Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Wylde
“God, that feels good,” Thor slurred.
He’d flipped from his belly to lying on his back, Payne straddling his waist, slowly massaging oil over his pecs, up to his shoulders and across, before making his way down Thor’s arms, while I rubbed his calves and worked my way up to his thighs.
The longer I had my hands on him, the hazier everything grew.
Even the will-I-or-won’t-I tug-of-war I’d been wrestling with ever since I’d snagged that Bull and Barrel Bash flyer occupied less and less of my mind.
I reached Thor’s hips and skimmed my thumbs over Payne’s, then up to caress the thin line of flesh his crop top had left revealed.
“Can I…” I murmured, stuck for a moment, unsure of which of them to ask first.
In the end, I exhaled and went with my gut.
“Thor, can I take Payne’s top off if it’s alright with him?” I requested of them both.
“It’s more than alright with me,” Payne groaned.
“You may,” Thor replied, his voice suddenly growing deeper and growlier.
Dom voice.
I loved it. I missed it.
Fuck.
I’d needed to hear that voice directed at me for months, and there it was, ringing in my ears as I gently took hold of the hem of Payne’s top and peeled it off over his head.
For a moment, I considered flinging it somewhere, impatience almost getting the best of me, until the soft, calming haze of the moment rolled over me in a pleasant, perfect wave, reminding me that we had time.
That this wasn’t some rushed, fumbled, hasty roll in the hay made frantic by the underlying fear that someone was going to come along and ruin the moment.
We had time for me to carefully fold the garment, the rhythmic motions further settling me down.
I laid it on the coffee table beside the plates and marshmallows, squirted more pineapple-flavored massage oil into my hands, and cupped Payne’s waist, rubbing slow circles with just my thumbs as I massaged inward, towards his spine, finding spots that made him shiver and others that made him wiggle and moan.
Each of Payne’s movements brought low groans from Thor, whose hands joined mine on Payne’s body, rubbing, stroking, and caressing Payne, whose hips rolled in a languid cadence as he never stopped massaging Thor.
When I reached the back of his neck, Payne shuddered and let out a low groan, his muscles growing looser as my fingers skimmed up and down the base of his skull, silky strands falling over my hands as I drew them down to rub his shoulders.
Soft, warm skin beneath my fingers, low, pleased murmurs—his and Thor’s—mingling like the blues we’d asked the smart speaker to play. We found a rhythm, Payne and I, as I worked my way down his back again and he leaned over Thor, gliding his hands back over Thor’s pecs.
Down, up, over, across, music and motion.
I slid down Thor’s legs to rub Payne’s lace-covered ass, the texture of the cloth both smooth and a little rough where the patterns hugged his bottom.
I deliberately brushed my thumbs over Thor’s sack before turning my attention back to his thighs.
Sensual massage wasn’t just erotically exciting for the receiver, the sighs, the moans, the quivers, it was like being immersed in an achingly torturous whirlpool of pleasure, each motion sending pinpricks of desire dancing over my skin in heated bursts of needy electricity.
“You both have truly talented hands,” Thor said. “Talented enough to have left me feeling selfish to have all your attention focused on me. So, tell me what you want, and it’s yours. Anything. Everything, let me reward you both the way you deserve.”
“I’d like to move this to your bedroom, since I still have several surprises for you in mine, and then I’d like Master Wylde and I to put on a show for you,” Payne replied, without having to hesitate at all.
“No, not master tonight,” I said, “just Wylde, please.”
I could see the uncertainty flicker in his eyes as he watched me over his shoulder, then looked to Thor for confirmation that it was okay to call me that.
“Your wish is my command,” Thor replied, caressing Payne’s thigh as he spoke.
I slid off his legs and held out my hand to Payne, loving the way his fit so perfectly in mine as I helped him off Thor so he could get up.
“You haven’t told me what you’d like as your reward,” Thor said as he stood and cupped my cheek.
Nuzzling into his touch, I closed my eyes and savored the contact.
“This is my reward,” I murmured, sighing as he continued caressing my face.
I hoped he got it. I really hoped he understood, because there was nothing specific I could ask him for right now, nothing I needed, but this.
The tenderness we used to share. The connection we used to have.
Him knowing what to give me, without me ever having to verbalize my desire.
Then his fingers slid into my hair, the sharp tug forcing a hiss from me, as his lips slammed against mine, and I parted to let his tongue explore.
Rough. Aggressive. Perfect.
Moaning, I kissed him back, unable to hold back a whine when he finally released me and stepped back.
“Bedroom, now,” he declared, cracking me on the ass as Payne and I scurried past him.
It sent shockwaves through my body, straight to my brain, which jolted with pleasure, then melted as the sting radiated through me.
Payne paused, forcing me to stop too, but only long enough for him to unplug the smart speaker from where he’d placed it on the end table beside the lamp.
Then we were off again. Thanks to him, our bedroom was so tidy that even the bed was made, which was a rare thing, since Thor and I tended to not only let the alarm go off, but we hit the snooze button like it was a Vegas slot machine, then jumped out of bed at the last minute and played bumper cars on the way to the shower.
Some mornings we shared it; other times, the loser made a beeline for the coffee machine.
Needless to say, we could rarely be bothered to pull the blankets up, let alone make the bed properly the way Payne had done.
Thor stripped off his boxers, and if it wasn’t for the hold I had on Payne’s hand and the vague memory of him mentioning some kind of show, I’d have slid to my knees right then and there and begged Thor to let me suck him.
“Please don’t touch until the show is over,” Payne said when he let go of my hand to plug the smart speaker in.
I wasn’t sure if his request was a blanket one or meant just for Thor, so I kept my hands off him, despite the urges I was hit with as Thor reclined back on his elbows, cock standing up proudly from a neatly trimmed nest of curls.
Thor smirked and raised an eyebrow, and I could tell that he was enjoying the way Payne was guiding our playtime with his gentle, reproachful gaze the moment Thor reached to teasingly stroke his own cock.
Ohh, so he didn’t even want Thor to touch himself.
Nice. If this was Payne’s version of foreplay, we were going to be so wound up by the time we got down and dirty, this place between us was going to be orgasm central by the end of the night.
When Payne told the smart speaker to play “All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You” and flashed me a wicked grin, I knew I was finally going to get to do what I’d wanted to do from the moment he’d started shaking that fine ass to the beat of the songs I’d played for him on my guitar.
Payne spun around me, all grace and beauty, as I turned with him, ghosting a hand down his arm but remembering the rule about no touching, until he grabbed my hand and put it on his hips as I moved with him.
Payne’s fingers skimmed under my shirt, our bodies moving in harmony as we rocked.
He rode the knee I slid between his legs and started tugging my t-shirt off.
This time clothing flew once he’d gotten it off, and I rolled my hips, loving the way Payne’s tongue poked out as my abs rippled.
He smirked up at me when he popped the button on my jeans, then leaned back, swaying, hips rocking, never losing the beat. I did, though, when Payne leaned in and grabbed my zipper in his teeth, gaze heated as he peered up at me before slowly easing it down.
Payne rubbed his cheeks over the denim as he stood, tugging until my jeans were around my ankles and I had to step out of them to keep dancing with him.
We neared the end of the song with me in my briefs and Payne still in those lacy boy shorts, but by the time the final notes faded away, we were naked, and apparently not done dancing yet, since he told the smart speaker to play “Careless Whisper” as he wrapped his arms around my neck.
Game fuckin’ on!
I skimmed my hand down Payne’s back, moving with him as we swayed.
Those lips were right there, and I ached to claim them, but it was Payne who made the first move, tugging my head down until I finally got the kiss I’d been aching for.
He tasted of marshmallows with the faintest essence of pineapple, hips swiveling while I matched him move for move as our tongues slid together.
He broke it to throw his head back, grinding against me at that point, eyes as lust-blown as mine probably were as I watched the seductive way he moved.
We ended up with our fingers snarled in each other’s hair, a filthy make-out session ensuing long past the end of the song. It wasn’t until Thor cleared his throat that we stopped, panting, my cock rubbing against Payne’s belly; we were that close together.
“Can I please, for the love of all that’s holy, touch one of you, or myself now?” Thor growled. “’Cause that was too fuckin’ hot for words.”
“Touching would absolutely be amazing right now,” Payne offered as I reluctantly turned him loose and stepped back from him completely as Thor reached for his hand.
It was my turn to watch now, particularly the sway of Payne’s hips as he closed the distance between himself and Thor and not only took his hands but also straddled his lap and leaned over to kiss him.
The curve of Payne’s spine was too tempting to resist kissing as Thor groaned beneath him, and after discovering how sensitive his skin was and how easy it was to make him shiver beneath my touch, I took my time, licking and nipping in between kisses, sweeping his hair to the side when I reached his neck.
“W-Wylde,” Payne panted.
“What can I do for you, sweetheart?” I asked, words breathed against his skin, interspersed with kisses that made him shiver and let out a little mewl.
“P-prep me, please, please, please.”
“With pleasure.”
We had supplies in the drawer. Lube, condoms, and even a few toys, all of which had been requested by Payne in his question and answer sheet.
I’d read over it so much I practically had it memorized and quickly retrieved what I’d need to make it good for him.
Thanks to the plugs he loved, I knew he wouldn’t require much, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to have fun spreading lube around his hole before I breached him with two fingers, drawing the most delectable sounds as he whined and pressed back against them, then surged forward into Thor’s kisses.
Somehow, we’d all ended up in service to each other, and it truly was the best kind of fun, making sure he was open enough to take Thor’s fat cock, but only after I’d filled him with one of his toys.
Seeing it sinking inside of him, inch by inch, held steady by my hand as he rocked against it, was one of the best visuals of the day.
The whole time I worked it into him, I kissed his back and licked the light sheen of sweat that began to break out as he truly got himself worked up.
When he threw his head back and groaned, I withdrew it, chuckling when Thor grabbed his ass to keep him from chasing it.
I had to amend my previous statement when Payne rose and Thor guided his cock into him for one of the wildest rides I’d seen anyone take outside of on the back of a bull.
Payne started bucking the moment Thor was balls deep inside of him, chasing the first orgasm, while Thor’s low, rumbling groans filled the room.
So good. So hot. I told the smart speaker to play “I Wanna Fuck You Like an Animal” while enjoying the visual of Payne riding my best friend until he came, eager to take my turn when they were finished.
And Payne, our hot, wild, beautiful gift from Derek, somehow managed to stave off his orgasm to take me next, right there while he was still bent over Thor, clinging to him while I slid inside of him.
I took him hard, with him pinned between us, Thor’s hand in my hair, the light tugging caused by my thrusts completing the circuit of touch between us.
Pinpricks of pain, the silky feel of Payne clenching around me bringing only pleasure, I lasted as long as I could before filling the condom, but only after Payne came, howling my name as he went still.
Breathing was difficult, movement next to impossible, so I lay panting against Payne’s back, certain we were squishing Thor in the process, but it was still the best damn feeling in the world.
Too good not to try to go for round two once my heart stopped pounding.
One day and I was already hooked on Payne.
One day and I was certain he was destined to be our everything.