Chapter 26 Evan
EVAN
Maybe putting a pause on sex with two of the most sexual men I’ve ever met was wishful thinking on my part. I’ll either be able to handle it, or I won’t.
What’s got me in it for now is the fear of someone walking away before I know how the hell this can work. They’re both so different—offering totally different comforts and pleasures and challenges. And…skills. Where I fit in, I have no idea, but it feels pretty good.
Deacon moans softly into my mouth, his hand pulling at my sweater.
Isaac is touching me, too. One of his hands is palming my ass, but I keep my eyes closed as Deacon kisses me.
I need to let myself enjoy this. They’re both amazing men, and they might want each other, but they want me, too. I can enjoy this.
Of course, that’s easy to say when I’ve got a growing erection desperate to be touched. Whatever they’re doing, it’s working.
I reach down to stroke Deacon’s cock through his pants and find Isaac’s hand already there.
My first instinct is to pull away—it’s being handled, but I still want to touch him.
When I dip lower to massage his balls, and Isaac keeps rubbing the shaft, Deacon has to break away to catch his breath.
Isaac’s mouth is on his neck, marking him.
Deacon’s eyes are closed, and his wet lips are parted.
His head drops back as we feel him up. I run a hand through his hair and reposition, stretching my legs out, which allows the two of them to get closer.
They both scoot in, Deacon’s groin seeking friction from our hands and Isaac finding a better angle to offer it.
They kiss. Taking my cue from what I’ve seen, I slide a hand along Deacon’s chest and open my mouth on the other side of his neck.
I’m rewarded with a tight clutch around my waist and a low moan. Isaac’s erection touches my thigh amidst our constantly shifting bodies. The couch sucks for this, but no one else is saying anything. Do I?
Someone grabs me and kisses me. It’s brief as people keep tugging people away.
I’m quickly losing my bearings, occasionally wondering wildly where the camera is—flashing back to the first time I did this for online content and the angles were all that mattered.
Hands touch and grab me. Mouths come and go.
Moans and soft whimpers fill the increasingly warm air.
I remind myself it doesn’t matter what I look like. All that matters is what feels good.
I still have my hand between Deacon’s legs. Isaac is grinding on my thigh. I’m pouring precum, and I have no idea what to do with my dick. “Guys,” I manage. “Bed.”
Deacon grunts, face lunging for my neck, and I melt backwards. His hand moves from my pec to my abs, and then his body is between my thighs. He’s kneeling on the ground, pulling at my pants.
Without thinking, I lift my hips, and he yanks them halfway down my legs.
My dick springs out so hard it slaps my abs, precum flying everywhere.
Isaac’s fist is immediately around my cock.
I search him out, finding him with my mouth.
He licks my tongue in long, slick slides while I hold him to me, my hand in his hair.
God, I love kissing him. I was really missing out.
Meanwhile, he’s feeding Deacon my cock. I hear my roommate’s low rumble and feel it vibrate my sensitive crown as he slurps at my overly aroused mess.
I whimper. It feels so fucking good. Isaac runs his hand up my chest while he keeps making out with me, tweaking my nipple between his fingertips and just generally feeling me up.
It really is incredibly overwhelming. I have no hope of lasting. My brain is drowning in endorphins.
“Christ, you’re fucking delicious.” Isaac inhales my scent as he pauses for a breath.
“This feels like too much.” I’m close to hyperventilating.
“Do you need to come, baby?”
“It’s too soon.”
“Mm…” He presses his mouth to my neck. “Would it feel good if you did, or would it feel better to wait?”
“It’s so intense.”
“Let it go. Kiss me. Let me hear you come for us.”
Christ.
Deacon is relentless, working magic with his tongue and sucking me down his throat.
Where did he learn to give head like this?
I thought I was good at it, but fuck. My thighs shake as the tension in my lower body builds to a breaking point.
When Deacon chokes me down again, and Isaac shoves his tongue back into my mouth, pleasure explodes, electrifying my groin and shooting cum into Deacon’s mouth.
I make a sound Isaac swallows and hums around, but then he turns to watch Deacon take my load as his lips move up and down my cock.
I have to say—it’s a pretty sight—it’s just—just— “Oh God, please…please…” I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but Deacon slides his lips slowly off me and glances at Isaac who nods.
Deacon grabs him by the jaw and brings his mouth to his. I watch Deacon’s cum-coated tongue enter my boss’s mouth, and I spurt again, untouched. “Fuck,” I gasp, watching them lick each other’s tongues—tasting me and each other.
I hear Deacon say, “I need to fuck you.”
Isaac replies with, “Let’s get back to bed.”
Deacon stands. Isaac grabs my wrist, and I scramble to my feet. Someone pulls my pants up—maybe it’s me. “What do you need me for?” I ask, genuinely curious.
Isaac chuckles and picks me up, damsel style, one arm sweeping up my legs and the other supporting my back.
I wrap my arms around his neck and don’t worry about what this looks like.
He carries me inside, all the way to his bedroom, and drops me unceremoniously on the mattress before he shucks his shirt and pants.
Deacon comes up behind him, planting kisses on his neck, running his hands up his chest. Isaac’s eyes close, and his head drops back. He’s like putty in Deacon’s large hands. It’s…surprisingly sexy. Seeing Isaac overwhelmed. Watching the way Deacon wants him. The way they want each other.
There’s a sharp stab of jealousy in my chest from their palpable connection, but my body is still buzzing from the orgasm—from the weightless trip to the bedroom. They didn’t leave me. They’re showing me.
“Can you go one more time?” Deacon asks, and I realize he’s talking to me.
Startled and still pulsing everywhere, I nod.
“You sure?” he asks.
I don’t know what I’m agreeing to, but I say, “I’m good. I want to.”
“Then get your pants off and spread your legs.”
Damn, I guess I have a new boss now.
I do as he says as his hand drifts down Isaac’s chest to wrap around his cock.
“Fuck,” Isaac breathes, his fluttering eyes glancing at me as he fights for his feet.
I lie on my back in the center of the bed, pulling my knees up to show them my hole.
“Get him ready.” Deacon lets Isaac go, allowing him to crawl onto the bed toward me.
Hands on my ass cheeks he tips me backward, lifting my butt from the bed.
He spits on my hole half a second before covering it with his mouth.
I whine, my tender rim responding wantonly to the gentle attention.
I’m wide open, allowing his tongue easy entry, and Isaac takes advantage, growling as he devours my ass.
“Shit,” I squeak, my breath coming in short gasps. My head is turned to the left and Deacon appears in my field of vision, naked now. He holds eye contact with me as he squirts lube on his rigid cock and spreads it up and down his thick shaft.
My own dick twitches, going from flaccid and spent to interested all over again.
Isaac continues to ravage my hole, and I jerk my cock with slow, tight strokes. There’s no more logic or concern inside me. There’s just wanting and needy noises. I want to feel. I want to watch. I want them to rewire my brain where group sex is concerned. I want this.
Isaac lifts his head, looking from me to Deacon. He reaches for the lube and Deacon passes it to him. To me, he says, “Are you sure you’re good?”
“Yes. Fuck. Yes, I want you inside me.” I like consent, and I’m good at enthusiastically consenting.
They can ask me as often as they want. Isaac is rarely impolite when it comes to this kind of thing.
A few times he’s fucked first and asked questions later, but only when I’m throwing myself at him, so it’s not like I was complaining.
With Deacon, I had no idea this side of him existed, he hid it so well, but I swear it’s all I can see now. How ravenous he is—how deeply raw his needs are. Basic and primal. There’s a wild animal in him, and its sights are set on consuming exactly what it’s captured in this bed.
Isaac’s lubed fingers slide easily into my hole, moving deeper than his tongue.
I writhe, my hips rising from the bed again.
My inner muscles squeeze on him as his face grabs my attention.
He’s staring down at me with burning desire in his hooded eyes, carefully watching the way I’m responding, but seeming to demand more from me, too.
“Fill me up again,” I pant as I stare back at him.
“Greedy boy.”
I can’t help it. “Breed me, Daddy. Please.”
He glares and gives me a rough shove for that. “You, too, huh?”
I frown, but he only smirks, shaking his head. It’s not like he can resist. He curls his fingers, eliciting a groan from me before pulling out. With his other hand, he coats his cock with lube.
Deacon’s weight hits the bed. He’s behind Isaac who’s shifting to allow Deacon to kneel between his spread thighs. Isaac groans as Deacon handles his ass. He looks over his shoulder, and Deacon is waiting for it. They kiss with an intensity that makes my brain short-circuit and my balls throb.
I groan, pumping my cock faster in my fist, all my concern has evaporated. I want them. I want them. I don’t care how. “Please,” I hear myself whining again.
They pull apart, and Isaac turns back to me, a feral look on his face.
He lifts my ass from the bed, and I grab the backs of my thighs to curl into a position he can sink into.
I’m not sure he and I have ever had sex like this.
I’ve never felt like it was my best angle, and I’m always putting on a show for him in his office.
Plus, the options in there are limited in terms of positions.
“Good boy,” he whispers, distracted and breathy. I feel the slap of his firm cock on my crack—a dominant warning that I’m about to get fucked.
And then he’s inside me. The angle is a straight shot, and with one thrust, his hips meet my ass with a thud.
I shout with surprise, and he grunts, holding himself at the peak of his stroke.
He puts his hands on either side of my head, hovering above me, upper body positioned perfectly between my spread legs. Bent over.
I glance over his shoulder at Deacon on his knees, his own gaze focused on Isaac’s ass. While Isaac’s cock stretches and fills me to the point where I’m about to beg him to move, Deacon does the same to him.
Isaac’s groan is long and low, echoing the noise rumbling out of Deacon. His head drops, mussed hair grazing my chest. “Shit,” he bites out as Deacon’s body presses him impossibly deeper inside me.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Mmph…” is all he can manage.
I want to touch him, lift his face so I can see his eyes, but as much as I’m feeling right now, I can’t imagine what it’s like for him to be in the middle. “I—I—I need you to move,” I beg with some hesitation.
It has to start with Deacon, though, I realize as his hands wrap around Isaac’s hips. I can hear the squelch and suction of their connection shifting, and whatever they’re doing allows Isaac the space to find an inch or two to thrust inside me. “You feel…” he gasps. “So good.”
I let my head fall back as he fucks me, powered by Deacon’s thrusts, and I realize I have no idea which one of us he means.