Chapter 24 Evan
EVAN
Oh shit. Oh God. This is happening. While Isaac’s cock thickens and throbs inside me, unleashing a flood of hot cum, Deacon’s tongue teases the base of Isaac’s dick, just barely grazing my stretched rim.
I clench around the throbbing organ inside me, working hard not to panic. The haze of lust is still thick, and I was poised on the edge of release, but now my nerves are going haywire.
Isaac’s cock slides out of my ass—or rather, it’s pulled out. Deacon slurps at it, the sound obvious behind me. Isaac’s nails dig into my ass, hanging on, but also spreading me wide as he hisses, his eyes rolling back. I touch his face, worrying his cheek and jaw with a shaky, near frantic hand.
His gaze refocuses on me, and he pulls me in for a crazy intense kiss.
“You left the door open,” Deacon rumbles, mouth hovering over my hole. I feel his breath, the vibration of his words. “So much noise.”
“Are you okay?” Isaac asks.
I nod, in shock. My dick leaks between us, and I spare a frenetic moment thinking of how I’m ruining his nice shirt.
“May I?” Deacon asks, his lips so close to my clenched, puckered asshole.
Does he want to…oh, God…
“Yeah,” I whine helplessly, burying my face in Isaac’s neck.
Deacon wastes no time, probing me open to suck my boss’s cum from my ass. And I fucking let him.
“God, oh God, oh God,” I whine against Isaac’s neck as he holds me open for Deacon and kisses any part of me he can reach.
“Shh…good boy. Let him clean you up. That’s such a good, beautiful boy.”
Fuck, I love that. He’s never talked to me like that. He’s called me his sweet little slut before, and I thought that was pretty great, but good boy hits different.
“Is his tongue in your ass, baby?”
“Mmhm.”
“He loves that gorgeous ass. We both do. We’re obsessed.”
I’m panting. “It feels…I need to come, Isaac.”
“Come, baby.”
“I can’t. I’m freaking out.” While this is nothing like anything I ever did with Hunter, my brain is gearing itself up to go into flight mode.
He lets go of my ass cheeks and runs his hands up my back, caressing me while he makes out with my neck. Deacon’s tongue licks in and out, then he plants his lips and sucks. His hand plays with my balls a moment before he starts sucking those, too.
“Do you need more or less?” Isaac asks.
“I don’t know.”
“You’re in charge, baby. We want you so much. Let us make you happy. Even if it means telling us to stop.”
“No,” I manage. I need to get through this. What do they call it? Exposure therapy? “I don’t wanna stop.”
“There’s my sweet slut.”
Isaac’s approval half melts me.
“Do you want him inside you?” he asks. “You want to get fucked by your big, hot roommate?”
Do I? Now? While I’m on top of Isaac, smelling his skin and hearing his words. Would that be weird?
What am I talking about? This is already insane.
“Tell him,” Isaac says.
“Tell him?”
“Say fuck me, Deacon. Tell him to stick that beautiful fat cock in your slick, tight ass.”
“But you—”
“That’s right, baby. I’m right here.”
Oddly, that’s actually reassuring and totally different than the last time I was in a bed with two men. Isaac cares about me. I know that. It’s in his voice, his eyes, his possessive grip on my ass. I can do this. I can try. I nod, trapping Isaac’s face against me with my arm.
“You need me to tell him?”
I nod again.
“Deacon? Will you fuck Evan’s gorgeous ass until I’m covered in his sweet cum?”
Deacon’s warmth covers my back. He’s hovering, the fabric of his loose shirt grazing my skin. “Is that what you want, Evan?”
“Yeah. Yes.”
Cool, lubed fingers glide inside me, mapping me until he finds the spot that causes me to let out a throaty moan and arch my back and present my ass.
“Are you sure? Is this okay?” I hear my roommate ask.
God, this is our first time. And we’re doing it on top of Isaac.
“I don’t know,” I breathe. “Is it?”
“I want this,” Deacon says, and I assume he means my hole.
“Okay,” I breathe. “Okay.”
After a condom packet rips open and a few heated seconds pass where I try to get control of my breathing, he enters me slowly, stuffing me inch by thick inch, a low humming noise coming from him as he moves deeper and deeper.
The cool condom quickly heats as he drags himself in and out, going a little further with each slow stroke. I clench for him, matching his pace. My eyes close at the sensation of being stretched wide again. “Fuck.”
“Does it feel good, baby?” Isaac checks in.
Fuck, yeah, it does. “Feels so good.”
“Do you want me to hold your cock?”
“Yes,” I say. “Yes, yes, yes.” That sounds amazing. This is fucking amazing.
Isaac closes his hand around my dick, and while Deacon fucks me, I thrust into Isaac’s fist. I guess Samuel had a good point about the whole front side back side thing. If I manage to calm down enough to come, I don’t know what it’s going to do to me.
I push up onto my elbows and find Isaac’s gaze on mine.
“That’s right, baby,” he says. “Eyes on me. I’ve got you.”
Fuck, that’s hot. I do as he says, staring down at him until Deacon’s strong arms move into my periphery. His mouth meets the nape of my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
His hips twist and shift and thrust, faster now with tight, sure strokes.
Isaac lifts his head to capture my lips with his. Our tongues tangle in a mindless kiss that goes on and on as the lower half of my body gets used for all its worth.
The sexy kiss is what changes me, allowing me to leave every anxiety or second guess behind.
I start to fuck Deacon back. My body moves like it’s meant to, receiving my hot roommate exactly the way I’ve wanted him so much for all these months.
“More,” I whisper to Isaac before sinking my mouth onto his again.
His tongue strokes deep, and his grip tightens on my cock, giving me the pressure I need to push through. Deacon’s mouth moves into my hair, and his breaths become hot gusts that push me tumbling over the edge.
I break the kiss with Isaac, crying out as my ass muscles contract in waves around Deacon’s driving cock. My dick erupts with what feels like an unreal amount of cum. Isaac’s hand is instantly slick with it, and he uses it to jerk more and more out onto his shirt.
“I’m coming,” Deacon says. “Fucking coming…Evan, your ass…uunhhh…” His breath catches, his hips jolt, and his cock throbs deep within me.
I drop my weight onto Isaac and let Deacon ride it out.
He uses my ass to empty himself with an endless groan of pleasure.
It feels so unbelievably good. Probably my second favorite part of sex.
For someone concerned about his topping skills, I can safely say, Deacon has nothing to worry about.
His arms shake, but he keeps himself from collapsing.
“Please be okay, baby,” Isaac whispers in my ear.
I nod, braindead and gasping.
“Did we take good care of you?”
“Mm…”
“You were perfect. Beautiful boy.”
“Isaac…”
“I love you,” he says.
“Doesn’t count,” I mumble.
“It counts,” he tells me. “You’ll see.”
Deacon’s cock leaves my ass, and I collapse onto the bed, snuggling into Isaac’s side. I need a minute. I really have gotten used to the office quickies, and I don’t know how long that was, but it was a much longer fuck than I’m used to.
Isaac reaches for Deacon, who hesitates before taking his hand and allowing himself to be pulled to Isaac’s other side.
I watch them kiss, unsure who initiates it.
I feel a pang—a twisting in my heart, but it feels less like the jealousy I expect and more like yearning.
More like desire if more desire were even possible here.
I reach across Isaac to touch Deacon’s face as their mouths move together.
Deacon covers my hand with his and sends me a heated glance.
I lick my lips, melting and shivery at the sight.
It’s sexy. So damn sexy to watch even as Isaac seems to soften before my eyes.
I definitely have always had an idea about Isaac in my head that he was the one in control.
That he needed and craved it. He was rarely vulnerable.
Granted, I got glimpses, especially over the last few weeks before he met Deacon, when, I’m now mostly convinced, he was trying to tell me something.
But whatever guard my boss managed to keep up around me is non-existent with Deacon.
I get it, though. There’s no point guarding against Deacon. When I tried to do that, I got nowhere fast. It was only when I started being direct and honest that he unlocked everything he’s got inside him. Like it was just there waiting for someone to turn the key.
Their kiss ends. Deacon’s gaze settles on me. I give him a soft smile.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
I frown.
“I saw you two, and I couldn’t…I’m not sure what came over me. I just…wanted.”
“I mean, I guess you warned me this could happen,” I say.
“I should have asked before I got involved.”
He has a point, but I admit, I hadn’t even thought about it. I was too overwhelmed. “I’m okay.”
“That was our first time,” he says.
I nod.
“I wish I’d been looking at you.”
Oh, shit. My heart. How am I supposed to survive that? “It’s okay,” I tell him. “We’re good.”
“Are you sure? You didn’t agree to this.”
I did, though. I told Isaac I would try, and having sex with him with Deacon in the apartment was a risk. Isaac was being loud—I’m sure I was, too.
Isaac wiggles his way out from between us. “You two talk.”
Deacon’s hand seems to clench on his abs like he wants him to stay, but Isaac takes that hand in his and squeezes it, sliding off the bed. “I’ll go see if the food’s here.”
I look at Deacon once Isaac has left the room. His brow is still furrowed. His mouth tense, but he’s looking at me.
“I’m not—”
He cuts me off. “We’ve never even kissed.”
“Sure we have. Remember? Last week. After dinner. I kissed you.”
“I remember. It felt like my brain got zapped.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“Good,” he says. “Every time you touch me, it feels—like I feel it everywhere.”
I reach out and touch his chest. His eyes close. He covers his hand with mine and pulls it over his bare pectoral muscle. His nipple hardens against my palm. “Like that,” he whispers. “Do you feel it?”
I have no way of knowing what he’s physically feeling, but I’m a goner for him, so the churn of emotions in my chest is stealing my breath.
I want to ask if I have a chance with him, or if I’m too late because he’s already too far gone for Isaac.
After watching the way they kissed each other, I wouldn’t be surprised if his heart was already set on him.
That looked way more than casual. “I feel a lot for you,” I tell him, just in case there’s still a chance.
His eyes open, his dark blue meeting my light blue.
I move closer, and he meets me halfway. Our lips touch.
My hand slides up to his shoulder, and I open my mouth.
His tongue licks the tip of mine lightly before our mouths seal together.
The kiss deepens exponentially. That tongue that so expertly licked my cock the other day now glides smoothly past and over mine.
His breaths suck me farther into the kiss until his hand is on my lower back, pressing our hips together.
His hard cock on my abs surprises me, and it sends me right back into slut mode.
I wrap my leg around him as he clutches my ass cheek and ruts against my stomach.
The kiss moves as we gasp. I find my mouth on his neck, sucking at his jawline as his hot breaths blow past my ear.
Between our bodies, he gathers my semi into his hand alongside his erection and works them together.
I’m gonna burn alive, it’s so hot. “Do you want me?” I ask.
“Yes,” he breathes.
“Really?” God, I’m pathetic. It seems too good to be true.
“Yes, Evan, I fucking want you.” He jerks us faster. I thrust into his hand, my ass clenching with the effort.
Our mouths connect again, and I groan, the feel of his penetrating tongue almost as good as it felt in my ass.
If I thought I didn’t have it in me to come again, I was wrong. As soon as Deacon gives a jolt, and his grip on me grows slippery with his load, I lose it, spurting suddenly between us and crying out into his mouth.
His strokes slow, but the kiss keeps going, frenzied and dizzying for a moment until it slows into something that feels close to romantic.
“Damn,” I whisper when we finally part.
I feel his smile against my sweaty cheek. “You liked that?”
“Mmhm.”
“Do you wanna give this a chance?”
“I told Isaac I’d try.”
“Because I really want to give it a chance,” he says.
“I don’t know if I’m cut out for it,” I say honestly. “But I will try.” I want them both too much not to.