32 - Lane #2
But I doubted I would even be able to register anything other than the perfection that was Silas’s mouth.
He was a messy, desperate eater. He kissed the insides of my thighs, used his tongue to tease me with broad and pointed strokes, stuck the whole thing inside and rubbed his nose against my pleasure button.
He went down on me like my pleasure was a direct feeding line to his own. He did it like it was his job, or rather his passion and I was the beneficiary.
My breathing was now out of control and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I gasped out his name and he moaned into me. Dax squeezed a nipple, then undid his pants and let his erection spring free. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his cock mere inches away.
He was teasing me, knowing I couldn’t reach forward to take him in my mouth without putting strain on my core and ribs. “You know what I’m also grateful for, when it comes to you, Red?”
“What?” I grit out, now panting. Sy finished his meal and lined himself against my entrance. I could feel him throbbing, just barely teasing the tip inside. Dax grinned down at me, his pupils blown wide.
“I’m so grateful I get to see what you look like when you’re fucked out,” he said.
Sy pushed inside and I bit into the meat of my palm to keep from crying out at the sensation. He held onto my hips, using his strength to keep my body from moving even as he relentlessly thrust into me with long, languid strokes that seemed to want to explore.
Dax ran a hand on his cock while watching, then moved his hips closer and brushed the tip of his dick against my mouth. I could taste precum and licked my lips instinctively. He groaned low, apparently appreciative. He kept teasing me, using the pleasure Sy was giving me as a leash.
Frustrated, I reached out and grabbed his cock myself, stroking the underside of his shaft and he threw his head back with a groan. Sy whimpered, his body trembling as he came inside me. But instead of immediately pulling out, he just kept his dick inside of me.
He’d done this before, kind of like he wanted to prolong intimate contact as much as possible. His hand reached down and started rubbing my clit and it didn’t take too long for my first orgasm to hit me.
As my mouth fell open on a moan, Dax finally guided his cock inside of it.
I closed my lips, muscle memory kicking in as I recalled which techniques blew his mind the last time.
We stayed like that until Dax almost came, with Sy still buried inside of me.
He leaned down and kissed my stomach softly, as I ran my hand over Dax’s abs.
He slipped out of my mouth, and the two of them must’ve been running on some kind of weird psychic connection, because without even speaking anything out loud, they both maneuvered me until I was comfortably lifted up and held aloft between them.
They moved us over to the fireplace, which had been pleasantly burning since I got into the house.
As we sunk down to the floor together, I noted that they ensured all of my weight was distributed between them so that none fell on my ribs. Just that tiny little consideration for my comfort made me want to see them both come again.
Somewhere along the line, they shed the rest of their clothes and Sy pulled me onto his lap, his back pressed against the warm brick hearth. My injured leg was elevated by throw pillows Dax stacked up, and then he was between my thighs, his weeping cock pressing into me.
The low light of the fireplace caught the contours of their muscles as they strained with movement. Sy’s blonde hair glowed like gold as I ran my fingers through it, and the flickering warmth even managed to smooth out the rough edges of Dax’s face.
For a few seconds, our little world was just a blur of exploring hands and soft sighs of appreciation for the beauty the firelight brought out.
Dax finally slipped inside of me, rocking into me with fast but deep thrusts.
I felt Silas’s fingers playing with my ass, and the sensation only compounded my pleasure, tightened it until it snapped and I came again, dragging Dax with me.
*
“That looks good on you,” Sy said as I came back from a quick bathroom break. I’d pulled on the first piece of clothing I could find, which happened to be his flannel shirt. It practically drowned me, but I found it comforting because it smelled like him. The comfy factor reminded me of Sy, too.
“Ha ha,” Dax said, rolling his eyes with a hint of jealousy. He’d offered to help me to the bathroom so I wouldn’t have to limp there, but I didn’t miss the way his eyes narrowed a little when he saw what I was wearing. “My shirt was warmer.”
“I’m using you as my personal walker, Miller. You can chill,” I said and Sy chuckled.
We were still relaxing on the spread of plush rugs draped in front of the hearth when a loud banging from the front door roused us all.
I frowned, knowing it couldn’t be Bear. But then a voice called out from the other side of the door and sucked all the pleasant, relaxed energy straight from the cozy living room.
“Lane! Open this door up immediately, it’s your mother!”