4. Phoenix
CHAPTER 4
PHOENIX
During the week, my alarm, which tried hard in the mornings to wake me with annoying reminders at five-minute increments, was silent when I blinked my eyes open at four something in the morning. I was guessing at the time because when I woke, almost complete darkness surrounded me despite blinking several times.
And I had no clue where I was.
Not quite awake, I sucked in a sharp breath and noticed the scent surrounding me wasn’t unfamiliar, but also not my own. Then came the realization that the bed was far more comfortable than the double I slept in most nights. But it was the blackness of the room that was a dead giveaway. When I slept at home, I lifted my blinds and left my semi-sheer floral curtains closed, letting in the moonlight.
When I lifted my head off the luxurious pillow, my eyes searched around the space. I found and then squinted at the dim white numbers. When they registered in my groggy brain, I remembered the clock on a nightstand when they tucked me into bed the night before. I groaned at the confirmation of my estimation of the early hour before flopping back down and sinking into the lush mattress.
Unsurprised by how comfortable I felt in a strange place, I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes with every intention of falling back to sleep, but the bed shifted and my bladder made itself known.
Fuck a duck sideways on a pogo stick!
I sat up, squinting as I glanced around the room, the light from the clock providing no proper direction. A huff escaped as I struggled, searching for a way out of the blankets and the warmth encompassing me, which doubled my irritation.
As soon as I succeeded in my escape, a muscled, hairy arm wrapped around my torso and hauled me back against a solid, fuzzy chest.
Then I heard a whisper, which made my dick perk up.
“Where are you going, Sunshine?”
“Cheese and crackers! You can’t use that deep rumble of a sleep-laden voice on me when my… never you mind. Can you point me toward the bathroom? Or better yet, push me in the right direction and with a bit of luck, I’ll stumble into the actual door,” I whisper yelled.
“It’s not that dark.”
“How many fingers are in front of your face?” I paused for a moment. “The answer is none because it takes effort to wave my hand around and I’m concentrating on not peeing myself! Besides, you couldn’t see them anyway because of the inherent absence of any light in this room! So, can you point out the bathroom, please?”
Luka opened his hand over my chest and the sudden need evaporated, leaving in its wake a shiver of anticipation. Then Burton ran his fingers along my jawline and I gasped.
Shit! Morning breath!
I bolted out of Luka’s hold and fell off the end of the bed onto the floor.
“Fuck!”
I clucked my tongue at Burton. “That seems the only word you know.”
“It’s because you’ve made it a habit of saying outrageous things or somehow hurting yourself.”
“Nah, it didn’t hurt. I’m clumsy and when I have my mind on something else, everything around me falls by the wayside.”
Without standing, I crawled my way straight and found a door. I opened it and stood, reaching out, and searching for the light. I slammed my eyes shut when the space brightened.
“Score!” I said, “Okay! Be right back.”
I shut the door behind me and stumbled closer to my goal, letting out a sigh of relief. After I washed my hands, I noticed a toothbrush laying in the plastic mold on the counter. Hoping it wasn’t Burton’s, I scrubbed my teeth and tongue before rinsing with the mouthwash. By the time I finished, my body sagged with the need for more sleep.
When I shut off the light, I blinked, getting adjusted to the darkness before opening the door and running straight into a solid chest. Burton’s this time; it was less hairy.
“I didn’t mean to curse.”
“Oh, Burton, I didn’t mean it as a criticism.”
It was then I realized something.
“Wait, whose room did we sleep in?”
Luka grunted, before a lamp from the nightstand brightened. “Mine.”
“Again, not helping with the seductive voice there, Luka. Okay, and for the sake of clarification, we, meaning Burton and I, slept in your bed, with you, and I don’t remember any of it?”
My eyes took in the elegant room. A fuzzy rug spanned the floor under both nightstands and the bed, taking up most of the space. There was a beige loveseat next to the bay window. But the centerpiece in the room was the king-sized plush cloud of softness covered with a steel blue duvet and underneath, crisp white sheets where Luka; the shirtless, tempting man sat.
Another grunt, followed by, “Well, you stayed awake long enough for a movie and dinner, but soon after, you sagged against B and fell asleep. I carried you up to bed since B insisted my bed was the one spacious enough to hold all of us, which is funny considered we slept sandwiched next to each other the entire night. We joined you after I finished up some accounting and B worked out and showered.”
It all came flooding back. After I asked, on impulse, about the chance of the three of us having sex, both of them expressing concern, wondering if they pressured me into asking that question.
“No, I want to know because if the two of you don’t want me to suck your dicks or have both of you inside me… one at a time unless I’m outright prepared for it, or other sexually explicit scenarios I could come up with, then I would like to know. Not about the double penetration part, but about the not wanting to have sex with me part.”
Luka’s jaw dropped, and Burton doubled over and held his stomach, moaning in pain. When I went to check on him, he had tears streaming down his face before he fell over onto the floor, laughing.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Petal?”
With narrowed eyes, I glared at a sleep ruffled Burton. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot, forgetting I was wearing low-rise green trunks and nothing else. I still managed a pout. “You laughed at me.”
“No, I wasn’t laughing at you, Petal. What I am is immature and obstinate. So when you said ‘double penetration’ without pause, I didn’t know whether to laugh or try it. I sure as fuck knew I didn’t have near enough lube in my room and before I could ask Luka if his supply was stocked, laughter won out. You startled me and what you said turned me on. My dick was confused.”
Luka snarled, “B, please stop saying dick when we’re all but naked. I going to brush my teeth and after?—”
“Naked fun times?” I asked.
“Kissing, I was going to say kissing.”
“ And then naked fun times?”
“What if I say yes?” Luka shot back.
“Yay for me.”
“And for me,” Burton agreed. “I’ll be back.”
Watching Burton’s backside as he left the room was an experience I’ll not soon forget.
But when Luka stood with his back to me, rummaging through his dresser, holy hotness, who knew that little dip at his lower back was so sexy. I wanted to run my tongue over it and trail down…
Luka turned toward me and my eyes met his amused gaze until they dropped toward my pulsing cock, outlining my already tight trunks.
When my eyes moved for evidence of his reaction to my near nakedness, I became mesmerized by his belly. I’d never thought about whether I liked hairy or smooth men, but everything about Luka called for me to touch and caress. Also, his stomach wasn’t as flat as Burton’s, yet my hands tingled in anticipation.
Fuck!
As I wondered whether he was salty or sweet, I licked my lips.
“Sunshine,” he started walking backward toward the bathroom, “hold that thought.”
My mouth turned down, and I crossed my arms over my chest, petulant.
“Fine!”
I lunged for the bed and spread out when I landed on the soft comforter. The early fall morning held a chill in the air, so without the heat from both men surrounding me, I shivered. I snuggled under the sheets and closed my eyes, savoring the coziness in my enclosure with the mingled scents of the two men I wanted more than my next breath.
Without realizing it, I’d fallen asleep and dreamed of kisses and rough hands over my soft skin as I arched into the imaginary touch, wanting it to be real.
Never had my fantasies been so vivid.
“Sunshine, can we touch and kiss you?”
Relief and something I couldn’t identify unfurled in my chest as I became conscious. At least I hoped I was.
“Yes… please! Need you both.”
Fingers caressed my cheek, brushed along my neck, and a gasp of surprise escaped me as they brushed one of my distended nipples, causing my back to arch into the touch.
Without shame and craving Luka and Burton more than my next breath, I scrambled to remove my trunks, leaving me bare and desperate for their touch.
“Oh, if I’m dreaming, please don’t wake me up.”
The two men settled next to me on the bed.
“You’re not dreaming, Petal, because my imagination pales compared to you right here in this bed, all flushed and delectable as you lay naked, wriggling between us.”
Burton skimmed his hand up my thigh before swallowing my gasp into his mouth.
I keened at the delicious sensations from his touch and our kiss.
The pressure on my lips and his teasing, searching tongue caused my cock to pulse and my entire body jerked, ready for release. It was too early; the last thing I wanted was to come.
I ripped my mouth away and panted out, “I’m… can’t… don’t want to come.”
Luka pressed soft kisses along my cheeks, brushing against my swollen, sensitive lips, before burying his face into my neck and nipping at the sensitive skin under my ear.
“Ah, yes!”
Burton made his way down my chest, his lips teasing my nipples with his hot breath and a dart of his tongue as he tasted me there.
It ramped up my desire to come, and I glanced down to see a pool of precome near my belly button.
“Maybe we should edge him?” Burton asked.
I’ve watched plenty of porn, not bragging or anything, but there isn’t much in stimulation when you’re alone and working most of the time. I understood what edging was, and it hadn’t appealed to me in the past and didn’t now.
“Burton… what’s your full name?”
“Burton Maxwell Horváth.”
I glanced at the other man. “Luka Kavka.”
“And I’m Phoenix Henrik Aalto. If you edge me, I’ll move off this bed, find lube, and kneel on the couch with my ass on display for you, and finger myself until it drives you insane and I come all over myself. All of it without letting you near me.”
Luka’s deep rumble of a laugh, I’m ashamed to admit, almost made me shoot off like a rocket. I strangled my cock in my fist and breathed through my nose.
“You wouldn’t let us touch you?” Burton asked with a mischievous smile on his face.
I beamed back at him. “Not if you’re going to deny me pleasure.”
The bigger man shrugged and tucked himself back against my neck, inhaling before pressing his lips to my skin. “Your taste is nothing I’ve ever experienced before. If all I have throughout my life is touching you like this, I’d die a lucky man.”
“And your voice when you’re turned on… fuck me.”
Instead of taking offense, Burton kissed down my chest, sitting up on his knees before shuffling down until he settled between my legs. My mouth watered as I watched, in those few seconds, Burton’s proud cock on display. I opened my thighs wider, brushing against Luka’s girth, which made me suck in a shocked breath.
“Are you both hung with width enough to make me drool?”
“And now you understand why you shocked us with the double penetration subject.”
I huffed and opened my mouth to comment, but Luka beat me to it.
“It would hurt and we’d never do that to you. Ever, Sunshine, so get that thought out of your head.”
One nod was the only sign I gave to tell him I understood because Burton’s tongue shot out and licked at the near constant precome leaking from me. I sucked in a breath and Luka froze next to me. With deliberate movements, his head rose as he scrutinized every one of Burton’s motions. The licking moved onto taking my sensitive dick into his mouth as he sucked on me like a lollipop.
My hand reached out, and I encased Luka’s… swollen, engorged, thick, throbbing… I couldn’t pick an adjective. Each word described his marvelous cock. With Burton’s mouth on me and Luka leaking against my hip as I grasped him, all rational thought fled, and I let go. If I was coming, I hoped to take the other two with me.
With my free hand, I reached out and grabbed Burton by the hair, lifting his head off my cock. A dazed expression; an unfocused gaze and swollen lips made Burton even more of a temptation.
“Come up here.”
Without wavering, he climbed up my body and fit his hips against mine. When our cocks brushed together, he tipped his head back and cursed.
I locked my legs behind his hips and, with the scant brain cells I had left, I turned to Luka.
“I want to suck you until you come. Please?”
After a long, silent pause, Luka climbed onto his knees and wriggled closer, all without me letting go of his cock. Tilting my head to the side, I cupped his tight ass with one hand and swallowed him down in a swift movement.
Watching me inhale his best friend’s dick had the desired outcome when Burton’s body lurched forward and our cocks slid together, slick with our combined excitement, adding to the immense sensations.
Forgetting to take Luka’s cock out of my mouth before speaking, I mumbled my demand toward Burton, which had the benefit of Luka dribbling into my mouth.
“Burton, you need to rub your cock against mine because when Luka pours down my throat, I want to feel your hot come on my stomach and chest.”
I then lost myself in sensation. My hole clenched, feeling bereft. But listening to both men seeking their pleasure with my cock trapped between Burton’s body as we rubbed together while Luka carded his fingers through my hair, chanting my name over and over, and I soon tensed as my spine tingled with the onslaught of my release.
Luka’s entire length filled my throat, and I whined against his hardness as my orgasm struck me with breathless violence.
My hand flexed on Luka’s firm ass, my pinkie brushing against his crack, and he stiffened before his cock swelled, shooting his hot come down my throat as his body shivered above me. My tongue swiped at the last of his come, but as his body quavered with overstimulation, I drew off of him.
Burton growled, “Fuck, I want to come inside you.”
“Next time, bah! I want to clench down as both of you fill me, but for now, mark me!”
As he writhed on top of me, he reached for Luka and captured his mouth in a scorching kiss.
My dick jumped and dribbled at the sight.
Luka reached down without breaking the kiss and ran the tip of his finger around the crown of Burton’s pulsing prick, but when his thumb ran over his frenulum, Burton clung to the bigger man and devoured Luka’s mouth.
Hot ropes of come painted my stomach and streaked over one nipple. I reached up, curious, and licked the creamy essence of Burton off my thumb.
“Fuck!”
Both men fell onto the bed next to me as I slow blinked. My body sunk into the bed and because of the heat given off by Luka and Burton’s mere presence, I felt warm and safe.
“Mm nnngg ff,” I mumbled, unable to form words. Exhaustion overwhelmed me. My eyes blinked closed before I drifted off into oblivion.