Chapter 11
Chapter
Eleven
DARWIN
Iwas surprised when Zephyr told me he wanted to bottom.
More guys are switches than the world likes to think.
It’s not actually common to find someone who only enjoys a strict role.
Even when they start out that way, over time, they tend to want to try the other side.
Especially when they’re in a relationship.
Not that Zephyr and I are in a relationship. We’re not. We’re just hooking up. Friends with benefits. That’s all this is. I’m not sure I’d want more if it were presented to me.
Anyway. I guess I had still taken Zephyr for someone who strictly liked to top, even though he said he liked to switch. My response when he asked to swap must have revealed what I thought because he laughed far louder at my expression than I think it earned.
Whatever. Having him face down with my face between his ass cheeks, his voice so damn high-pitched that it’s bordering on animals being able to hear it, while I lick his freshly cleaned hole, has me forgetting him laughing at my reaction.
I’d thought there was nothing sexier than the deep, husky voice he talks to me in when he’s fucking me.
I might be wrong. Maybe because I know that the sounds he’s making right now are because of me. I’m eliciting them from him.
I glance up when I sense movement. Matty steps into the room, hovering near the door but very blatantly watching. While entirely inappropriate, my eyes drop to his crotch. I’m unsurprised to find him hard.
Over the past two weeks, Matty has been a constant presence in our lives, which I find I truly enjoy. Zephyr might have been irritated with his sudden appearance initially, but that might have been because he was half asleep when Matty appeared. I think he’s grown fond of Matty, too.
However, the balance between keeping it PG for Matty’s sake and meeting our own wants quickly reached an impasse. We don’t want to kick Matty out so we can fuck whenever the urge strikes, but we also don’t want to put it off either.
Somehow, and I missed when this developed, Matty became the audience we’re performing for. He almost always begins by lingering in the door, as if he’s trying to convince himself to walk away. To give us our privacy. Inevitably, he ends up at the end of the bed, jerking himself to our fucking.
I pull my face from Zephyr’s ass and shove three fingers inside. He groans, legs spreading wider. I’m about at the end of my patience. I want to bury myself in his ass.
I’m not the biggest ass man. I much prefer big arms and thick thighs. That’s my weakness. But as I grip Zephyr’s ass cheeks and spread them wide to look at his needy hole, I’m thinking that perhaps it’s certain asses that have me drooling.
Okay, I’m losing my grip on self-restraint. I reach for the condom and roll it into place before I make a concentrated effort to fill Zephyr’s ass with lube. I’m not neat about it. Not in the least.
When I’m relatively sure that I could slide an eggplant inside him with the amount of lube I shoved up there, I toss the tube aside and brace my arms on either side of his shoulders.
His legs spread wider for me to make room.
I have half a mind to close them like he always has me, but right now, I’m too ready to dive in to think about the position.
With my weight on one arm, I guide myself inside enough to assure my continued trajectory without guidance and let my weight land on both hands as I shove my hips forward.
The high-pitched whine Zephyr releases has my entire body shuddering in pleasure.
I’m sure I pre-orgasmed a little bit. Good god that’s a sexy sound.
I’m not in the least bit surprised when he somehow grabs hold of my wrists and drags my arms out from under me so I collapse on top of him. He keeps hold of my arms stretched out above our heads, making sure I know he’s in control even though I’m fucking him right now.
“Fuck me,” he demands.
I struggle to get my legs in a position where I can do just what he wants when I don’t have the leverage on my side anymore. Somehow, I seem to manage to give him what he wants somewhat satisfactorily because those sexy fucking sounds fill the room.
I’m not sure if it’s his ass or his sounds that has my entire body humming with excitement. Then again, it could be Matty who has suddenly materialized at the end of the bed with his cock in his hand as he jerks himself, eyes trained on where my dick disappears into Zephyr’s tight ass.
I’d like to pretend I’m well versed in dirty talk.
I’d like to say that I’m really smooth and a Casanova in bed.
But that’s all a lie. I’m pretty easily lost in what I’m doing, though maybe not to the extent that I seem to be with Zephyr.
He’s made everything inside me hyperaware of how fucking hot this entire situation is.
How good we are together. How charged the chemistry is between us.
I don’t last as long as I want to. It’s been a hot minute since I topped someone.
So long, in fact, that I think it’s been well over a year.
Between the tightness of his hole, how horny this man makes me, the incredible sounds coming out of his mouth, and Matty jerking himself to what we’re doing, I come far before I’m ready.
My body becomes dead weight on Zephyr as I struggle to catch my breath and apologize for not waiting for him to get off first. He gives me a solid minute before somehow rolling us so he’s on top of me.
He pulls my arms around his chest, holding them there with his, spreads my legs wide with his feet and begins fucking himself on my cock.
I’m not sure how I’m still hard enough to feed his hunger, but he doesn’t seem to be upset about my softening cock. Not that it feels like it’s softening. In fact, it feels like he’s somehow injected me to remain at least relatively hard for him to use until he’s set.
I groan and grunt as he drives his tight hole onto my spent dick. The thwack, thwack, thwack of Matty’s hand over his hard dick is like a constant hum in my ear, setting the steady cadence to the soprano of Zephyr’s cries and grunts.
It feels wrong watching another man’s boyfriend jerk himself, but I can’t keep my eyes from drifting to him every few minutes.
Just to see how he’s watching. His eyes mostly remain on where our bodies connect or now, how Zephyr’s dick bounces on his stomach.
But sometimes, like right this moment, our eyes meet and lock.
A thrill of excitement rushes through me, and I think his cheeks pinken. I shouldn’t be attracted to him. It’s incredibly inappropriate. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him to hop on the bed. Join us. Wrap his hand or his mouth around Zephyr’s dick and help him along.
I don’t. I manage to curb the invite by biting my tongue. He looks away, eyes moving back down to where our bodies come together with slick squelching slaps.
Zephyr’s orgasm sounds strangely muffled. Do I come again? It feels like maybe he milks something out of me with the tight clench of his ass cheeks on my sensitive dick.
When my eyes stop being crossed, I see Matty staring with wide eyes. He’s come too. With Zephyr? I wonder. His mess is all over the bed between where he stands and where we’re lying.
For a long second, the three of us are silent. Matty looks between our faces, Zephyr’s dick, and the mess he’s made on the bed. Swallowing, he eventually turns toward the bathroom and leaves us.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“For what?” Zephyr asks.
“Coming too soon.”
He huffs. “Not a big deal, sweetheart. We come when we come. The other will get there before we’re finished, regardless of who comes when.”
I press my face into him and close my eyes. Some guys are dicks about it. I’m not surprised that Zephyr isn’t. He presents himself in a way that might suggest he’s an asshole, but he’s far from it.
Matty returns with two wet cloths and his dick back in his pants. He hands one of the cloths to Zephyr, who cleans himself up, and uses the other to wipe up the mess he created on the bed. He takes Zephyr’s cloth and heads back to the bathroom to toss them aside.
“Come here, doll,” Zephyr says when Matty comes back to the room. “Cuddle time.”
Blushing, Matty climbs on the other side of us, opposite where he sprayed the bed.
He’s always a little hesitant to get into bed with us after, but when Zephyr rolls, pulling me with him by my arms still around his chest, he pulls Matty into his chest. I’m laughing as I try to adjust my hold on him.
“You going to let me get rid of the condom?” I ask.
“Do you have to right now?” he asks.
“Do you enjoy wearing a used condom as the cum dries inside?”
Silence. His answer is to let my arms go. I’m almost a little disappointed that he did. Not because I want to keep this stupid condom on but because his arms wrap around Matty and I already miss his touch.
I climb off the bed and examine the feeling inside me.
It doesn’t quite feel like jealousy. I actually really enjoy that he readily takes Matty in for cuddles with us.
Maybe it’s that quiet voice inside me that says I’m easily replaced.
Easily forgettable. Never going to be good enough to be memorable.
Ignoring those thoughts, I climb into bed behind Zephyr. He immediately reaches for me and tugs me flush against his back. I press my face into his back between his shoulders to hide what that little gesture means to me.
It’s ridiculous to feel that way with Zephyr. He understands more than anyone else I’ve ever met what I feel. In so many ways, we share some strange parallels, and yet we’re different enough that our conversations are never boring.
Matty’s hand rests cautiously on my ribs. His touch for either of us is always tentative. I’m not sure if he’s waiting for permission or an invitation, but as soon as I grip his arm to assure him I want his cuddles too, his hold on me tightens.
“You hear from your brother today?” I ask Zephyr.