Chapter 56 #2
The water around us moves, and my eyes open.
Mackie’s are closed as he leans into me, digging his nails into my chest. His cock, hard and long, presses against me, but I look over his shoulder.
I expected to see possessiveness and jealousy in Noah’s gaze, but it seems after our discussion, he’s pushing that aside.
We share a look, and he wades through the water until he’s pressed against Mackie’s back.
I feel his hands slide around his sides, but I ignore them as Mackie pulls away.
His eyes fly open as he tries to turn, but we keep him trapped between us.
His plush mouth is red from how hard I kissed him, and his cheeks are flushed with desire.
He looks confused as his eyes flit to mine.
I see worry in their depths, something we need to remove.
We need this, all of us. Nothing will break us.
This isn’t about sex. It’s so much more.
Noah and I have been talking a lot recently.
We don’t know what is normal in these relationships, so we are just following what feels right to us.
We don’t mind sharing Mackie if he’s between us and it’s what he wants.
There is nothing between Noah and me other than friendship and love for the same man, love we want to flourish until he never worries again.
It was an uncomfortable conversation to have, that’s for sure, but we needed to be frank about our limits.
It brought us a lot closer, and after the hospital, we have newfound respect and tolerance for each other.
We might never be best friends, but there’s one thing we agree on—we love Mackie more than we hate each other.
Sliding my hands down his sides, I grip his trunks and start to tug them down, but he struggles and pushes against me.
“Conan,” he murmurs. “Noah, I’m sorry. I got carried away—” His words cut off as Noah bites his neck.
Mackie’s eyelids flutter shut for a moment, his face going slack with ecstasy.
That fucking look . . . I almost spill in my borrowed fucking shorts.
I want to see it when he comes. I want to see it while he’s between us, being worshiped like he should be.
He loves and gets us both in every way he wants.
“Stop thinking, baby,” Noah whispers when he releases his skin, leaving a teeth imprint behind. “I like having you right in front of me, in my arms. Don’t think, not tonight. Leave that to us—”
“But,” he protests, so taking a page out of Noah’s book, I bite the other side of his neck.
He yelps, but his head falls to the side to give me better access as I sink my teeth in until he jerks against me, rolling his hips, then I pull away, soothing the bite with my tongue.
When I lift my head, I understand why Noah did it.
The satisfaction of seeing my mark on his neck has me swelling in my shorts.
I’ve never been one for marking, but seeing Mackie with my bite, knowing he’s mine?
The idea drives me crazy, so I bite his collarbone until he pushes me away.
“Conan, Noah, what’s going on?”
“What did he just say?” I murmur as I roll my eyes up to meet his as I slide my mouth down and curl my tongue around his nipple. He fights his desire, swaying between us. “No thinking.”
“But this— I—”
Noah’s hand covers his mouth, stopping his words, and his eyes widen. “Looks like we’ll need to show him and keep him silent.”
“I can take care of that,” I promise, and he removes his hand. Gripping Mackie’s chin, I drag his head up before he can protest any more, then I press my lips to his. He answers, and our tongues tangle again. Our kiss is slow at first, but I demand more, and it soon turns wild.
I feel Noah moving, then Mackie’s shorts slide down between us, his cock springing free until it’s pressed against me. Sliding one hand down, I curl my hand around his length, squeezing and sliding it through my fist. The sound of water lapping faster reaches me as he moans and kisses me harder.
Tightening my hand around his cock, I squeeze until he pulls away. His eyes open as he silently begs me to stop, panic in his gaze as Noah moves behind him. Mackie jerks and falls forward, widening his legs.
“Wait—wait—” Mackie’s words end in a loud groan, his head falling forward to my chest as he whines, and I know Noah is inside him. That noise drives me crazy every time I push into him.
Lifting his head, Mackie tries to escape when he realizes what’s happening, protests slipping from his throat. Mackie always wants to make everyone happy, but tonight is all about him.
“Shh,” Noah whispers before biting down. “Be a good boy and kiss Conan. Let him feel your desire while I work inside you.”
“I— You—” He shakes his head, grabbing my shoulders and holding on as he falls forward into me from the force of Noah’s thrust. “Conan, I’m sorry—”
“Why are you sorry, beautiful?” I murmur as I squeeze his cock until his eyes roll back. “I’m next. You’re going to take both of us, aren’t you?”
“He will. He likes to go more than one round, don’t you?” Noah teases, licking Mackie’s neck until he cries out, thrusting his cock into my hand with every movement from Noah. The water moves faster as he speeds up.
“Fuck, you should feel how tight he is, how much he loves this,” Noah growls, and then he lifts Noah and presses him closer. “Feel.”
My eyes meet his for a second before I angle myself, finding his hole and slowly pushing inside as Mackie cries out, clawing at us as I claim him with a few thrusts. He squeezes me like a fist, lost between us.
“Fuck, he loves this.” I pull free, and Noah slams back inside him, forcing him against me as I stroke his cock.
His head rests against Noah’s shoulder as he cries out.
“You loved being fucked by your two daddies, don’t you?
Love being used and filled by us, knowing we’ll be going all night until every part of you is filled with our cum.
Your ass and pretty mouth are all ours.”
Mackie gasps, reaching for me, and then we kiss again as the water splashes around us from their fucking. When we break free, gasping for air, I glance at Noah.
Noah grunts, his face tight. The water moves faster as Mackie bites my lip, his cock jerking in my grip until he cries out, spilling over my hand as he comes.
Lifting my hand from the water, I lap at it as his eyes open and then bulge when Noah snarls and bites down on his neck.
I let them have their moment as Noah pulls his mouth free and turns Mackie’s head to kiss him as they slow to a stop.
“His turn, baby,” Noah mutters as he pulls away, then he glances at me and grins. “If he can keep up.”
My eyes narrow, and I slide my hand down, lifting Mackie higher. I force his legs up until they wrap around me while I shove my shorts down and press my cock against his ass. He leans back, and Noah catches him as his eyes open and lock on me in shock, like he didn’t actually believe I would.
“Don’t worry, I’ll last longer than him,” I taunt, and Noah flips me off even as he supports Mackie’s back while his legs are anchored around my waist. His head rolls on Noah’s shoulder as he arches, pressing deeper onto me.
“You feel his tight ass and then tell me that,” Noah grumbles as he kisses Mackie’s cheek. “He drives me crazy.”
“You and me both,” I force out through gritted teeth as I work deeper, his ass gripping me tightly. “Fuck, baby boy, you have to let me in. I need this tight ass.”
He whines but relaxes, and I thrust deep inside him. I start to move slowly, but his nails dig into my arms, and I can’t help but let go. I hammer into him so hard, he cries out, writhing between us.
“That’s it, baby, take your other boyfriend and let him fill you,” Noah croons in his ear, and Mackie tightens around me to the point of me grunting, struggling to get deeper inside him.
Noah’s hand almost touches me as he grips Mackie’s length, but nothing matters right now, only the pleasure building in me until my balls tighten.
“Come for me, baby boy. Let me feel it,” I order through clenched teeth, and he whines but arches up, taking me deep as he spills across Noah’s hand. I let go, shattering with my own cry and filling him with my release.
When I can see again, I meet Noah’s gaze. “Told you I’d last longer.”
“Right, let’s go again,” he hisses, making me laugh.
Mackie sighs between us. “Perverts, both of you.”
“Don’t you forget it, baby boy.” I kiss him before turning his head, and Noah kisses him as well before we relax, letting the pool water lap at us.
After playing a bit more in the pool, we retire to the big loungers. Mackie is between us on the wide lounger bed. Propping myself up with one arm, I look down at him as he tries to calm down and slow his breathing.
“That was only round one, baby boy. Tonight is all about you, and we are going to show you just how much we both love you,” I say as I tilt his chin up until he looks at me. Noah buries his head against Mackie’s shoulder and trails his fingers down his side, teasing him.
His eyes widen as I lean in and kiss him again, ready for round two, then three, then four, until he never forgets he belongs to us.