, and the sounds of the men beneath me grunting out their own mounting bliss.
The three of us exert so much energy chasing our release that Jace’s forehead starts to glisten with the effort of setting the tempo, and moisture pools between Blake’s body and mine, making my body slip and slide over his.
It’s filthy. Debauched. Perfect .
Despite our contorted position, which I’m still a little shocked we were able to get into, my body is practically vibrating from pleasure.
Every erogenous zone I have is getting a thorough pounding, forcing me to grit my teeth in an effort to hold off my orgasm until all three of us can finish together.
“I’m close, Kane. Blake’s close,” Jace mutters against my lips as he drives Blake deep within my core. “Come with us.”
Thank God.
I don’t know if it’s his plea or my own desire that makes me comply, but suddenly the telltale prickle of bliss is within reach, and my body starts to soar.
Warmth radiates from my center, spearing down to my toes and out to my fingertips, as my ass starts to contract.
Faintly at first, the intensity grows as Blake’s cock nudges deep within me, my walls flexing and contracting of their own accord as my cock shudders, the release consuming me.
Erotic cries assault my senses. Between my own heartbeat and the animalistic growls of the other two men, the sounds reverberate through me like the heavy bass of a guitar, shaking my whole body.
Spent, I can do little more than cling to Jace as I try not to slip off Blake while the tremors flow through me and fade to nothingness, like the ripples from a rock skipping across the water.
Gradually, the dense thudding in my ears is replaced by heavy breathing, the soothing caress of Blake’s hands running over my waist. Fingers cramping from their strangled hold on Jace, I tentatively flex them to bring them back to life as I lift off Blake, hoping my shaky legs can support my weight.
Two sets of hands help me to the bed, where the three of us collapse.
Blake and Jace thread their fingers together and rest them on my stomach, anchoring us together as we wait for our bodies to recover.
It’s in this moment, right now, that I know committing to them both is the right choice. That we really are meant to be.
“I hate to kill the mood.” Blake rolls to his back and slings a forearm over his head. “But we haven’t talked about the bigger picture.”
“Which is?” I prompt as Jace props himself on an elbow to play with my pink hair.
“This isn’t an easy lifestyle.” Jace’s expression borders on melancholy as he tries to twirl the short strand between his fingers. “Not everyone believes it’s possible to be in love with two people at once, and in a town this small we won’t exactly fade into the background.”
“I love this town,” Blake says to the ceiling. “And the people are some of the best around. But that doesn’t mean there won’t be talk. I doubt it’d be malicious, but we’ll definitely raise some eyebrows. At least to start. Are we all ready for that?”
Blake rolls to his side, mirroring Jace so he can see both of us, although I know he’s really talking to me. Am I ready to be the topic of conversation? Probably not. But I have to trust that the three of us together can handle anything the outside world throws at us.
I take a fortifying breath and meet Blake’s wary gaze. “I’m ready. ”
Epilogue
Blake
This is it. Our first outing as a throuple—or whatever Jace calls it. I’m still not convinced it’s actually a term, but whatever. The three of us are solid, and that’s all that matters.
To be honest, while I’m ready to take this step, I don’t love the idea of going out the day after we got outed.
I’d rather enjoy our new relationship just the three of us, because there’s no one else I want to see right now.
But that would be perceived as hiding, which will only fuel baseless rumors.
Stuff like one of us was cheating on the other, which couldn’t be further from the truth.
That’s why we decided to face things head on.
The Underground isn’t overly crowded when we arrive, so we find a booth in the corner—not hiding exactly—but not putting ourselves on display, either.
We all sit on one side, saving the other for Axel and Lennon, who are going to join us in a show of support.
That’s not really necessary, but I appreciate it all the same, even if it did take coming out of the closet to get Lennon to take an unplanned night off.