Chapter 27 Isaac
ISAAC
I’m senseless and flooded with sensation at the same time. It’s a vast, stunning feeling, stealing my breath and shutting off reason. I’ve become a sex toy, a sleeve for Deacon and a dildo for Evan. Meanwhile it feels like a near constant orgasm.
I haven’t officially come yet, but I’m not sure how I’ve managed to hold anything in. Evan takes me as perfectly as he always does with his greedy, clenching ass and his delectable, appreciative sounds. Meanwhile, Deacon is controlling every move I make with his firm grip and his driving cock.
I’m a moaning, groaning mess as they use me while I fight to hold myself up and not collapse from the intensity. Keeping me up, at least in part, is the weightlessness of euphoria. Natural endorphins have got me high as fuck as I fill Evan’s ass and Deacon sees to mine.
My balls are tight, aching and stinging with the slap of Deacon’s, which sounds like it would be awful, but I’m not sure I’ve ever been so aware of my body—of how many pleasure pathways there are—all lit up like a fucking carnival.
Evan lets out a soft whimper, his body jerking beneath mine, adding another layer of stimulation to my cock. I clench everywhere, my release threatening, pounding my groin to get out.
Poised on the edge, I drive into Evan as Deacon sinks into me. Growling, I take them both as sweat slicks my body and tremors make it a challenge to keep the rhythm. But it’s working.
Deacon’s hands are slipping and sliding up and down my sides, his grasps bordering on frantic. He’s scratching and kneading. He’s speeding us up.
Evan cries out, his hole throttling my cock.
His dick spurts cum onto his chest, completely untouched.
“Baby,” I whisper, in awe, and while there’s not much to clean, I want another taste of it.
The thought of licking it from his abs has a groan roaring from my chest. Deacon’s hands move up my sides as he says, “Come with me. Come with me.”
Maybe it’s a coincidence, or maybe it’s what my body was waiting for, but I fucking explode.
Settling deep in Evan’s ass, I let my orgasm rip.
Deacon sheathes himself inside me, his cock thickening and throbbing as mine deposits a huge, thick load into Evan.
Pulse after pulse after pulse shatters me as Deacon’s dick spasms against my prostate.
Their groans turn to static in my ears as my orgasm affects every nerve in my body.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. A high like no other.
For a long moment I’m nothing but pure, unbound bliss. Like I’ve summited the Everest of physical satisfaction.
Before I would want him to, Deacon pulls out. Shakily, I back out of Evan. As he drops his legs, he clings to my arms, and I fall into him.
He takes my face in his hands, planting kisses on my sweaty cheeks as I try not to crush him.
Evan shifts in my arms, and then I’m wrapped up in him. Gradually, my awareness returns, and I find myself seeking out his mouth to kiss as his leg tightens around my hip.
His kiss is open and gentle, his tongue wet and soft against mine. So sweet. It’s never been so sweet with him. I thought I’d already fallen for him, but this feels more like drowning in love.
Behind me again, I feel the warmth and solid muscle of Deacon’s body. His arms wrap both of us up as he kisses the nape of my neck, the same way he’d kiss my mouth.
Once everyone calms down and our breaths even out, I whisper something along the lines of, “Holy shit.”
Evan’s mouth is still touching mine, and I swear I feel him smile. I open my eyes to check. He is smiling. “What was that like?” he asks.
“Sorta like…the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“You sound drunk.”
“Then stop making me talk.”
“Can I?” Deacon asks, his hand slipping beneath my head. “Please?”
I twist around to face him. His mouth lands hard on mine.
Evan’s leg slides off my hip, allowing me to lie on my back.
Deacon lifts onto his elbow to deepen the kiss, and something about it twists my heart around in my chest. I find myself clutching his head and meeting his hungry lips with equal fervor.
Evan’s body fits itself against my side, and his hand strokes my chest, but he doesn’t interfere or say anything to stop this kiss that feels like a thousand times more than a kiss.
It goes on and on, despite both of us being breathless and spent.
It goes on so long, I wind up hard again, and even then, we don’t stop.
“Isaac,” he says, tone pleading, maybe a little frightened.
I feel for his cock, and it’s also straining. He won’t say it—I don’t know if he has the words for it, but I do. “I need you.”
He nods quickly, lips smothering mine again as I move on top of him. Blindly, I reach for the lube.
Still kissing a gasping Deacon, I glance at Evan who watches us with hazy, sleepy eyes.
He gives me that same small, contented smile.
He’s the one acting drunk. I’m waiting for him to put a stop to this or disappear, but instead he reaches out to run his fingers through Deacon’s hair.
I take a moment to sit back and lube my dick.
Evan moves in to kiss Deacon’s cheek. Deacon nuzzles him with his nose, but his hands remain on me, grasping, hurrying me up.
Seeing Deacon like this feels new. Rare or special. I can’t tell, but it’s making me crave him deeply in a way I wouldn’t have thought possible a few minutes ago. It feels emotional, necessary. Unspoken words in need of consummation. I lift his legs while he gazes at me in the most helpless way.
I get the sense he doesn’t understand—or can’t put into words what he’s feeling, but he’s feeling something. There’s anxiety in his gaze and need. So much fucking need, I don’t take my time. Notching against him, I shove inside.
He grabs for me with one arm, and our chests slam together as our mouths crash.
My dick pulls into an angle that strains its connection to my body, but I press forward regardless.
He groans and moves against me, his ass trapping and engulfing my cock.
His head lifts to meet my mouth, and I wrap my hands underneath his back, clasping him to me as I fuck into him rough and hard.
“Isaac,” he grunts, hands now clamped on my ass.
Reconnecting our mouths, I roll my hips into him, sure to slide my abs up and down his length as I claim him. This man is fucking mine. I feel it like a fierce burn in my gut, a fullness in my chest. I pound him, owning him with my cock and my tongue.
He gives himself willingly, eagerly, working my length in his powerful ass. There’s no going back now. There’s no choosing. It’s this—my love and my passion—or I’m giving up.
“Oh, God,” he gasps in a way I’ve never heard him before. It does sound a little like terror.
Evan is there for him as Deacon’s head turns, breaking our kiss.
Evan’s lips press into his softly, soothing.
Unable to help myself, I latch onto the open expanse of Deacon’s neck, leaving another mark as he pants against Evan’s mouth and Evan whispers to him words I can’t hear over the sounds of my sucking and slamming.
His body jolts beneath me, and his hot release spreads between our abs. He lets out a broken noise, almost like a sob. I want his eyes on me, but they’re squeezed tight, his head still turned firmly away.
Evan’s hand smooths over Deacon’s cheek. He kisses his forehead. My control snaps, and I come at the top of a thrust, milking my cock in and out of his ass while the release shudders through me. It almost feels like an afterthought.
“Look at me,” I urge him.
He shakes his head.
“Deacon.” I sink deep into him and settle against his chest. “Give me those gorgeous eyes.”
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t know what… I don’t know.”
“You don’t have to.” I get close to his ear and say low enough that it’s just for us, “You’re mine now.”
He shudders, but he finally turns. His dark blue eyes burn as his gaze meets mine.
I stroke his cheek and kiss his mouth. “Okay?”
He nods.
I kiss him again. “Good.”
We lie in bed naked together awhile, too tired to talk any more.
Evan falls asleep for an hour or so, and I spend the time with Deacon, drowsily touching and kissing him as he does the same to me.
I whisper words like “perfect.” “Mine.” “Beautiful.” He thanks me.
He needlessly apologizes. I let him get it all off his chest until he’s finally smiling and his eyes are staying closed.
I get it. I’m exhausted, but I’ve also got thoughts racing, trying to game out how to keep this. I’m still in enough disbelief that I keep turning around to make sure Evan is really here, naked. In my bed. How the fuck do I keep this?
“I think my brain’s shutting down,” Deacon whispers.
“Let it.” I run my hand through his hair for the hundredth time. His long lashes rest on his cheek, and he sighs the sigh of defeat.
“Will he stay?” he asks.
“I hope so.”
“I hope so, too.”
“What did he say to you?” My curiosity is killing me about what Evan whispered to Deacon while I was fucking him.
“He said…” Another sigh. “The reason it felt different was because you care about me. That you care about me so much.”
My heart does some shady shit in my chest causing a flutter in my throat. “Is that all?”
“And he reminded me he was here. Stuff like that.”
“How’d that feel?”
“Feelings…” he half smiles. “You guys…it felt…like he was saying my feelings.”
“Did he get them right?”
“It felt right,” he says.
Warm all over, I press another kiss to his forehead and then both his eyelids. “Get some sleep.”
He mumbles, “I should get home. Have to work in the morning.”
“I know. I’ll wake you up in a little while.”
“Okay.”
He takes a long, settled breath and drifts off like Jake used to when he was a baby.
I turn to face Evan’s sleeping form, dying to lavish him with all the attention I just gave Deacon.
I wish I knew how heavy of a sleeper he was.
I wish I knew if he’d mind if I accidentally woke him by pushing his hair off his forehead or running my thumb across his lips.
I still have a lot I want to say to him.
More than anything, I want to know if he wants more of what we found here tonight or if he was only caught up in the frenzy of two very strong libidos pointed directly at him.
Does he regret it? “Please don’t regret it,” I whisper.
His lashes flutter, and I cringe at myself. When his eyes crack open enough to see me, he moves closer, slotting his thigh between mine and tucking his head against my chest, his hand resting right below his chin. “We have a lot to talk about,” he murmurs.
“Shh. I know.”