Chapter Seven #3
“Same.” With his hand in my hair, Tyler directs my mouth to meet his waiting lips.
In contrast to Soren’s cedar and pine, Tyler’s scent is fresh ocean air.
My sweet and shy man. He’s so handsome, striking enough to be a model.
He gazes at me like he’s cataloging every feature and freckle.
His lips part for me, and we welcome the distraction of Soren’s hands caressing patterns over our torsos.
Tyler’s hand flexes on my stomach, and his groan deepens as Soren’s exploration drops lower.
His blue eyes burning with banked fire, Soren bends his head and kisses my neck.
I want to crack a joke about the goalie being good at multi-tasking, but we’re all sort of doing that, and so I settle for not saying anything and just kissing the hell out of Tyler and enjoying Soren’s attention and moans.
When we raise our heads, Tyler twists toward Soren. His gaze soft, Soren sweeps his hands into Tyler’s hair and slowly closes the inches separating them. Their kiss is layered with the tenderness from their years of friendship, and makes me ache.
I do my own exploration of bodies honed from hours spent on the ice and in the weight room, the defined muscles of their torsos, strong shoulders, biceps that flex under my touch, and backs worthy of being depicted in marble statues.
Soren clutches my arm, drawing me against his chest. I claim his lips, eager to see if he tastes of Tyler, my favorite combination of flavors.
Tyler runs his hand along my chest and stomach. Then he tugs my shirt higher, skating his fingers over bare skin.
I shiver and smile, then yank the shirt over my head.
Want and need tick together like a bomb waiting to explode.
Soren steps behind me and slides his hands along my chest and abs, bumping into Tyler’s wandering journey. Kissing the side of my neck, he murmurs how good I feel in his arms.
As I kiss Tyler, I work my way down his shirt, freeing each button from its hole. But Soren grinding his cock into my ass distracts me from my task.
Finally, I finish and he shucks it off.
Soren presses me into Tyler, leaning over my shoulder to kiss his teammate.
Grinding my ass against Soren’s cock, I work open Tyler’s jeans, reveling in his intake of breath. Hot and hard, he pushes into my hand.
Coolness rushes over my back as Soren shifts his position, coming to stand beside me. His hands meet mine over Tyler’s bulge. “I want to suck you, Ty. I’ve wanted this for years.”
An emotion deeper than lust flickers across his face like candle light. Tyler cups Soren’s cheek with a trembling smile. “Fuck, yeah. I want that.”
I feel like I’m witnessing a moment that’s long been building between these two. And for a moment, hesitation wins out, and I wonder where I fit in.
Tyler turns to me, sliding his hand along my shoulder. “And I want it with you, too.”
“I want anything. Everything.” The words rasp past my lips, desperate and honest.
He nods, eager. “Yes, everything.”
Soren drops to his knees. He works Tyler’s pants and boxers down his legs and tosses them aside. I watch him kiss a path over Ty’s chest and stomach. And then Tyler takes my hand and guides it to the base of his cock.
I enclose him in my fist, holding him for Soren, watching the way his eyes mist with desire. With one hand braced on Tyler’s thigh, Soren lays his other hand on mine, connecting us as he takes Tyler into his mouth.
Tyler bucks his hips and his head lands on my shoulder. “Damn, Soren.”
Kissing Tyler, I pop the button on my jeans and he takes over lowering the zipper. I shove my jeans and boxers down, freeing my cock for his touch.
His clever fingers drive me to distraction until the attention Soren is laving on his cock overwhelms him. On a gasp, he pulls back, stroking his hands through Soren’s hair. “I’m too close.”
As soon as Soren stands, Tyler grabs hold of his shoulders and tugs him in, kissing the Swede with such passion, I ache.
When they turn to me with glittering gazes, I angle my head toward the hall. “My bedroom’s this way.”
Soren catches my hand before I can move. “You might want to finish undressing first. Don’t want you tripping and injuring anything important.” His gaze drops to my cock.
Huffing a laugh at the fact that I was so turned on, I forgot my jeans and boxers were hanging halfway down my thighs, I push at my clothes. “You should lose yours too. You’re wearing way too many.”
“I’ll help.” Tyler moves fast, tugging at Soren’s buttons. He makes quick work of the rest, as Soren ditches his jeans, boxers, and socks.
Leaving my clothes in a heap, I lead the way to my bedroom and flip the switch to light the lamps on both sides of my bed. I put the maroon bedding on this morning, in hopes the guys would be joining me here tonight.
Tyler nods toward the bed. “How are we doing this?”
Soren links their hands together. “How about I fuck you while Bax fucks me?”
My cock jumps at the thought of all of us together. I slide my hand down Soren’s back, landing on his ass. “I like that.”
Tyler raises Soren’s hand to his lips and presses a kiss to his palm. “Yes.”
I remove the bottle of lube and a handful of condoms from the top drawer of my nightstand. Anticipation builds with every thumping beat of my heart.
Tyler climbs on the bed then pats the spots beside him. “Plenty of room, boys.”
Smirking, Soren joins him, drawing Tyler into a kiss on the same side of the mattress where I usually sleep.
My heartbeat thumping hard, I kneel on the bed. Tyler grabs the lube and flicks the bottle open. He pours some on my fingers, then Soren’s, then his own, then sets the bottle aside.
Our mouths meeting in a sloppy three-way kiss, we get each other ready. As I prep Soren, I take time to explore more of his body, giving it the same attention I gave Tyler’s in the living room. They’re both so sexy in their own ways, and their reactions to my touch are addicting.
Tyler’s moans grow louder the longer Soren preps him. With a desperate groan, he drags Soren on top of him. “I’m ready. Need you both now.”
I hand Soren a condom, and once it’s in place, smear his cock with more lube. “I’ll wait for you to slide into Ty before I slide into you.”
Passion and tenderness passes between them as Soren sinks in Ty for the first time. From what he said in the living room about how long he dreamed of having his mouth on Ty, I’m sure he’s thought about this for as long.
After rolling the condom down my cock, I settle behind Soren and tease my cock head at his opening. He sucks in a breath and turns his head, meeting my gaze over his shoulder. I skate my fingers down his spine. “You ready for me?”
“More than.” He gives me a sexy grin.
Tyler’s fingertips sweep up my hips. “You both look so good together. I can’t wait to feel you.”
Soren cranes his neck further, and I lean in, taking the offered kiss. Then he turns back, and does the same with Tyler.
As soon as their lips part, I slowly push inside Soren. One hand on his shoulder and theater on his hip, and my gaze locked with Tyler’s, which mists with pleasure as Soren lodges deeper in him.
Soren arches his neck and his hips. “Fuck. More.”
With a moan, I slide all the way home. He’s so hot and tight around me, I’m not going to last.
Rocking into Soren, I find Ty’s fingers on my hips and grab hold, needing to feel him too.
The room fills with the sounds of the bed creaking, the headboard banging the wall, and our gasps, moans, and whispered words.
Hands braced on either side of Tyler’s shoulders, Soren’s movements grow reckless. Then he tosses his head back and groans, clenching around me.
“So tight.” I groan, punching my hips.
Soren’s torso shifts as he gets his hand on Tyler’s cock. And I lose myself in the sight of Tyler’s gorgeous face contorting in passion as he comes apart in Soren’s arms.
Grasping Soren’s shoulder and Tyler’s hand, I lose myself in the pleasure racing through me. Galaxies collide, worlds form and fade, colors shimmer and explode, and through it all, there’s Soren and Tyler.
Breathless, I manage to stop myself from falling onto Soren. Keeping hold of the condom, I collapse on the side of the bed, which puts me within kissing distance of Tyler.
I roll over to toss the condom in the trash and then return to his waiting lips.
As we kiss, Soren shifts from between Ty’s legs. He gets rid of the condom and then pads into the hallway. The bathroom door opens and I hear water running.
He returns with warm washcloths. We clean up and then he climbs onto the center of the mattress, settling between Tyler and me.
I slide my arm around him and reach across him to hold Ty’s hand.
I’ve never had a New Year’s Eve like this. I’ve never known two men like them. And all I can think about is how I want more.