Chapter 34
ISAAC
Ilook at Deacon after Evan gives us his unqualified consent. Deacon gives me a small nod as he lubes his cock. I take that to mean he knows Evan can handle this, which I guess means this isn’t the first time one of those dildos has come into play in the last several days they’ve been together.
I’ve wanted this. So much. I was planning to work our way up to it—we’ve got plenty of options in the meantime, but if Deacon thinks tonight is the night, I assume he’s got his reasons. Given Evan’s current state of pliancy and obedience, it’s hard to disagree. However—
I take Evan’s face in one of my hands and make him look at me. His eyes are clear, if a little hooded, but his focus is strong and unwavering. “Are you good?”
“I’m not drunk,” he says. “I really do want this.”
Short of doing a sobriety test, I have to take his word for it, but his words are concise and certain.
“Do you know what this is?” I ask.
“You’re gonna fuck me. With Deacon.”
“And you want that?”
He nods.
“Say it.”
“I want it. I want you both inside me.” He groans, his head tipping back, and I look down to see Deacon’s hand wrapped around Evan’s cock, stroking it with leftover lube and using the press of his thumb to coax a drop of precum from his tip.
It lands on the underside of my own erection and I give myself a few pulls to rub it in.
Licking my lips, I watch as Deacon’s fist makes Evan’s cock swell and twitch.
The sight causes me to leak. My hips move, seeking.
Deacon is on Evan’s right, and I watch their dark-haired heads come together as their mouths do.
The kiss is wet and messy. Noisy with Evan’s moans and Deacon’s suction.
It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed.
I grip the base of my cock to calm myself down.
It’s possible I love watching them together too much.
It’s an incredible feeling to see the man I love have the man he’s wanted for so long.
Deacon is in control. He’s Evan’s weakness, and I love watching Evan melt helplessly beneath the other man’s kiss.
I run my hands up and down Evan’s thighs so I’ll stop touching my dick.
Evan’s hips are moving, swiveling on my lap again, his balls hot against mine and uniquely torturous.
Deacon made a good call keeping Evan in the sweater.
I wouldn’t mind shoving it up so I could see more skin, but he looks so slutty and hot like this with his navel and abs exposed.
The cut of his muscles leading to his plump cock are a feast for my eyes.
Reaching for the dildo, I switch it on, lifting it up to hold it against one of Evan’s nipples.
He groans against Deacon’s mouth. One of his hands braces on my abs, and the other wraps around Deacon’s neck, sealing their kiss.
A pathetic whimper rips from Evan’s throat as his hips jolt on my lap. Although I can’t see everything happening, I know that sound. Deacon must be fingering him, and right on top of his prostate, too. Evan’s hips shift from a swivel to a rock, back and forth on Deacon’s fingers.
Jesus Christ, has there ever been anything this hot? His mouth reaches for Deacon’s, his chest seeks out the vibrator, and his ass demands to be filled. Lowering the vibrator, I graze it along the side of his cock.
Evan jolts again, crying out. “Fuck.”
“Can you come like this, baby?” I ask, my own voice low and raspy with desire.
“Yes. Fuck yes. Please…”
Deacon’s hand wraps around both our cocks, choking the bases. I gasp and barely manage to hang onto the dildo. “No one comes. Not yet.”
Deacon’s grip is firm and grounding, but his voice is demanding. “Show me how you ride your boss.”
Evan’s eyes meet mine, and I slap his hip. “You heard him.”
Both his hands climb my chest, and his hips lift.
Deacon still has hold of my cock, and I feel the tip of it notch against Evan’s slippery, open hole.
My back arches as he seats himself on me in one go.
His heat envelops me. As familiar as it is, I’ll never get over how right he feels.
“I fucking love the way you take me,” I say all on one rushed breath before I grab his face and start kissing him.
He oomphs, and then his tongue is tangling with mine. I put a hand on his ass and start to move, thrusting into him as he fucks back on me, our rhythm practiced and perfect.
“I could watch you two fuck all night.” Deacon sounds surprised, like he can barely believe what he’s saying.
I reach for him, making sure he’s still close.
He takes my hand and puts it on his cock.
It’s slick and stiff as I grip it and pull.
Deacon isn’t a small man, and neither am I.
As many times as I’ve seen double penetration in porn, I’ve never done it.
It’s always seemed like one of those things we should leave to professionals.
But fuck, I want to feel this big cock smashed against mine in this tight, hot hole.
But I’m not Evan.
The wanton groan he feeds my throat when two of Deacon’s fingers join my dick in his ass, however, tells me he’s game if we can manage it.
My short experience taking cock—Deacon’s specifically—has given me some frame of reference as to what he can expect.
A burn. An impossible stretch. Liquid heat searing his insides and bringing him to a mental brink where he’ll get to choose whether to resist or give way.
I can feel from his increasing speed and the vigor of his clenches that he wants to give way. I release Deacon’s dick and hear the lube open and close again.
I free Evan’s mouth from the lock I’ve got on it so he can tell us to stop. But all I hear when he pulls away is, “Yes, yes.”
Deacon adds a third finger, forcing a sharp cry from Evan. His body ripples as he works to adjust, and then he grunts as he shoves himself back again. “Do it.”
“This slutty hole wants two cocks, doesn’t it?” Deacon asks, continuing to play with him. With both of us. His fingers are turned downward, and I feel every stroke of them on my slowly thrusting cock.
“Yes, please, I can take it, I promise,” Evan pleads.
“Are you sure?” I say, but this time, I’m asking Deacon.
“Oh, we’ll fit,” he assures me. “In this greedy ass? We’ll definitely fit.
” Deacon’s weight shifts. I spread my legs, letting him between them, my knees bending to tilt Evan slightly more toward me.
Deacon puts extreme pressure on my dick with his fingers, and I groan, my balls thudding dangerously.
Then the pressure diffuses, and my cock is suffocated as Deacon slides his own into Evan’s hole. Evan shouts as his ass swallows us up. The agony is delicious. A cold sweat breaks out on my body as Deacon lets us adjust to the new, mind blowing state of things.
Evan’s mouth crashes onto mine, surprising me. His kiss is frantic. His groans constant and lower than anything I’ve ever heard come out of him. It’s beyond intense. If it’s almost unbearable for me…
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, fuck me,” he says before kissing me again and stretching back to take more of us.
Deacon gets a grip on Evan, drawing his cock back slowly, and I do my best to stay still while I figure out what the fuck is happening. I’m feeling way too much, and I’m either about to come or go completely soft.
To keep that from happening, I curl my tailbone, using my core, to move with Deacon.
That—oh shit that right there—God, that’s fucking magical.
Evan gasps and buries his face against my neck as Deacon speeds up.
“That’s it baby,” I encourage him, barely able to breathe.
“You feel so fucking good. You both feel…so fucking good. Umpfh.”
I cradle his head with one hand and wrap my other around Deacon’s wrist. His eyes meet mine and seem to lock in. I can’t look away. It’s like a conversation is happening between us, and it feels like an important one.
Questions are being asked and answered. Validation is offered and accepted. Adoration flows freely, at least from my end, and I think he sees it.
“Check in, Evan,” I manage to say as endorphins flood my system. They’re the kind I wish I could bottle up and drink every day. They feel like a superpower.
“Just fuck me,” he says like we haven’t even gotten started yet. I turn to kiss his neck where I feel the thrum of his pulse and his sweat-slicked skin. We’re assholes for making him keep this sweater on.
I sink into the rhythm we’re creating, my own balls tensing and poised to explode. I can’t believe this is working. I can’t believe I get to have this.
How can any of us want anything else when this is possible?
Deacon braces his hands on either side of me and bends over Evan, fucking us both into the pillows.
The headboard bangs against the wall. It’s all I can do to take it.
I try to fuck them, but Deacon is overpowering––his cock, his lust, the cage his body has created, containing the three of us.
The head of his cock bumps back and forth over the sensitive underside of my crown.
I’ve never felt this close to anyone, much less two people.
I can’t imagine anything physically closer than this.
Needing them both so much it literally hurts, I lift my head. Deacon lowers his, and our mouths collide in a kiss. My orgasm barrels forward, zipping up my legs and bursting from the base of my spine. I drive deep inside Evan half a second before my dick erupts. “Fuck…fuuuccckk….”
Deacon helps me ride it out, stroking slowly over my cock as I milk myself in the tight, slick space.
“I’m coming, too” Deacon pants. His cock throbs against mine, and he groans, digging his forehead into Evan’s back as he pumps his hips relentlessly.
It’s so much stimulation, I can’t process it.
My brain flatlines into nothingness as I grasp and kiss at both of them.
I’m not sure anything connects. It doesn’t matter that I lose track of where each of us stops and starts.
Doesn’t matter whatever words are spilling from my mouth.
Doesn’t matter whose hands are on me as an aftershock so strong rolls through me, it feels like I come again.
The next thing I know, the weight is off my chest and Deacon has pulled Evan away from me. We’re both somehow still inside him, that much is insufferably unmistakable, but now Deacon’s got hold of Evan’s cock and is jerking it from its semi-hard state into a full erection.
His hand is on Evan’s throat and Evan is gasping. “Don’t stop…close…don’t stop.”
Fumbling around on the mattress, I find the vibrator, still on, and rest it lightly against Evan’s hairless balls.
He sputters in shock, and cum flies from his tip. It bursts onto my chest until Deacon aims it lower, shooting Evan’s cum onto my sweaty abs. I toss the vibrator as we go still. Deacon and I pant heavily as we watch rope after rope of Evan’s spend paint me.
Evan’s a shouting, whimpering mess down to the last drop. Deacon lets him go and backs out of his ass. Evan collapses on top of me, gasping, his hole fluttering around my cock, still lodged deep inside it.
“Christ,” I whisper, trying to get Evan’s sweater off him.
He’s like a rag doll, though, so the most I manage is to shove it up to his armpits. He’ll have to sit up for me to get the rest. Deacon is already off the bed, heading for the bathroom.
I manually remove my cock from Evan’s hole and roll us onto our sides. His eyes are closed, lips bitten and parted, and he looks completely wrecked in the most beautiful way. I touch his face, wanting a glimpse of those ocean blue eyes.
He doesn’t open them, but he does mumble a question. “Was it good for you?”
I give him my unguarded response. “It felt like a fucking miracle.”
He smiles faintly. “You’re filthy.”
“Technically, that wasn’t my idea.”
“Oh, I know whose idea it was. Where’d he go?”
Deacon is back with a warm, wet towel. “Right here.” He kneels on the bed next to us and hands me the cloth.
I run it gently over Evan’s ass and then my abs and chest. I give Deacon a once-over to make sure he’s doing all right.
He fell apart a little the last time all three of us were together, but his eyes are focused and assessing tonight, like they’re mapping all the points of contact between me and Evan, then calculating where he can fit himself in.
There’s more room on the other side of Evan, so he climbs over us and lies down.
Evan barely moves. We could all use a shower, but that’ll likely have to wait.
Between the socializing, the sangria and the sex, I don’t have much energy to do much but hold onto these men with every ounce of strength left in my body and fall asleep.