Chapter 20
Sonny
When I woke, it took me a moment to sort out my dreams from reality. I was lying in bed with Declan, pressed right up against him, absorbing his body heat. That was nice.
The slithering of soft tentacles over my skin had vanished, meaning that was probably part of the dream.
I have no idea why it always felt so nice.
I’d never had any kind of tentacle kink before but, since they’d wrapped around me under that icy water, my mind had latched onto them and I wanted them everywhere.
I shifted my hips to get some friction on my hard dick. I’d woken – or thought I’d woken – several times in the night, always pressed against Declan’s hard chest, a soft tentacle wound around my thigh.
God, I was so hard.
I shifted position, realising I’d been pressed against Declan and it was his hip I was using to get the friction I needed on my dick.
Raising my head a little, I looked up at Declan’s face and met his eyes. He was awake, looking much more alert than me, meaning he’d been awake for a while. I was still wading out of the lapping tides of sleep.
He held my eyes and his arm tightened around me. I realised then that I’d been pressed right against him, my head on his chest, his arm around my shoulder. I didn’t remember when we’d got ourselves into that position, but I liked it.
I also realised that Declan had felt me rubbing against him. There was no mistaking the hardness of my dick pressing into his hip.
He hadn’t stopped me.
Because he loved me.
Declan loved me.
It didn’t feel the way I’d imagined it would. I’d thought I’d burst into a million glittery pieces of confetti so I looked like a human-sized snow-globe that had just been shaken.
“Sonny,” said Declan quietly. His voice had that slightly rusty quality he had first thing in the morning, that tone I’d always been hot for because I loved waking up with Declan and I always privately fantasised about whether he would sound like that when he was about to come.
My hips rolled forward again of their own volition, rubbing against Declan’s hot body.
Instead of cringing away, Declan’s hold on me tightened and he pulled me closer into his side. His eyes never left mine and I began to grind rhythmically against his hip.
“Need to get off,” I said.
He nodded and his breath hitched. I watched, fascinated, as his pupils dilated and I ground myself against him, chasing my pleasure.
On the other side of Declan, the mattress dipped and Erik moved. The blankets were pushed back and he was going to get out of bed.
I reached out a hand, as quickly as I could, grabbing his arm.
He looked round at me. “I’ll leave you two alone.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t want to get off like this, too.”
The hesitation was just long enough for me to know for sure that he did want to get off on Declan. I rolled my hips, my eyes nearly fluttered closed but I managed to keep eye contact with Erik, holding his gaze. “Declan feels so good.”
Beneath me, Declan panted and his arm reached up to Erik’s shoulder, encouraging him back down.
He’d been sleeping on his back, one arm around each of us.
I was okay with it. I’d given it a lot of thought last night, while I’d been helping Erik to put fresh sheets on the bed, and then while we’d been sitting in awkward silence. I’d been thinking about Declan. And Erik.
The fact was, I knew Declan loved us both. And I loved Declan, wanted what was best for him. Polyamory was a thing, right? People did that.
Well, if Declan loved both of us, I could share him. At least I’d get to be with him. And Erik would get to be with him as well.
We could both have Declan. Starting now.
I tugged at Erik’s arm and he lay down again, so fluidly that he seemed to curl right into Declan as though he belonged.
I kept my hand on his arm, to make sure he didn’t try to slip away again, but I was too distracted by how horny I was to explain the realisation I’d had or ask if he knew what polyamory was.
I’d have to do that after I came, once my head was clear.
God, rubbing against Declan felt so good and I’d been hot and horny all night, dipping in and out of sexy dreams, feeling all those limbs against my skin. I finally dropped my head, breaking eye contact and pressing my face into Declan’s chest.
I moaned as I pressed my groin harder against his hip, humping him with my whole body and, when I felt Erik move on Declan’s other side, I couldn’t help but moan again.
Erik moved slower than me, a fluid, graceful roll of his hips, and if I’d had the brain capacity to think about it, I might have tried to match him so Declan would feel us both doing that, but I couldn’t stop the way my body was moving.
I was getting closer and closer, grinding hard against his hot body.
His voice was rough, that just-woken sleep-roughness, as he panted, “Fuck, I’m so hard.”
I reached down for Declan’s dick and, as my fingers were about to brush against it, I felt other cool fingers. Twisting my head to the side, I saw Erik had done the same as me.
For a second, we stared at each other in shock, both our hands frozen inches above Declan’s skin.
Then I took Erik’s hand and placed it on Declan’s groin, over his boxer shorts.
We needed to be able to touch him properly, so I reached inside and drew out Declan’s dick, feeling its thick girth as I wrapped my fingers around it.
Declan panted again, and his hips twitched upwards, rocking his dick further into my hand. I watched, fascinated by the sight, as I released Declan’s dick and pressed Erik’s hand against it. The dick twitched and bobbed, and I could make out a little shimmering drop of pre-come at the tip.
We worked him together. Erik’s hand was wrapped around Declan’s dick and mine was wrapped over the top and, together, we stroked up and down.
I started to grind against Declan again, using the rhythm that Erik was setting as he stroked slightly faster.
The groan that spilled from Declan’s mouth was everything I’d ever wanted it to be. He lay on his back, arms pinned down to the mattress by mine and Erik’s bodies as he held us close, and we worked him hard until he came all over himself.
His come spilled all over his stomach and shot up to his chest as he panted loudly.
I moaned at the sight of it and increased the pressure on my own dick until I came, burying my face into Declan’s chest again to muffle my scream.
As I was coming down from my orgasm, my body tingling with the aftermath of pleasure, I heard Erik make the smallest little sound and his body stopped undulating as he came.
Smiling lazily to myself, I looked up at Declan’s face. His eyes were glazed and he looked like he couldn’t believe he was here.
Erik rolled out of bed, so fast that I didn’t have time to grab him and by the time I asked, “Where are you going?” he was already at the door.
“I’ll just clean up,” he said.
The floorboard squeaked as he left the room.
Raising myself on my elbow, I leaned up to kiss Declan, a soft, slow kiss that branded him onto my soul.
When I pulled back, I looked into his eyes and said, “I love you, Declan.”
“I love you, Sonny. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”
Really, I should have said it was okay. That would have been polite and it would mean we didn’t have to talk about it. But, after this, I’d learned that we needed to talk a lot more than we did. So I told him the truth.
“I don’t know how I feel about that yet.”
He nodded, his eyes closing, and he turned his head away from me. I pulled myself higher up his body so I could lean over him and still see his face.
“Declan?” I waited until he reluctantly opened his eyes again. “I love you. I want to work this out.”
“I do, too.”
“Good. And you need to tell Erik, too.”
“That we’re going to work this out?”
“Yes, I suppose, you can tell him that. He’ll probably be glad to know. But I meant tell him you love him.”
“I—”
I stroked a finger down his cheek, touching him as though I were afraid he’d vanish.
I’d been so afraid of that once, for long, long days, that he’d slip away from me even though he was in a hospital bed right in front of me.
I hadn’t got over my sense of wonder that he was here and alive and healthy.
“You don’t want to lose him because you were too afraid to tell him the truth.”
Declan swallowed. “What if he doesn’t feel the same?”
Apart from my certainty that Erik did feel the same, because I’d seen the way he looked at my man, I thought that he should probably tell him anyway.
I’d told Declan anyway, even though I’d been too afraid to do it for years.
And, if Declan hadn’t been so afraid to reply, we could have been together for months.
And, to be fair, if I’d had the courage to do it earlier than that, maybe Declan wouldn’t have been able to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep.
I tried to give Declan a sassy look of disbelief, but it was still early and I wasn’t sure whether I managed it.
“Is that his come all over your boxers?”
Declan looked down his body and saw the mess of white come Erik had left smeared over his underwear. His face reddened, which was adorable.
I heard a creek by the door and looked over to see Erik standing in the doorway. I don’t know how long he’d been there. I hoped he hadn’t heard me talking to Declan, because Declan deserved to be able to tell Erik himself how he felt.
I rolled off Declan’s warm body and out of bed.
“I’m going to go for a shower. I take it showers are okay now?”
Erik gave me a nod. “Don’t lock the door, though.”
I rolled my eyes as though I were annoyed but it was to conceal the weird feelings in my stomach. The way Erik took care of me was unusual, and I was afraid I’d end up liking it too much.
He walked over to his chest of drawers and pulled out some clean clothes, then held them out to me in a neat pile.
“Here. You’ll need these. Your jeans aren’t dry yet.”
“Oh, yeah, um, thanks. I might have ruined your clothes.”
Looking down at myself for the first time, I saw I’d rolled in Declan’s come when I’d rolled on top of him so that was all over my borrowed t-shirt, and I’d truly made a mess of his joggers.
Erik kept his eyes on my face, for which I was grateful.
“Just throw those in the washing machine with mine. I’ll put it on after breakfast.”
I left quickly, partly because as much as I wanted Declan to be happy and for us to find a way to make this work so that he could be with both of us, I didn’t think I was actually ready to hear Declan tell another man that he loved him.
And partly because I was very sticky and wanted to get in that shower.