Matthew #2
Miles gives Xavier a sardonic look. “I don’t need handling.”
“No?” Xavier’s hand snakes down to palm Miles’ dick, knuckles brushing against mine and making it twitch in needy anticipation of more. “I quite enjoy handling you.” He nudges Miles’ cheek with his nose, and his eyes briefly flutter closed at first contact. “What do you think, Matthew?”
Me? They want words? I’m not sure I have a voice left, not when they look like that together. They render me speechless, with no thoughts remaining. The words, when they come, are hoarse and sound nothing like me. “Handling good.”
I should just hand back my teaching licence now before anyone finds out about my word salads.
Xavier smiles and kisses Miles’ chin. There’s another flutter of his eyes, like he’s savouring the contact. “And you, Hunter?”
My head jerks to the side, where Hunter stands, observing quietly.
He’s rolled up his sleeves, strong forearms on display.
The dining light above him gives him an almost otherworldly glow.
He’s so handsome that my chest clenches just looking at him.
I didn’t know that I could feel even more attracted to him, but seeing him with these two men has somehow enhanced everything.
“What about me?” Hunter doesn’t look away from me when he answers, and I’m mesmerised.
“Do you like handling Miles?” Xavier says smoothly. He rotates his palm over Miles’ groin. Miles sucks in a breath, holding tighter to my leg.
“I like watching him handle Matthew.”
The two of them are trying to kill me. Cause of death: spontaneous combustion.
Xavier skims my stomach and chest, plucking at my sensitive nipple. His thumb brushes over my freckle, and he bites his lip as he takes in my reaction to him. “He’s ready and waiting for you, Miles. Aren’t you, duckling?”
That nickname. Why does it make my heart skip a beat? My hands clench at my sides, but I’m unsure if I can do anything. Am I allowed to touch now?
Xavier smirks, despite the fact I didn’t answer, and turns back to Miles, who’s staring down at me hungrily. “Your move, Miles.”
Miles licks his bottom lip, and my body lights itself on fire. I hope beyond hope that means he’s going to keep going.
He hooks my knee over his hip and lets go. I take the hint and squeeze, remaining in place. I like the way it opens me up. Xavier isn’t wrong. I’m definitely ready for him.
A shiver runs through me from head to toe when he takes my wrists and lifts my arms up above my head, stretching me out.
His gaze rakes over me, eyes darkening. Does that mean he likes what he sees? “Don’t move them,” he orders.
Oh, God. I can only nod. No moving. Got it. Twisting my hands together helps with the urge. What I really want to do is open his shirt and explore what’s underneath.
All thoughts disappear when he takes his glove off his left hand by dragging the index finger off… with his teeth. I squeeze my hands tighter together, as well as my thighs, though that’s less voluntary. Please. Please touch me. Please.
I swear his fingers are trembling as he reaches towards me.
He places his entire hand, splaying it out, over my belly.
It’s so hot I’m sure that he’s marking me, forever tattooed by his touch.
He bites his lip, fixated at the spot where our skin meets.
The stillness kills me, and yet I want it to continue forever, trapped in this moment with him.
“Do you like that?” I ask breathlessly, unintentionally mimicking his earlier words.
His eyes flare with heat. “Yes.” So matter of fact. Strangely reassuring. He doesn’t seem like the kind of man who worries about sparing someone’s feelings.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Xavier moving. Before I can follow to see what he’s doing, Miles starts exploring my skin, and he’s the only thing that I can see.
He trails his fingers across me unhurriedly, watching with sharp eyes, documenting my every reaction. He finds a spot just under my ribs that makes my body jerk and my toes curl. A smile flirts with his mouth, and he slides back over the same spot. Twice.
The curve of my hip gives him the same response, and he spends extra time there. On purpose.
“That’s—sensitive—” I gasp, arching into him.
“I know.” He brushes over me again. “Hmm.”
What was that noise fo— “Ah!” His mouth closes over the same spot, tongue flicking.
Every nerve ending I have lights up, and my dangling leg lifts, bracketing either side of him.
It brings me back in contact with his hardness.
Even through the fabric of his slacks, he’s hot and firm, and I have to arch my hips to add pressure and feel more.
He rubs back, rotating, all while he marks me with teeth and tongue.
The sensations are coming at me from all directions.
And then I turn my head.
Xavier’s standing behind Hunter, with Hunter’s fly open, dick in his hand. Hunter has one arm up and hooked backwards around Xavier’s neck, and they’re watching us even as they enjoy each other.
The sight of them, coupled with Miles’ onslaught, pushes me into a sudden orgasm. It rips through me, pleasure bursting. I cry out, hips moving frantically, stomach quivering. Oh my God. I’m squeezing my eyes shut so hard that stars appear in the dark.
The intensity of it takes my breath away. I’ve never come from so little touch or so quickly. Most of my cum lands on my stomach, but there are spots on Miles’ slacks and the bottom corner of his suit jacket.
Embarrassment heats my cheeks. “I—” I have no words. That’s the theme of the night, but this feels infinitely worse. A quick trigger. Just what everyone likes. Not.
Except that Miles’ nostrils flare, and then he’s running his fingers through the mess I made, spreading it around. My stomach swoops when he lifts a finger to his mouth, tasting it. Christ, that’s way hotter than it has any right to be.
Would it be too awkward to ask how it tastes? He gives an extra lick, so maybe instead it’s redundant to ask.
My mouth dries up when he opens his pants one-handed and pulls himself out. He’s leaking, his head slick and pointed up. I knew he was turned on, of course, but seeing the truth of it is something else.
My nails scratch at the table, still needing something even after finding release.
Miles gathers more of my cum and uses it as slick, coating himself with a few long strokes.
That’s—it’s—my ass clenches, my dick twitching as if to bring itself back to life.
“I don’t need to ask if you like that.” Miles caresses my thigh with his still-gloved hand.
The friction from the leather is enough to drive me wild.
I shudder under his touch, sensitive skin tingling.
A shaky breath that’s half moan slips out when he goes lower, towards my ass.
At the same time that he reaches his destination, Hunter moans to my left.
A finger slips inside as I turn my head, finding Hunter’s green eyes instantly.
Miles’ finger hooks and finds my prostate like a homing beacon. I jerk in pleasure and surprise.
“There?” Miles asks with a slight arch of his eyebrow.
“Thought—thought you were new to this,” I say shakily.
He presses on the bundle of nerves and stays there, not giving me a moment of reprieve from the streaks of intense pleasure.
The stimulation borders on too much, and I squirm, heels digging into Miles’ ass, toes curling.
My dick is hardening again, which I didn’t even know was possible so soon.
“Miles has had a little practice,” Xavier says in a low voice, nuzzling Hunter’s neck.
His hand moves fast over Hunter’s dick, wrist snapping, the head rapidly appearing and disappearing.
It’s obscene and mouthwatering. Hunter’s dick.
Right there. In front of me for the second time. A dream come to life.
Oh. Practice. Images flash in my mind. Memories of my first time meeting these men.
Was that Miles’ only experience? How can that be?
That can’t be right. He’s… him. Just looking at him is enough to get my heart racing.
From the long hair that he currently has half up and looking so silky, to those dark bedroom eyes.
That smoulder. The finger he’s using to stroke me from the inside with perfect precision.
My hips roll needily on their own in some kind of attempt to ease the ache, stroke the flames. “I’m—I’m close to—” How can I be so close again? What are they doing to me?
Miles doesn’t stop moving, sliding in and out of me. My cum isn’t enough to be an effective lube, so there’s friction, and somehow that only makes it more intense. It’s too much, not enough, everything.
“Don’t stop—don’t stop—please—” Random words keep streaming from my mouth.
Begging. Prayers. Pleading. He doesn’t say a word, focused entirely on where he’s penetrating me, not even blinking.
His hand speeds up on his dick in time with his fingering, like we’re completely in sync.
All I can do is writhe and moan and take it.
Reaching down to fist myself is pure instinct, matching Miles’ rhythm.
Does this count as touching, when it’s not other people?
I don’t care anymore. I just need to come again.
And I need them to come with me. Hunter and Miles.
What is Xavier doing? Is he going to come too?
I can’t think—I can’t—I turn my head to see them—Oh my God, Xavier is lifting his cum-covered hand—Hunter’s—and coaxing Hunter to lick it off.
Then they’re kissing. That isn’t an adequate description.
They’re consuming each other. It isn’t just lust riding them.
The love between them is so easy to see.
My vision blurs as the sight of them builds the pressure inside me impossibly high until— “Ah!” My hips lift from the table, body tensing. Miles groans deeply, his release mixing with mine, over my hand, dick, and stomach.
Miles throws his head back, neck stretching beautifully. He rides out his orgasm, still stroking himself, like he enjoys that uncomfortable overload. I slump against the table, completely spent, and turn my head to the side.
Hunter is leaning back against Xavier, who’s resting his nose at Hunter’s temple, soaking him in. Hunter watches Miles and me with half-lidded eyes, looking every bit the cat that caught the canary. He’s so unbelievably sexy.
I lick my lips, imagining what it would be like to taste him. All of them. Will I ever find out?
Miles retreats from me, finger sliding out as he takes a step back. His gaze sweeps over me, and he visibly swallows. Despite the space between us, he still feels close to me. Sharing orgasms can do that. I’ve never been one to share them with people I don’t care about.
Even so, I suddenly feel self-conscious, lying here messy and debauched.
Also completely naked while they’re all still dressed.
None of them have even removed so much as a watch.
The need to cover myself is strong, and I definitely would if I had anything to do it with. I don’t know where my clothes are.
“I think I—I need a shower.” And a minute to myself to process all of this. And visualise it all again. What if this is the only time it happens? I need to commit the experience to memory.
“Of course,” Hunter says smoothly. His pants are done back up, sleeves rolled down to his wrists. Completely put back together, not a stitch out of place. No one would guess he’d just come all over Xavier’s hand or licked off the evidence.
Wait. Xavier. My eyes meet his. “What about you? You need—” I glance down.
“Very sweet of you, duckling.” He rests a possessive hand on Hunter’s hip and kisses his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I got everything I needed.”
Hunter briefly touches his hand. “Let me show you the guest room and where the bathroom is.”
I nod, unsure what else to say as I awkwardly slide off the table.
What happens now?