Chapter 13 #2
He rubbed one slick finger against Joshua’s entrance, teasing and massaging a bit before he pushed.
Joshua gasped loudly, then shifted from licking Van’s neck to sucking on his nipple, and Van cried out, because yeah.
Erogenous zone. He thrust his finger deeper, working it to the second knuckle, before wiggling it a bit to hear the sounds Joshua made.
Benji couldn’t seem to look away from Joshua’s ass.
Van couldn’t imagine the mind-fuck that an open relationship must have been. Wondering whom his boyfriend was fucking on the side, what they did together in bed. Knowing intellectually that there were other people, but having no clear visual of what it looked like.
He’ll have all kinds of visuals after today.
Joshua cried out as Van breached him with two fingers, his ass incredibly tight, almost unbearably so. Getting Van’s dick inside without hurting him was going be an exercise in restraint for sure, so Van worked those fingers in and out, scissoring a bit to stretch him. Needing him properly prepped.
“Can you take three, baby?” Benji asked.
Joshua stopped trying to make Van insane with his nipples and looked up. Tried to twist his head and find Benji, then settled on telling the side of the bed, “Think so.”
More lube found its way onto Van’s hand, so he gently worked three fingers inside of Joshua’s ass.
Joshua rutted against him, which helped drive Van’s fingers deeper on each thrust. It also kept Van right on the razor’s edge, so close to coming but not ready for this to end.
Christ, he could finger Joshua for hours simply to hear him pant and whine and moan, but he had another objective.
Fuck him blind.
Van growled. “Gonna fuck you now,” he said.
“God, yes.” Joshua kissed him, a hard, thorough mess of tongues and lips and teeth. “How?”
He was a fan of almost any position, but Van’s thoughts turned to the best view for Benji. Benji seemed incredibly turned on by watching Joshua get fingered, so he’d probably want a good visual of the main event.
“You know reverse cowgirl?” Van said.
“Christ. Yes, okay.”
Van tugged his fingers loose and gave Joshua’s ass a swat. Joshua narrowed his eyes. “Oh, it’s like that is it?” Joshua asked.
Laughing, Van smacked him again, squeezing the cheek. “Yeah. It’s like that.”
With more laughter and a lot of touching, they wriggled into the new position.
Van lay flat on his back, with his head pointed toward the foot of the bed.
Joshua knelt over his thighs, facing the headboard, giving Van a fantastic view of his back and ass.
One cheek was still red from his hand, and the idea of putting more prints on those cheeks made his blood hum.
Benji moved around the bed, first to the dresser, and then to stand behind the bed near Van’s head. He handed over a condom.
Van nearly told him to put it on him, but this was Benji’s show, and he’d never forgive himself if he pushed Benji too far their first time.
First time, because I really, really want there to be a second time.
And not just with Joshua, but with all three of them. The thought hit him in the balls and stuck with him as he opened the condom, then rolled it on. Benji drizzled more lube onto his dick, and Van smeared it gently, so hard he was afraid he’d come the second he got inside Joshua.
Joshua had very few coherent thoughts left by the time he was kneeling over Van, waiting to impale himself on the guy’s dick.
The moment they all three walked into his bedroom, Joshua hadn’t been able to think about much of anything except Van, and the incredible way he played his body.
Van kissed and bit and licked with vigor, enjoying active, nearly aggressive sex in a way that turned Joshua’s crank hard.
Sex with Benji was often gentle, unhurried, a chance to spend time and exist in each other’s arms. Benji shied away from aggression, he rarely allowed Joshua to fuck him, and those things made what they had unique to them.
So, he’d nearly come on the spot when Benji ordered him and Van to take their pants off.
Hearing Benji begin to participate, rather than simply watch, had been one of the biggest turn-ons of Joshua’s life.
He loved that Benji was into it. Instead of being embarrassed by the attention and scrutiny, Joshua reveled in it. It opened him up in brand new ways.
Benji gave me this. God, I love him so much.
Joshua wasn’t thrilled with facing the wall—he couldn’t see Benji or Van’s faces—but he understood why Van had chosen it. Gave Benji a grand view to see his boyfriend being fucked by another guy.
He glanced over his shoulder. Benji was watching him with glittering eyes full of love and excitement.
He was still stroking himself in his pants.
Joshua nearly told him to ditch the pants and show off a little, but this had all been Benji’s idea.
And he wouldn’t dare do anything that might make Benji shut down.
Van clutched his hip and pulled gently. Joshua raised up, breath coming in short pants, excited and terrified and everything in between as he inched backward.
Blunt pressure touched his hole. He bore down as he lowered himself, the initial stretch making him gasp and shudder, barely breathing until the head passed through that first ring, and then it was better.
Van continued to steady him with one hand, probably holding his dick with the other, as he slowly helped Joshua lower himself.
Joshua used shallow thrusts to take more, the incredible fullness almost too much to bear without screaming, aware of every sound he was making. Every hitch and gasp and cry and then somehow, miraculously, his ass met Van’s thighs.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Van said, his own voice rough and strung out. “Christ.”
“And you’re not exactly tiny,” Joshua shot back. Van laughed, which made his cock shift, and Joshua gasped. “Oh God, stop laughing.”
Naturally, he laughed harder.
Joshua tried to be annoyed, but the whole thing was ridiculous. “This is definitely a first for me. My boyfriend watching me get fucked by another guy who can’t stop giggling.”
Somehow that made it all worse, because Benji started laughing along with Van, who gently rolled his hips a few times. Joshua reached behind to pinch one of Van’s nipples, which got him to focus.
Van smacked the side of his ass. “Stop complaining and ride me, cowgirl.”
Joshua grunted. “You did not call me that.”
“Cowgirl,” Benji said with a hoot. “I love it.”
Grumbling at being ganged up on over the name, Joshua rose up until he felt the head of Van’s cock pulling at his rim, then slammed back down. It stung a bit, but the startled shout he got out of Van was totally worth it.
“Fucking hell, do that again,” Benji said.
Joshua did, alternating deep thrusts with shallower ones that kept the pressure in his ass tipped toward “excellent” and away from “ouch.” His own erection smacked against his stomach, aching, the tip oozing pre-cum.
He loved this, knowing Benji could see every single stroke and was getting off on it.
At some point, Van grabbed his hips to steady him, planted both feet flat on the bed, and began thrusting up.
Taking some control of the fucking, and that was fine by Joshua—until his thighs were burning, and Van had slowed considerably.
He smacked Joshua’s ass again. “Hands and knees, cowgirl.”
Growling at the nickname, Joshua swung his right leg over and pivoted, ending up on his hands and knees, facing the end of the bed.
And Benji. His adorable Benji, who looked so perfectly debauched he might as well have been the one getting fucked.
Van wasted no time getting behind him and pressing back inside.
Joshua braced himself on the mattress as Van held him by the hips and fucked him hard.
Benji moved closer, his eyes locked with Joshua’s, panting while his own hand moved in his pants.
Joshua wanted to reach out, pull him forward, and suck Benji into his mouth, and Christ, the idea of being spit-roasted by these two made his balls draw up tight.
His release hovered just out of reach, not quite there yet.
“Baby,” Joshua whined, not even sure what he was asking for. “Please.”
With a whimper of his own, Benji dropped to his knees by the mattress and swept his tongue into Joshua’s mouth. Tangled a hand in his hair.
Fucked by one guy. Kissed by another. With a startled cry, Joshua came with nothing on his cock but air. His ass clamped down, and Van shouted, his thrusts stuttering.
Benji didn’t stop kissing him as he came down from the high of his orgasm. Van, bless him, eased out. Benji stopped touching himself and used both hands to help Joshua collapse onto his side. Everything was swirly and floaty.
Sweaty and still wound tight, Van knelt next to his hip, stripped off the rubber, and started to stroke himself.
That doesn’t seem fair.
“C’mere.” Joshua waved at him, then somehow got himself propped up on an elbow.
Van edged forward, holding his cock straight out.
Joshua licked his lips, so curious to taste Van.
He sucked the mushroom head into his mouth, enjoying the bitter taste of pre-cum, the steel behind smooth velvet skin.
The thick vein along the underside rubbed across his tongue.
Van fucked his mouth with smooth, steady strokes, seemingly in no hurry to find his release.
He’s got stamina. I like it.
Joshua had lost track of Benji, and that was okay.
He closed his eyes, somehow feeling more vulnerable by sucking a dick than taking one up the ass.
This was more intimate in a way he couldn’t explain, so he ignored it and let Van use him.
Van’s thrusts came faster and shorter, and soon he pulled back with a grunt.