Chapter 20 #2
I’m barely inside him, barely found a rhythm, when Matty says, “Switch.”
Matty is probably the most submissive one of the lot of us, and yet, we’re almost always doing as he asks. I don’t find that it’s because we’re submitting to his being in control. I think it’s more about the opposite. We want to make him happy above all else. We’ll do whatever he wants.
Darwin slides off my cock, and the two do a little wiggle and dance, groping and kissing, as they cross paths on the middle cushion. Then sweet Matty, with his adorable curls, is sitting on my lap. I’m breathless again. Still?
I’ve never been inside him. Somehow, our configurations always end up with him just out of my reach.
Matty licks his lips, and my dick leaks for him.
I reach between us, eyes still locked with his pretty brown ones, and line my dick up with his hole.
He slides down as soon as he feels me, and we’re both gasping.
So fucking good. So, so good and hot and wet.
All slick and slippery that I slide right inside.
He whines and then he’s bouncing on me like I’m an exercise ball.
His gasps punch out of him with each downward thrust. I think it’s his gasps as much as him sinking on my cock that has me thrusting upward as wildly as I can manage.
I find my hands on his face, keeping his eyes locked with mine, my mouth agape.
There’s something about this moment that feels like an out-of-body experience. His name falls from my lips, and that single word spans between us. Closing the distance little by little.
“Switch,” Darwin says.
I blink out of the moment and try to catch my breath. Matty shivers and presses his lips to mine. “You feel good inside me, Zeph,” he whispers. “I can’t wait to feel you again.”
I groan and reluctantly let him go.
He climbs off the couch, and Darwin pulls me to my feet. He and Matty come together and fall onto the couch. Oh. I look at Liam and realize the switch is putting me with him.
For a second, we stare at each other. “Turn around,” I tell him.
I’m a little surprised when he does. He gets onto his knees and leans over the back of the couch.
He’s lubed, which I find a little surprising.
I was pretty sure Matty was riding his cock.
I glance at Matty, finding him under Darwin, his legs wrapped around Darwin’s waist as they fuck slowly, kissing filthily.
I look away and take my position behind Liam. With my knees, I spread his wider. “You lubed enough? Stretched?”
Liam nods. He doesn’t speak.
With my hands on his ass cheeks, I line myself up and waste no time getting myself inside him. He’s fucking tight, which tells me that Matty was certainly on top of him moments ago. I wonder if Matty planned this.
Liam’s entire body stiffens. His back arches, back heaving as he gasps. I grip the back of his hair and pull his head back. He hisses.
“You need me to stop?”
He shakes his head. “Just… it’s been a long time. Slow at first. Please.”
I nod. “Okay.”
Letting him go, I grip his hips and slow way the fuck down. Despite my feelings toward Liam, I have no desire to actually hurt him. Not like this anyway. I make my way in, balls deep, and wait. His whole body is still rigid. I wait. And wait.
Sighing, I lean over him and grip his hair again. “Relax, Liam. This isn’t your first time.”
He shakes his head.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I whisper. “Regardless of how I think you’ve been a piece of shit, I wouldn’t hurt you.”
Liam swallows. I watch his Adam’s apple bob. He nods.
I don’t let him go. I keep his hair tightly in my hand, but reach around to his cock. He’s softened, telling me a lot about his headspace. I stroke him, keeping my face in his neck so I can listen to him and pay attention to his body.
His cock is slow to respond; his body even slower. But it’s not too long before his cock is hard and he’s moaning. I’m not sure I made a conscious decision to begin fucking him, but I realize I’m slowly rocking into his ass. His hand grips my wrist around his cock as I slowly pick up my rhythm.
He doesn’t tense again. I shove his knees wider, giving myself a better angle, and listen to the way his grunts and groans pick up, filling the room and echoing off the walls.
I release his cock and grip his hip instead.
His hand remains on my wrist, locked tightly.
I don’t think it’s something about control or pace.
I think it’s helping ground him. I fuck him until he writhes and comes on my cock.
His body convulses around me, shaking and shuddering as he covers the back and cushion of the couch.
I continue to fuck him until I’m nearly there.
Then I pull out and shove him onto his back on the couch.
He’s awkwardly perched, but I don’t care.
As I pull my condom off and blindly discard it, I pin him down by sitting on his chest. I watch his face as I stroke my cock with punishing aggression until my orgasm explodes out of me and I paint his face.
I shove two of my fingers into his mouth to open it, making sure that my next spurt lands on his tongue, and fucking Liam moans.
Releasing his mouth, I shove my cock in deeper.
Deeper. I bend myself awkwardly so I can shove down to the root, my cockhead sliding into his tight fucking throat until he struggles.
The muscles contract around me, squeezing my cock so tightly that my eyes roll. My balls may not have been quite empty, but they sure as hell are now.
Making a mental note that the next time we fuck together, he’s going to choke on my cock until I come down his throat, I pull back. I wipe my cockhead along his lips and over his face as he pants for breath.
His eyes are closed, which is good because there’s cum pooled there. I gently wipe it away, and his eyes blink a few times. He looks up at me. With the cum on my fingers, I shove them into his mouth, and his lips close around them, sucking off my cum.
Good boy, I think, but can’t make the words leave my mouth.
I get up, staring at him, covered in my cum.
“That was the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen,” Matty says.
His neck is wrenched so he can look over his head. Darwin is staring at us, too. They’re still tightly intertwined. I leave the room for washcloths so we can clean up. Yeah. I guess that was hot.