Chapter 19
TYLER
Gang bang. I did not see that coming. Who would have? He’s a damn hockey player.
Okay, yes, I hear the words in my head. As if hockey players are all vanilla and don’t have kinks. But a gang bang? Really? Who looks at someone and thinks, I bet they like to gang bang.
Denny’s hands land on my hips just as I step into the kitchen. “Seriously, these damn underwear. You wear these for me? You wearing all the sexy things for me, Tyler?”
I grin. “Well, the glasses I wear so I can see. I like taller socks because they keep my ankles warm. As for the underwear.” I glance down. “Kinda.”
He pulls me into his chest, and I lean my head back. His lips land on my shoulder, and I flush, knowing that he’s looking down my torso. Denny groans. Right in my ear. I shiver at the sound.
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes.” My voice sounds breathy. Nothing but an exhale.
Denny’s hand slides around my hip and dips down to cup my cock. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted someone’s hands on me the way I do Denny’s. He rubs my dick through my underwear with his hand like a worry stone. His fingers drop, and he rubs back and forth along the underside of my balls.
“Will dinner hold?” he asks. “I really want you to fuck me right now.”
I groan. “Me fuck you or you fuck me?”
He doesn’t answer for a moment. As the moment stretches, I grin because I really enjoy that he can’t decide.
“Fuck. You fuck me.”
“I can’t believe you enjoy bottoming so much,” I say and turn in his hold to face him.
Denny’s smile is crooked and amused, but there’s no mistaking the heat in his eyes. “Why? Hockey players can’t enjoy bottoming?”
I laugh. “I don’t know. I guess, having gotten to know you as much as I have now, I imagined you’d be more inclined to be a top.”
“Wow. Judging me.” He takes my bottom lip between his teeth as he picks me up. My limbs wrap around him as he walks down the hall. Once more, on the way by Ty, we slow to check on him. Sound asleep.
Denny sets me on my feet and strips out of his clothes as I shuffle through his drawer to drag out supplies. When I turn to him again, Denny is already on his hands and knees. “Goddamn,” I mutter as I get closer.
“Like my ass, do you?”
“So, so much. It’s so… plump.”
He chuckles. “It’s strong, too. I have glutes of steel.”
My grin stretches around my lip between my teeth. I get to touch this man. First things first. I place both my hands on his ass cheeks and squeeze. Denny laughs quietly. “Yep, I can confirm. Strong.”
When I pull them apart, I groan at the way his pretty hole puckers at me. “Hold your cheeks apart.”
Denny lowers his face into the bed and brings his hands back to do as I say. Jesus. Want to talk about a slutty sight. This right here. Fucking gorgeous. This big, strong man, entirely exposed to me.
I spend a long time just playing with his hole.
Lube, fingers, stretching. Watching his body swallow mine.
Hot. The entire thing is hot. So hot that by the time I remember that I get to do more than play with his fucking hole, the front of my underwear is more than just a little wet.
Now we’re going to have to hurry a little. Ty will wake up soon.
Making quick work of my condom, I adjust Denny so his thighs are on the edge of the bed and he’s flat.
He has zero leverage on the ground like this, but he’s far too tall for me to truly fuck him properly on his hands and knees.
This way, I can use my body weight to fuck him over the side of the bed.
The sexy way he moans as I slide in leaves me breathless. “Keep your hands there,” I say when he tries to pull one from his ass cheek. “Hold your pretty cheeks open for me.”
Denny shivers.
Bracing myself on his back, I slowly work up my momentum. With every snap of my hips, Denny gasps. His body jerks deliciously. He spreads his legs wider, and I take that as an indication that he likes what I’m doing. So I keep doing it, finding my rhythm and making each deep thrust count.
“You want to talk about what’s slutty and sexy,” I grit as I dig into him. “Those whorish sounds you make. You’re going to make me high from the way you listen, too. Your fucking hands still on your ass cheeks, just like I demanded. You like that, don’t you? You like doing what you’re told.”
He nods, his yes choked off when I shove into him hard. His body is damp with a thin layer of sweat as I move up his body, angling myself a little more downward. A little more intentionally toward his prostate.
As soon as I start pistoning my cock into his hole, his body shakes. His sounds become a chorus of fuck and high grunts. I’m about to admonish him for letting his ass cheeks go, but watching the way his hands fist into the bedding sends a new level of arousal shooting through me.
Denny writhes beneath me. He sounds like we’re shooting porn. The sounds aren’t just frequent, high, and indecent; they’re continuous. Denny’s muscles flex under me in response to every single thrust. Even more delicious is the way he sticks his ass up, making sure I hit where he wants me, too.
“Jesus, Denny,” I grunt. I wrap my hand around the top of his head. Not to keep him still, but to give myself leverage. Watching his arms move as he stretches above his head to grip the bedding and then back down toward his head.
The way someone does when they can’t find relief. The begging, desperate quality in the way he moves beneath me.
“You’re the hottest fucking person I’ve ever met,” I hiss into his ear. “You know that?”
Denny doesn’t answer.
“This what you want?”
“Yes!” he says, the word punched out of him.
His ass suddenly flexes briefly, and I gasp. “Do that again. Squeeze my dick.”
I’m not in the least bit prepared for how tightly he’s able to do so. I should have listened to him when he said he had a strong ass. My eyes roll as soon as his ass clenches me like a vise, and it feels like his hand is around my neck. I can’t take a breath, and unexpectedly, I’m coming.
The thought of that wasn’t supposed to happen yet, flutters by as I empty my load.
I’m barely finished when I pull out of him.
“Sorry,” I stammer and shove him onto his back.
Before Denny can respond, I have his cock in my mouth and my fingers up his ass, curling and making sure his prostate is incessantly stimulated.
Denny makes the most luscious choking sounds as his strong hands grip my head and his hips jump off the bed.
I have the distinct impression that he has zero control over himself right now as I suck him down.
His body doesn’t just fidget. He practically vibrates as he gives in to nothing but innate reactions.
He comes with a strangled gasp. It’s a big fucking load, and I do my best to swallow him down. Milk him dry. I only relent when he drops beneath me like overdone pasta. Then I pop off his cock and brush the corner of my mouth like I dripped some tea.
Maybe I smile at my handiwork. Denny Willow is wrecked. Like fucking dead weight as his chest heaves massive breaths. I get to my feet, feeling pretty smug.
“You’re good for a guy’s ego,” I tell him.
Denny snorts. “C’mere,” he slurs, and fuck yes. Listen to that. Sex drunk.
I climb onto the bed and hover over him. “Sorry I came so suddenly and ended the fuck-a-thon. I wasn’t prepared for the way your ass choked my dick as if it were a fucking boa constrictor.”
His smile is sexy as he turns his head to meet my eyes. Not that his eyes are entirely open. He’s watching me through slits.
“You’re going to turn me into an obsessive slut for that,” he says, yanking me down to his chest.
“I meant what I said—you’re good for a guy’s ego.”
I feel his chuckle more than hear it. Denny kisses my forehead, and then we’re quiet. My hand rests over his heart, feeling the way it steadily slows to a more normal rhythm.
“Just so you know, I didn’t ask about the gang bang because I’m dissatisfied with this,” Denny says quietly.
A sigh escapes. “I know.”
“This is going to sound really weird, but I can’t think of another way to say it.
It’s never about the person we’re fucking.
It’s some weird bonding ritual, and yeah, I think we all suggest it when we’re feeling particularly horny, but that’s the thing, right?
If it were simply needing to get laid, we’d do that on our own.
This is something we only ever do together—all of us.
And if, for some reason, one of us isn’t available or not into it, then it doesn’t happen.
So… it is a bonding thing, as weird as that sounds. ”
“It is weird, but I’ve heard about weirder shit. And.” I chew my lip for a minute. “Maybe it’s not that weird. I’m sorry I reacted like I did earlier. Like I’m judging something you enjoy. That was wrong of me.”
“I didn’t exactly bring it up in a way that made any sense at all.
I’ve never been in a relationship of any kind, so the proper way of communicating something on my mind doesn’t come naturally.
I knew I should talk to you about it. Evidently, more thought needs to go into how I talk about something, not just for clarity but out of respect. ”
Not going to pretend that my heart didn’t instantly begin racing at ‘relationship’. Most of what came after that sounded like I was hearing it through some kind of tunnel. I heard him, and yet the words were distorted.
Relationship.
Immediately following this thought is that I should be sad or mad or something because he was engaged to my sister.
That is supposed to be a sacred relationship, no?
It was supposed to mean something. Coming to understand that it likely didn’t mean anything to either of them and they agreed to it for reasons other than love, family, and commitment is somewhat difficult to accept.
Of course, we could also follow all that up with the fact that I wasted no time jumping into bed with my deceased sister’s fiancé. There’s that.
“Did I lose you?” Denny asks.
Yes. Totally.
“Sorry. I—tell me about it?”
He chuckles. His fingers move softly over my jaw and into my hair. Tracing my ear, my nose, brushing over my eyebrows.
“I’m not entirely sure how it started,” he admits.
“Just… we weirdly found ourselves with the same girl who wanted us all to fuck her. So we did. Over the years, we kind of fine-tuned how we choose someone, and we have a couple rules in place. Most of the time, besides one of us saying we want to enjoy a groupie, it’s not something we actually discuss.
Even deciding that it’s something we only do with the five of us isn’t something we’ve ever said out loud.
It was some unspoken agreement that if we couldn’t do it together, then we weren’t going to do it.
Recently, we talked about it because the gender of the person we were fucking switched and, yes, it naturally made us all…
ask questions, I guess. As a result of needing to talk about it, we’ve come to the conclusion that it truly isn’t the person in the middle that we’re into.
Our arousal feeds off each other’s. Bottom line, we’re attracted to very different kinds of people, both aesthetically and in personality.
Yet, there’s nothing hotter than fucking someone as a group. ”
“What I hear is that you’re all secretly attracted to each other,” I say.
Denny laughs. “I’ve thought about that. For me, I can say that I don’t think that’s the case. I’ve experimented with sex often over the past couple years, since our first accidental man in the middle.”
“Wait. Accidental?”
“It was a lesson in how brainwashed we are as to who wears feminine clothes and makeup,” he answers, amused.
I laugh. “You were seduced by a femboy!”
“Oh, definitely.”
“That’s amazing.”
“The way he either seduced us or challenged us or promised us… either way, not one of us backed down. I think we all reacted to a different tactic he took, and let me tell you, he played us all right into his hand.”
“Into his hole,” I correct, earning myself more laughter.
“Yes. Definitely. But anyway. Yeah. For me, I don’t necessarily think it has anything to do with attraction.
Not the person we’re fucking together, and not when I’m experimenting to answer a question inside me.
You are someone I’m attracted to, which makes it very different.
But when we’re hooking up with a common denominator?
I’m pretty confident that it’s something we’re doing together to be together.
There’s no touching each other. Not that kind of together. ”
“I get it. I understand.”
“Good. I feel like maybe I’m talking in circles.” Denny kisses my head again. “Have we ruined dinner?”
I hum. Maybe a little. “Nah. It might not be as good once reheated, but it’ll still be fine. Want to check on Ty, and I’ll get dinner finished?”
“Yep. Sounds good. Keep those slutty socks on.”
“It’s a good thing you keep the house warm,” I note as I push myself up and look down at him. Jesus fuck, he’s hot. I touch his lips with my finger. “Thanks for trusting me with that, Denny. Strangely, I feel better about your questions now, understanding where you’re coming from.”
He touches the back of his fingers to my cheek. “I don’t know what we’re doing or what’s going to come of this, but I don’t want to fuck it up because I didn’t properly tell you something that I should have.”
“If it’s something you want to do, we can keep talking about it,” I say, though I still kind of hate the idea.
“I don’t know if I want to. I miss the… closeness, maybe?
The bonding between my friends and me. Sometimes I feel like it’s an extra adrenaline of connection.
The group activities strengthen our friendship somehow.
But I’d be lying if I said I actually want to fuck someone else, you know? Where’s the middle ground in that?”
I press my lips to his knuckles. “I don’t know. But we’ll keep talking about it and maybe come up with a solution?”
He hums.