Chapter Twenty-Three
Emerson
Patch gives a whole-body shudder, shoulders finally relaxing from the tense position they’ve been in since he started to undress Jamie. Jamie groans. Whether in response to the sight of it or my suddenly too-tight grip, I can’t tell.
Everything seems to have spun terribly out of my control.
Not in a bad way, I don’t think; I mean, I have control enough over the situation, only I don’t know how we’re going to part ways after tonight.
Will we have to? I want Jamie for far more than this, and it’s obvious by now that Patch does, too.
But he’s hung up on something. I flick my thumb over the head of Jamie’s cock and smile down at his panting face.
Patch might think he wants the push and pull, but Jamie truly seems to need it, at least with me.
I kiss him slowly, exaggerating the movements just enough that Patch moans, taking another step towards the bed.
I could spend all night distracted, trying to work out what shifted when we came upstairs, but there’s no fun in that. I push those thoughts away and lick down Jamie’s jaw instead, then scrape my teeth over his earlobe.
“You look incredible like this,” I say, words hardly more than a whisper. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”
He whimpers and turns his face, seeking another kiss. I give it to him, of course, though my lips curve up in a smile when I feel the mattress dip. Patch curls around Jamie’s other side, big hands smoothing reverently over his chest and up his throat.
Jamie tips his head back and arches his back. He’s pliant for me, though, not Patch; when Patch strokes his thumb over Jamie’s lower lip, Jamie catches it between his teeth and bites down. Patch’s eyes go dark. He thrusts his hips, rocking against Jamie’s side.
I slow my hand. “Such naughty boys,” I murmur, and Patch’s cheeks flame. Jamie laughs in delight and grabs him by the back of the neck, pulling him in for a short, almost vicious kiss.
“We are, huh?” he asks, and Patch nods.
He seems almost overwhelmed, and I don’t want to push him too far. Not tonight. Not when this is all so new. I lean over Jamie to press my forehead to his, like he did after we kissed earlier.
“Can you help me out?” I ask, and Patch nods again eagerly. I drop my gaze to his cock. He’s big and thick, and it might have been a while since I was last fucked. “Need you to open me up. Nice and slowly.”
“Oh, fuck me,” Jamie whines. “You don’t want me to help? I’m really good with my tongue.”
Heat rushes through me, and Patch, who is in the process of climbing off the bed, nearly falls over. Jamie grins at him, unrepentant.
“I am, you know,” he says, and Patch huffs a laugh, shaking his head.
“I guess I’ll find out tonight, won’t I?”
I kiss Jamie again as Patch climbs onto the bed behind me. He grabs me by the hips, pulling me gently into a position he deems satisfactory, and Jamie jerks back with a gasp.
“You need to—Fuck, Em. I don’t want to come yet.”
“What if I want you to?”
He turns big, baleful eyes on me. “But you said—”
“You’ll be able to fuck me after Patch, won’t you?” I flick my tongue out against his lips. “If I ask you to?”
“God, you’re a fucking menace,” Jamie says, breaking only a little.
He shoves a hand into my hair and pulls me into a kiss that is more teeth than anything else.
Patch nudges my legs apart with his knee.
I’m awkwardly sprawled out—feels like I should look awkward, anyway—but neither of them seems to care.
Jamie holds on to me as I keep stroking him, each breath hitching and desperate.
Patch rubs slick fingers between my cheeks.
His lips are hot on the back of my throat.
I tremble between them. I might be here, telling them what to do, making them give me all I know they want to, but do they know they can have that from me just as easily?
Patch presses against my hole, a gentle, inquisitive touch, and I gasp against Jamie’s mouth.
He kisses me again. Patch works his fingers inside with a questioning sound.
I didn’t think I’d be so ready for him, either.
It still burns a little, but my stomach twists with desire all the same.
Will I take his cock just as easily? I don’t know, but I can’t wait to find out.
Jamie kisses me again, then pushes up onto his elbows. I don’t know how much he can see from this angle, but he flops back down with a laugh. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Yeah?” I ask. Patch thrusts his finger deeper, crooking it slightly before he pulls back and adds another. “Oh. Jesus.”
Jamie nudges my glasses with one hand. “You need these on the whole time?”
“No. No, take them off.”
I let go of Jamie’s cock just long enough for him to carefully remove my glasses. He twists and leans to set them on the bedside table, and he’s a little blurry when he settles back down again, but the closer he is, the better I can see.
I don’t need to see for everything I want to do, anyway. Patch nips my nape and adds another finger. I hiss through my teeth. Patch goes still, but I shake my head.
“Keep going.”
“Em, I—”
“Please,” I say, and he lets out a helpless moan and does as he’s told.
“His cock’s even bigger than that,” Jamie says, and I cut off his laugh by stroking him firmly again.
He’s leaking all on his own now, a hot and heavy weight in my hand.
My mouth waters. I want him on my tongue, but I’ll find another time for that.
For all of it. Now that I’ve got them both in my bed, I know exactly what it is I want.
I just need to convince them that it’s a good idea. Work through whatever strange tension exists between them.
“Faster, Patch,” Jamie pants. I squeeze harder, swiping my thumb over the head of his cock. His head tips back and he moans. “F-fuck. Make him come before I do.”
Patch chuckles. “I don’t think that’s the point of this.”
“Boo,” Jamie says, but it trails off into another moan when I lower my head to suck one of his nipples. He arches up into the touch, almost howling when I scrape my teeth over the little bud. Perfect. Fuck. He’s so sensitive.
“How’s that?” Patch murmurs. He has three fingers sliding in and out of me easily now, and that tight ball of pleasure in my core is only building. I’m just as hard as the pair of them, pre-cum leaking down my shaft.
“Condoms,” I say. “They’re—I left them with the lube.”
Patch tears one open behind me and I wriggle around a little until I have one leg bent at the knee, pulled up to expose me to his hungry gaze. Oh, I don’t mind him being on top. We both know he’s still going to ask me for permission.
I slow my strokes with Jamie, whose gaze is flicking between the two of us, mouth slack. Patch climbs onto the bed behind me again. The covered head of his cock presses against my hole.
His thighs tremble. I feel it. He wants to ask, but he doesn’t know how. Not yet.
“Fuck me, Patch,” I say. “Nice and slow. If you feel like you want to speed up, go slower.”
“Fuck,” Patch mutters. He seizes my hips and pushes in slowly. So slowly. I close my eyes and groan as he fills up every inch of me, letting me feel it bit by bit.
When I open my eyes again, Jamie is closer, staring into my face. “You’re a bit of a masochist, huh?”
“Not at all.” I snort and stroke him again, this time faster. “No teasing for you, hmm? I want to see you come, Jamie.”
“Em—”
“Patch, tell him. You want to see it too, don’t you?”
Patch growls and his next thrust is even slower than the one before it. His entire body shakes with how he’s trying to keep himself under control.
Just when I think he’s not going to say it, he murmurs, “Show me. Show us.”
Jamie throws his arm up over his eyes and sobs out a moan. His cock twitches in my hand, muscles tensing in his stomach, his thighs, and then he comes, letting out a single, desperate cry.
I stroke him until he’s done, and then I only let go to reach down and tease his balls. He laughs weakly and pushes my hand away. “God, Em. Give me a minute.”
I laugh and kiss his shoulder. Patch is still fucking me slowly, now apparently content to obey my request. He wraps an arm around my middle, hand resting just below my sternum.
“You’re so pretty when you come,” I say, and Jamie goes red.
“So fucking hot,” Patch growls. He’s breathing hard. I don’t know which one of us will come first, and I don’t know whether I care.
After a minute or so, Jamie sits up. His eyes sweep over both of us, lingering on where Patch is fucking me, on the fact that the way I’m twisted means my cock is rubbing against the duvet, trapped under my body.
He licks his lips. Patch’s next thrust stutters, a little faster than the one before.
“I told you,” Jamie says. “I’m really good with my tongue.”