Chapter 35 #2
“Shit.” I crawled onto the bed between his legs but instead of going for his cock, I leaned in for a kiss.
This wasn’t the usual, me hovering over him, domineering and pressing him into the mattress. This was me supplicating, and him accepting. He ran his hands up my arms, one into my hair, holding me in the kiss, the other snaking down along my collarbone and over my pecs.
I gasped into the kiss when he tweaked a nipple, and again when Alan caressed my ass, fingers gliding down my crack and over my hole.
I expected it to be Alan who eventually guided my head down to Evan’s cock. Evan never presumed, never suggested, even by a gesture, I should do anything I didn’t personally choose to do, so I was surprised when his hand on my chest moved to grip my shoulder and put pressure on me to move lower.
For half a breath, I resisted, and he pulled out of the kiss to look into my eyes. “Suck me, Pere,” he said softly, pushing at my shoulder again.
I gulped but nodded, moving my mouth down his jaw and along his throat.
He allowed that for a moment, sighing when I sucked a bit of skin between my teeth.
But then, “Lower.” And this time, there was no suggestion or patience, just demand, and more pressure for me to move.
I did as I was told, shifting, lifting my ass higher to get my mouth on him, and shivering when Alan’s fingers at my hole applied more pressure too.
I’d loosened myself some in the shower, so it didn’t take much for the tip of his finger to slip inside me as I licked at the head of Evan’s cock, once more hard and eager for my attention.
Evan’s fingers in my hair tightened as I closed my lips around his tip.
Under the soft rasp of his gasp, I heard the snick of the lube bottle open. A moment later, the warm, slick force of one of Alan’s fingers slid, knuckle deep, into my body.
It wasn’t a lot. Tip of a cock, tip of a finger, just the bare minimum, yet, like a meal interrupted by famous people, suddenly, this was real. This was me, suspended between them, at their mercy, at the moment when I accepted their control over my body, over my mind, if I let them, or rejected it.
I opened my throat and sank down Evan’s cock, taking him to the back of my throat, fighting my gag reflex to swallow around him.
His hips bucked up, pushing him deeper, which might have had me scrambling, but Alan chose that moment to push into me, crook his finger, and hit my prostate.
My eyes watered and a whimper worked up my throat, only to be gagged back by Evan’s cock. Then he was settling back to the mattress, hand stroking through my curls, allowing me a breath as Alan stroked in and out of my hole.
I looked up through damp lashes at Evan, who had his bottom lip between his teeth, flushed cheeks, and a look of concentration on his face that told me he was carefully monitoring me and my reactions.
I moaned and shuddered. Unused to that kind of scrutiny from him, I closed my eyes.
Evan’s hand in my hair jittered.
“You’re doing beautifully, precious,” Alan said.
It hit me then, that as commanding as Evan was being, his confidence wasn’t just his own, but was an offshoot of following Alan’s directions.
Somehow, that was reassuring. Evan wasn’t the type to take control.
But if Alan was directing him in how to do just that, it was different.
He was still my Evan, my guy who liked to please, wanted to give pleasure more than he cared what was given to him in return.
And Alan was still Alan, in control of everything, because he wasn’t the type to give control over to anyone, not even to share. No. He was calling all the shots, just like he did when Evan’s and my places were reversed.
I relaxed.
“There it is,” Alan whispered, his tone filled with praise as he skated a hand up my spine and eased another finger into me. “You’re almost there, darling. Just let go and let us take care of you.”
Evan pulled one of my hands up to his lips and kissed my fingers. “We got you,” he promised. “You don’t have to be in control of anything. We won’t let you fall.”
I was going to fall. There was no doubt about that. I was already floating so far above my usual sex high there was no possibility this ended without me tumbling into them from a great height. How soft the landing was entirely depended on them.
I decided to let that be okay. To trust them.
It wasn’t until I had that thought that I realized I hadn’t been trusting them. Not completely. I’d been holding back, relying on my own personal strength and resilience to shore us all up, rather than truly letting myself lean on either of them.
I pulled off of Evan’s dick and rested my forehead against his stomach.
He stroked my hair and his belly rose and fell in a soft laugh. “You just figured it out, didn’t you?”
Looking up at him, I saw what he meant in his shining eyes. “Let us take care of you,” he said again.
“It’s terrifying.” It was a confession I had to make before I could do it. I had to say it out loud, hear myself admit it, before I could take the final plunge.
“Of course it is. Until you, I was never sure I’d be safe. You gave me that so let me return the favour. Please.”
“I love you.”
His smile was radiant. “Love you too, babe. Now suck my cock.”
Leave it to him to defuse my angsty energy into a joke.
I tried to look over my shoulder at Alan, but he clamped a hand around the back of my neck. “Letting me fuck you is enough,” he said. “You don’t have to say it.”
“Fuck that.” I flopped around to face him, up on my knees, chest to chest with him, his face in my hands before he could move. “That’s one thing you don’t get to tell me,” I said fiercely. “What to say or not say. So if I want to tell you I love you, I will damn well say I love you, idiot.”
He rewarded me with the smile that had turned my stomach over the first time I saw it and turned my heart over now. “That so?”
“It is, yes.” I huffed. “So. I love you. Damnit.” Before he could say anything, I kissed him, hard and implacable until he kissed back, tongues battling, his hands in my hair.
When he finally yanked back, he was still smiling. “Glad that’s out of the way. I love you too.” He leaned to look past me. “Both of you.”
Evan rolled his eyes. “Obviously. Same. Can we get to the fucking now? Please?” He indicated his cock, jutting up from the nest of his pubes. “Feeling a little neglected here.”
“You’re a jerk too,” I groused, turning back around, but leaning over him to kiss him again.
“Fair.” He pushed his fingers into my curls and smiled up at me. “Just that this is about to be the best twenty-four hours of my life and I want to get on with it.”
He was right. By this time tomorrow, we’d be Olympic gold medalists. Or not. But we’d be together, the three of us, and the outcome of the tournament didn’t matter as much as that fact.
“Ass up, darling,” Alan said, swatting my backside hard enough to make me yelp.
I didn’t tell him not to do it again though I did hastily assume the desired position.
He didn’t waste time, prepping me quickly while I worked on Evan’s erection as best I could with the distraction. Evan was panting hard and thrusting into my mouth with very little control by the time Alan entered me, his thick cock spreading me wide.
Blow job interrupted, Evan cupped my face, kissing my cheeks, my forehead, praising me as I breathed into the stretch. He took obvious pleasure in watching me re-learn the art of bottoming for Alan.
I was far too distracted by Alan inside me to be able to do Evan any good, but he didn’t seem to care as he stroked himself with one hand and me with his other, watching my face, telling me I was doing an amazing job.
I was on my hands and knees, rocking with Alan’s thrusts, unable to really respond, so Evan got up and brought his cock to my mouth, easing himself inside carefully. Now in a position where all I had to do was receive them both, I closed my eyes and let them take what they wanted.
I did my best, occasionally coherent enough to at least try and give them pleasure, but if I was doing it wrong, neither of them said so.
I barely registered Evan’s warning when he got close, and tried, sloppily, to lick and swallow his come as he released it, but a lot of it landed on my face or dribbled down my chin, and I didn’t much care.
His fingers, tight in my hair to the point of bright spots of pain, held me still as he came.
Watching him must have been enough because as the last light pumps of come hit my cheek, Alan roared behind me, his hands on my hips gripping hard, his cock emptying into my body.
The throb of him coming into me reminded me my own dick had been neglected but when I reached for it, Alan grabbed a hand full of my hair, clamped a hand to my chest, and lifted me so I was sitting in his lap, his rod still pumping into me.
“Evan,” he barked, and like that, Evan snapped back into his role, leaning down to swallow my cock.
I came embarrassingly fast, my release flooding his hot mouth.