Chapter 17 #3
The thought helped him relax into their tender, loving care.
When they carefully removed his shirt, baring a thin, pale torso, he didn’t hide his face from Van’s lustful gaze.
He let him look his fill, which only seemed fair, since Benji had seen Van’s entire package more than once.
Joshua tickled over his ribs, then ran his fingers through the thin trail of hair below Benji’s navel.
Benji had been watching Joshua, so the shock of teeth lightly biting his right nipple made him yelp and jerk his hips. “Fuck, do that again.”
Van grinned, then bit the same nipple, a light touch he soothed with his tongue.
Joshua seemed to think that was fun, so he did the same to Benji’s left nipple, and Benji nearly shot out of his skin at the dual sensations.
Two mouths on him, direct stimulation to one of his few very sensitive erogenous zones.
He thrashed and moaned under the onslaught, his cock painfully hard in his constricting jeans, but he couldn’t get his thoughts together enough to figure out how to free it.
He fisted the coverlet and let them play beautiful music on his body.
“Fuck, the sounds you make,” Van said on a whispered breath. “Listen to him, Joshua.”
“He loves getting his nips bitten.” Joshua slid farther down the bed and groped Benji’s erection.
Benji thrust against his hand, desperate for more friction. “Please.”
“Hmm?”
“Touch me.”
“We are touching you.”
With a grunt of frustration that wasn’t helped by Van’s continuous sucking on his nipple, Benji snapped, “Touch my dick.” Surprise jolted through him at the tone of voice he’d used.
He’d tossed orders at Van and Joshua while they were in bed together, but he never got this controlling in bed with Joshua.
It was kind of awesome, because Joshua worked his fly and zipper, and then his hand was inside Benji’s briefs, jacking him lightly. The simple contact made Benji moan and thrust, needing more, but Joshua was in no hurry.
Van released Benji’s nipple to nuzzle at his ear. “Can I see you?”
Benji had to think a moment before he realized what Van was asking.
With a shaky breath, he shoved his jeans and briefs down his hips, baring his erection to Van.
Exposing himself to another man for the first time.
The familiar embarrassment hit, but it was also tempered by affection and trust, so Benji grabbed hold of those feelings and kept them close.
It allowed him to take Van’s hand with trembling fingers and place it below Joshua’s on his cock.
Van held him with an equally shaky touch, his eyes wide and filled with wonderment.
And something that looked scarily like love.
I have two different hands on my dick. Holy shit.
They took him apart one step at a time.
Joshua’s mouth was on him first, sucking and licking the length of his cock while Van fondled his balls.
Inhibitions and fear fell away under the onslaught of sensation and pleasure rocketing through him, curling his toes and making it impossible to stay quiet.
Joshua pulled off to suck on his balls, so Van took over stroking him with his hand.
He never looked away from Benji’s face, studying every expression and emotion.
The attention should have been awkward, but it wasn’t.
Benji tried to put his consent into his eyes, because he’d lost the ability to form words. Van tilted his head, eyebrows dipping, and then leaned in to kiss him. A hard press of lips that made Benji whine. Van pulled back and asked, “May I?”
Hell yes! “Guh.”
“That’s a yes?”
“Yes.” Yay, a word!
“Fuck, yeah,” Joshua said.
Benji raised his head as high as he could, needing to see.
Van moved lower to first share a kiss with Joshua.
Watching them make out hovering inches over his spit-wet cock was one of the most erotic things Benji had ever seen.
They separated with a wet smack. Joshua moved up Benji’s body to torture his nipple again, while Van slowly—so fucking slowly! —lowered his mouth to Benji’s cock.
He licked a stripe up the length from root to tip, a feather-light touch that made Benji growl, because he needed more, damn it.
More pressure, more intensity. Van ran the tip of his tongue across his slit, and Benji’s head fell back to the mattress on a long moan.
Joshua stretched up to kiss him, tongue leisurely licking into Benji’s mouth, while Van swallowed him down.
Joshua’s hands were everywhere—his chest, his belly, his throat, touching and stroking while kissing him senseless, and all the while Van was trying to suck Benji’s brains out through his dick. It was too much and not enough, and his balls drew tight, warning him.
It was Joshua who let go long enough to say, “He’s close.”
God, I love this man.
Van sucked on the head of his cock, while his hands fondled his balls and rubbed his taint, and it was all suddenly too much.
Benji’s release ripped through him like an eighth-octave C, making his legs shake and his stomach spasm, and dear God, he could die a happy man now.
He’d never come so hard in his life. It took him a few bleary moments to realize that his belly was clean. Van has swallowed his load.
Van looked up the length of Benji’s body, cheeks rosy and eyes gleaming. “You liked that, huh?”
“Fucking loved it. Fuck.”
Joshua nuzzled his cheek. “I loved watching him take you apart like that. Jesus, Ben.”
Benji grunted, having used up his allotment of words for the next five minutes.
Van curled up on his other side, his own erection pressing into Benji’s hip.
They all lay together for a while, stealing soft kisses from each other.
Joshua and Van seemed to be waiting for something from Benji.
Some hint as to how to proceed from there, seeing as how two of their threesome hadn’t come yet.
“What do you want, babe?” Benji asked Joshua.
“Want Van to fuck me while we’re kneeling over you, just like this. I want to see your face the whole time.”
Benji blinked hard at being so closely involved in them having sex, but the desperation in Joshua’s eyes prevented him from saying no. “Okay.”
The two men jumped into action, both of them stripping out of their pants.
Van grabbed the condom and lube, while Joshua yanked Benji’s pants and underwear the rest of the way off his legs, leaving all three of them naked.
Benji resisted the urge to cover himself, embarrassed at being so on display.
But then Joshua was back, a knee on either side of Benji’s hips, hands by his shoulders, smiling down at him with love and devotion. Benji’s heart turned over hard.
The bed dipped as Van climbed on. Joshua and Benji kissed through the prep, and the initial penetration, Benji swallowing every gasp and grunt.
When Van began to fuck Joshua for real, Benji grabbed hold of Joshua’s shoulders and held tight as his entire world telescoped into a haze of sounds and smells.
Skin smacking on skin. Panting breaths, followed by low moans.
The sticky slide of lube. The scent of sex and musk.
“So close,” Joshua gasped.
Benji surprised himself by clasping Joshua’s cock and jerking him hard, using lube and sweat to slick the way.
Joshua cried out as he shot across Benji’s chest. Van ceased moving, while Benji milked Joshua until he panted for him to stop.
Joshua’s arms and legs were shaking, so Van gently eased him down until he was on top of Benji.
Benji couldn’t see, but he was sure Van was still inside Joshua.
“Can he finish in you?” Benji asked.
“Yeah.” Joshua puffed the answer against his neck.
Van planted his hands next to their shoulders and leaned in until he was close enough to kiss both of them.
Then he began to move in shallow, sharp thrusts that ground Joshua’s pelvis into Benji’s dick and made him see stars.
Delightful, happy stars that rippled across his vision and set fire to his skin.
Benji closed his eyes and let go, and too soon Van came with a cry of his own.
The rocking stopped, but the weight on top of Benji increased to the point of being too much.
Before he could protest being at the bottom of the pile, Van and Joshua shifted to either side of him.
Benji was sweaty and covered in Joshua’s cum, but he was also in no hurry to move.
Not with these two men curled in close to him, arms and legs tangled together.
He kissed Van first, then Joshua, and he smiled when the pair kissed each other.
“Wow,” Benji said.
Van nipped at his jaw. “Yeah, wow.”
“I’ll see your wow,” Joshua said, “and raise you a holy fuck.”
Holy fuck is right. God, I love these two.
Benji’s heart seized with the truth of the thought, even though he couldn’t get the words to pass his lips. He’d loved Joshua Lansing for a long time and with his whole heart, but after today, he was pretty damned sure he loved Van Holt, too—as he was always meant to.