Chapter 27 Will #4
Beside me, Mat falters. I hear it in a slight catch in his breathing.
I know that sound. He made it the first time he spoke to Julie Dawson after having a crush on her for most of our sophomore year.
At the time, he lost his train of thought and let out a choked squeaky sound.
It’s a sound he makes when he’s catastrophically nervous.
I step up to the plate now the same way I did then. I take control of the situation.
I look at Trouble and then the bed.
“On your hands and knees.” My voice is thick and deep. To my endless surprise, I’m the one who sounds certain now.
Trouble’s lips twist at the corners. He crawls onto the bed in a fluid, sinuous movement, shoulders and hips rising and falling, flicking his hair so it cascades over one shoulder in a way I can’t ever imagine not being seductive.
I take a while to appreciate the sight of him on all fours.
His biceps are engaged. Light hits his hair and his eyes and glints off them.
He arches his back deeply for our benefit.
Another wave of arousal hits me. It’s like the one before, but harder.
It makes my tongue feel thick in my mouth.
My erection strains and bobs between my legs as I walk to the side of the bed he’s facing.
I brush his hair back out of his face, collecting all the flyaway whisps and pulling them into a low ponytail I secure with a circle of fingers.
He looks up at me. His eyes are laced with mischief and fire.
Taking my dick by the root, I drag the head over his lips.
His mouth drops open and he laps a bead of precum from my slit.
Mat stands beside me, watching, gradually inching closer to get a better look.
Trouble’s eyes start to flicker as he looks at me and then Mat. No, not flicker, they start to burn.
Mischief and fire turn to full-blown fury. Lust seeps out of him, sinking heavily onto the floor and swirling around the room. It’s sultry and dense. It finds us and rises. Swirling around us, binding us, winding its way around and through us until we’re completely powerless against it.
Trouble nuzzles my cock, running his nose and cheeks along its length before taking it into his mouth.
He groans as he does it, a soft, lusty sound that makes me feel like parts of me are being eroded.
I slowly start to unravel, rubbed raw and spinning.
I’m weather-beaten and battered, and all it’s taken is a dip into his mouth.
Mat takes a quick breath in. He must be feeling shaky because he raises an arm and hooks it over my shoulder for balance.
Trouble’s eyes darken and a light tremor passes through him.
He likes it.
He sucks my dick hard, making it pop as he releases it, diving back down and taking it again and again.
His tongue swirls around me, undulating and bathing me in pleasure so extreme I find it almost impossible to stand still and take it.
When I feel myself quicken, I pull out, provoking an angry little growl from Trouble.
I wait until he looks at me, then I lean in close to Mat, so close, I know he’ll be able to feel my breath on his neck.
I watch and wait until Trouble’s eyes glaze over.
“Feed him your dick,” I whisper to Mat, giving him the thick handful of Trouble’s hair like I’m handing over a set of reins. Trouble shudders again. Harder this time. So hard his shoulders visibly quake. “Look, he wants it. Give it to him.”
Mat steps forward, and I watch as his erection disappears into Trouble’s beautiful face.
Mat hisses and tenses, clenching his ass cheeks as the sensation hits him.
I can’t blame him. I know what it’s like to be in Trouble.
Wet and warm. Soft and inviting. Endlessly enticing.
Something that could cost you and change you.
Something you know you could get lost in.
Something you want to get into, even though you have no idea where it will take you.
I clamber onto the bed and shuffle on my knees into position behind Trouble.
I rake blunt nails along the curve of his back, waking his nerves and giving him time to anticipate what I’m going to do next.
When his skin breaks out in a rash of goosebumps, I dig my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and peel back the last layer between the known and the unknown.
I wait for it to hit: the fear, the shame, the regret.
It doesn’t.
Instead, I find myself stunned. Stupefied as I take in an ass that makes every other ass I’ve ever seen fade into oblivion.
It’s a muscular dream. Firm flesh, supple skin.
Solid muscle that’s so round and enticing, I honestly don’t know if I want to slap it, sink my teeth into it, or fall to my knees and worship it.
Well, since I’m already on my knees…
I take his cheeks in both hands, jiggling them for a second, hypnotized by the gentle bounce, before prying them apart.
His hole is like the rest of him—beautiful.
Tiny and pink, totally hairless. It winks sweetly at me, a siren song that resonates under my skin and deep in my bones.
I answer by mashing my face into it. I lathe my tongue over and around it, spurred on by the harsh, guttural sound it forces out of Trouble.
I look up and see Mat watching me. His head is tilted back and his eyes are tracking slowly.
“Condoms and lube?” I pant.
He points wordlessly to the bedside table closest to me. I find what I need and get back in position.
“You have to prep me,” says Trouble. His voice sounds thin and far away. “You have to stretch my…”
“What?” I chuckle. “You think straight people don’t have butt sex?”
My eyes meet Mat’s, and we both break into big, toothy grins.
It’s a quick, innocent little gesture that shatters the tension in the room and puts it back together harder and sharper than before.
Mat strokes Trouble’s face softly and says, “Hate to break it to you, Trouble, but you’ve fallen prey to a couple of born-again ass men. ”
Trouble shivers and makes a thick, gurgling sound as Mat shoves his cock back into his mouth.
I slide a single, slippery finger into his hole. It clenches and quickly relaxes against the intrusion. Quivers of excitement shoot up my arm and down my legs. I start moving my hand, totally transfixed as I watch my digit glide in and out of the hot body before me.
Oh fuck, that’s beautiful.
“You’ve got to see this,” I mumble. Mat looks up, considers my statement for a moment, and then extricates himself from Trouble.
He crawls over to me and sits back on his heels, watching intently as I sink one finger and then two into Trouble.
I let my fingers slide out and take Mat’s hand in mine, squeezing a generous dollop of lube onto his fingers.
He moves a little closer to me to get into the right position, and a hairy thigh scours mine, heating one side of my body.
Mat slides his fingers into the tight pucker before us.
We take it in turns. His fingers and then mine.
Both shining and slick when we withdraw them.
Rubbing together as they slide over and under each other, seeking the heat Trouble holds inside him.
When it’s Mat’s turn, I part Trouble’s cheeks and hold him open.
He does the same when it’s mine. I swivel my fingers around, making sure I coat every inch of Trouble’s tight, narrow passage.
I insert my fingers fully and dip them down, curling them toward his pubic bone.
Trouble lets out a loud string of expletives.
“Hit it like you’re going for indirect G-spot pressure,” I say to Mat.
Trouble moans and arches his back.
Mat reaches inside him and crooks his fingers, feeling around for that sensitive bundle of nerves. I take his hand in mine and gently slide it a little deeper up Trouble’s ass. He swears viciously again and starts moaning and gasping for breath.
“Ready,” he rasps. “Ready. I’m ready.”
Mat and I smile at each other.
“Trouble,” I say softly, as I roll a condom on, “I want you to look at my boy as I fuck you.” Trouble groans, long and thirsty. The sound goes through me and settles heavily in my balls. “The whole time, okay? I want him to see exactly what I’m doing to you. Can you do that for me?”
“Unggg,” he chokes out.
I line myself up, waiting until Mat has Trouble by the hair again and I’m absolutely positive he has his undivided attention. I press my cockhead down with my thumb and thrust in. His ass spasms, and I hear the familiar, primal sound human beings make when their assholes are breached.
I love that sound.
I live for that sound.
His ring squeezes my head hard, and I wait and wait.
I wait even though waiting feels like a choke collar pulling tight.
I wait until his grip on me softens and he expels a soft shuddery sigh.
The second he does, I snap my hips and thrust into him fully.
He cries out loudly and his fingers dig into the bedding, balling up handfuls and clutching them for all he’s worth.
My gaze follows the line of his back as it tenses and arches.
It tracks up the back of his head and continues moving up Mat’s body.
Mat’s looking down at Trouble, breathing heavily through his mouth.
His eyelids look heavy, and he expels a rough sound from his chest the second Trouble takes him into his mouth.
His eyes slam shut and his jaw starts working.
I can tell he won’t last long, so I match my thrusts with his, driving my dick into Trouble’s ass at the same time Mat fucks his mouth.