Chapter 39 Trouble
Trouble
‘Tis I, Trouble, Queen of Brand-New Bi Guys, Protector of Three-Way Pleasures, Breaker of Dude-bro’s Virginities—and I’m living my very best life.
I have three fingers lodged in Will’s ass, and Mattie is lying flat on his back, freshly fucked, and completely immobile except for tiny, involuntary twitches that ripple through him at regular intervals, tensing his abs and making his neck arch back.
His eyelids flutter open when I stroke Will’s gland, forcing a deep, desperate growl from his chest.
“Mattie,” I say quietly, “you’re going to want to see this.”
Mat rolls onto his side, groaning from the effort, and faces Will.
I gently nudge Will so he moves onto his side too.
Two big, beautiful boys face each other.
They’re lying close, almost touching. I lift Will’s top leg and push it up, bending it at the knee and hooking it over Mat’s hip.
I straddle Will’s bottom thigh and line my dick up with his ass.
“Here,” says Mattie, holding the bottle near Will’s face, “smell this.”
“Do I need it?”
“Yeah.” Mattie smiles. “Trust me, bud, you do. You really fucking do.”
I feel overcome at the sight of them like this, lying face-to-face, talking sweetly about how to best handle taking my dick.
It’s almost too much. I’m so turned on that the skin on my shaft is pulled dangerously tight and I’m leaking long, silvery streams from my tip.
My hands shake as I lube up again. I still haven’t come, and I need to.
Badly. I pulled out of Mat before I got there, pacing myself so I’d have enough left over to give to Will.
Will breathes in what Mat offers. His pupils dilate and his mouth slackens.
“Stroke his dick, Mattie,” I say. Will shoots me a look of intense gratitude.
I hold my dick at the base and guide myself in, easing my head into his tight heat.
His whole body tenses as he cries out. Mat makes a soft, sympathetic sound and lifts the leg draped over him a little higher, then he reaches down and sets to work, lubing and stroking Will’s dick.
“Slowly. Don’t make him come,” I warn Mat as I nudge myself in a little deeper, holding steady as Will’s body rebels and a series of strangled whimpers seep from between his clenched teeth.
I wait until I’m sure he’s ready and then give him a little more.
He grunts in relief when I win out against his vise-like second sphincter.
He reaches for me like he’s reaching through clouds or fog, sighing softly as he drags a big hand down my belly. I keep moving slowly and gently, but Jesus, it’s getting harder and harder. My balls are pulled up hard, and my hips are screaming, “Fuuuuuck!”
He’s tight and so hot inside. God. So beautiful and so male. It’s taking everything I have not to rip into him. My breathing is unsteady, coming in great wracking gasps as I struggle to fight my base nature.
He looks so fucking hot like this. No one alive wears horniness better than Will.
Normally, his face is on the far edge of masculine.
Hard lines, dark features. Now he’s tipped over the edge.
Black stare, mouth gaping. Heavy brow and deep grunting.
He’s gone from man to caveman, and sweet Jesus, he makes it look good.
He tears his eyes from mine and turns to Mat again. Mat leans his forehead lightly against Will’s and then plants the softest of kisses all over his face. My heart clenches so hard that my chest aches.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Someone get the smelling salts. I’m swooning.
Run! It’s a fucking emergency.
I keep going, trying to keep my movements fluid and smooth, but it’s costing me.
Pleasure swirls up my thighs and down my torso.
Will still tenses and grimaces with every thrust. Just when I’m starting to think I might need to move him into a different position to see if that works better for him, Mattie whispers, “Will, d’you want me to make you feel better? ”
“Unnng,” groans Will, nodding against Mat’s cheek.
This whole situation is beyond giving me life.
So far beyond it, I feel like I’m levitating or something.
I watch with interest, almost frozen. I think maybe Mat’s going to get more serious about working Will’s dick with his hand or maybe, he’s going to try to find a way to get that big, beautiful drooling cock in his mouth.
But no.
It’s better than that. It’s so much better that it takes me several long seconds to work out what’s actually happening. Mat swivels around, facing away from Will, turning so they’re spooning.
No!
Surely not?
He scoots his body back, doing that sexy little butt shuffle that’s absolutely goddamn guaranteed to get you fucked.
“Like this?” he asks softly.
Sweet Jesus. I must have been a fucking saint in a previous life.
Will makes a rough, guttural sound and grabs hold of Mat’s hip so hard I can tell it will leave marks.
Mat reaches back and guides Will’s dick into him.
My head swims from the image. My eyes are fixed on them.
Two perfect men—and they’re under my spell.
Heat erupts on my face and my neck and travels slowly down.
I keep moving, sliding my dick in and out, moving smoothly but still shallow.
Will looks severely dazed by the sensation coming at him from both sides, and damn, it’s hot.
I thrust a little deeper. Sinews in his neck tense, and when he turns to look at me, there’s so much pressure in his face that it looks like his eyes are bulging a little.
He looks totally stuffed. Full to bursting.
Moaning his ass off and writhing from what we’re doing to him.
“Think you can handle the rest of it?” I purr.
Mat bites back a quick laugh. Will’s mouth drops open in shock. His eyes widen, then spark with the darkest desire I’ve ever seen, and he moans, “Give me everything you’ve got, Pretty Boy.”
Um, self-actualization, is that you, babe?
I snap my hips and glide home. Every good feeling that’s ever existed shoots up my cock and cradles my balls, leaving me quivering and grunting in pleasure.
Will yells out as the impact from my movement flows through him and into Mat, choking garbled words of pleasure from both of them.
We start moving in earnest. My thrusts are deep and long, still gentle, still careful, but we’re doing it now.
We’re fucking for real. I keep moving, and Mat starts frenetically jacking his dick, gently rocking his hips back and forth, impaling himself deeper on Will.
I can tell what he’s doing makes his hole clench because as he picks up his pace, Will thrashes and howls intermittently, bucking between us to get more of Mat and me in turn.
His ass starts to flutter around my dick, soft, tell-tale spasms of what’s to come.
He arches his head back and then slams it forward, finding Mat’s meaty shoulder and sinking his teeth in.
It’s the last thing I consciously see. My vision fades.
My orgasm roars in my ears, thundering through me, twisting me, and bending my spine backward.
My load erupts out of me with a force I’m sure can’t be human.
I rocket through time and space, catapulted into the stars.
Ecstasy and euphoria are all I know. They take me and shake me, clenching me and mangling me, until I’m so weak I can’t move a muscle.
When I open my eyes, I find I’ve collapsed onto Will. His chest is still heaving, and Mat is moaning softly. I pick myself up and extricate myself from his body. He winces and shivers as I pull free.
I crawl up the bed so I’m close to his head and lean over, tucking my hair back behind my ears, taking turns to kiss him and then Mat.
Sweet smiles flicker on two sets of fucked-out faces as my lips connect with their skin.
I run my hands lightly over their cheeks and knot them in their hair.
I kiss them again and again until Mat moves free of Will and looks up at me with a drunk, blissed-out expression.
“Do you need anything, Mattie?” I whisper to him. He shakes his head sluggishly. “What about you, baby?” I ask Will. “Need some water or something sweet to eat? How ‘bout some Tylenol?”
“You don’t have to do that…” grumbles Will.
“Do what?” I tease, knowing full well he’s about to walk into the comeback I’ve been waiting for all my life.
“…coddle us, or whatever it is you’re doing.”
“Yeah, you don’t need to coddle us,” agrees Mat.
“Sure I do,” I say firmly, fighting hard to hold back the smile threatening to take over my face. “Coddling dude-bros who just got their virgin holes slammed is my favorite part.”