Freddie
I’m still riding the high of making Ryker come when Liam kisses me.
He cups the back of my head and pulls me in, but the kiss isn’t what I’m expecting. It’s a peck, followed by another, then another, and my lips buzz with the touch.
The slow way he presses his mouth to mine leaves me wanting more, and it’s me who opens my lips and wordlessly begs for it to be deeper. Of course Liam obliges, but he delivers the same maddening kisses, fleeting, gentle, and I moan at the first touch of wetness from his mouth.
His taste intoxicates. I stroke my tongue on his, asking, coaxing, needing it to press into my mouth, but he doesn’t lick into my wet heat, he makes me chase into his until my tongue is in his mouth.
The mattress jolts. I vaguely register cool air at my back.
Ryker has left the bed, probably to clean himself up, but he’s soon back, offering a barrier of warmth as I chase his brother’s tongue.
Every touch is slow and sensual, and my hard cock leaks onto the bed.
I want to ask them to touch me, but I don’t.
I don’t know why. They’ve made me come before, and maybe that’s it.
They’ve made me. They took the initiative and touched me then, and asking them now would make me vulnerable.
They could say no and leave me humiliated.
Liam sucks on my tongue like he knows my thoughts are taking me away from what feels good.
He goes back to pressing brief kisses to my lips, driving me crazy.
My cock throbs, and the constant ache demands attention.
It’s been hurting from overarousal since I rubbed Ryker’s shoulders, and got worse after I caressed his chest and made him come.
I’m not brave enough to ask them to touch me, but I can provide my own relief.
I reach down, but Liam does too, and he grabs my wrist.
“Something wrong?” he asks.
I shake my head and wait for him to kiss me again. It’s more of the slow kind. I whimper and suck on his bottom lip, hoping to inspire a primal response. He doesn’t kiss me into submission, he lets his lip pop free of my mouth, swollen and shiny, and doesn’t let go of my hand.
I don’t confirm that I was going to touch myself, but he knows.
He knows, and he’s not letting me, but I’m resourceful.
I’ve got a muscular body in front of mine, and eager hips that want to move.
I rock my pelvis forward, rubbing my cock against him.
It’s an experimental thrust, but I like the results, and I do it again and again, moving my mouth from Liam’s to pant.
He’s too distracting when he kisses me like that. I need to concentrate to get off.
A hand closes on my hip and pushes me down to the bed. “Woah there,” Ryker says. He holds me still. “You okay?”
I hear the amusement in his voice. They know what I’m trying to do, but from Liam’s hold on my wrist and Ryker’s pinning of my hips, it’s clear they’re not going to let me do it. Liam shifts forward to kiss me again.
Frustrating pecks land on my needy lips.
“Remember how Liam likes to be touched?” Ryker says in my ear.
I answer against Liam’s lips. “Slow. Firm.”
Liam inhales sharply, and I steal a kiss, a harder one that he concedes to me before pulling away and slowing it down again.
He leads my hand into his boxers, and once I’ve wrapped my fingers around his cock, he lets go and yanks down his underwear to give me more access.
I stroke him in the manner Ryker told me he likes to be stroked.
Where I worry there might be pain, Liam only sighs in contentment and resumes teasing my mouth with his.
It’s the most exquisite kind of torture, stroking Liam when my own cock is weeping against the sheets. It needs a touch. It needs a stroke. All I can do to show my frustration is to squeeze Liam harder, but I know he likes that.
“Can I touch you?” Ryker asks from behind me.
Thank fuck!
“Yes,” I whisper as Liam kisses me. “Please.”
But Ryker touches me in a place I wasn’t expecting. He strokes his fingers against my crack, they’re wet with something, lubrication, and I realise he wants to penetrate me, but rather than tuck my arse away from him, I arch my back.
Ryker curses against my shoulder blade.
“What is it?” Liam asks between kisses.
“He just presented himself to me.”
I didn’t see it like that, but his words make me think of a bitch in heat, or a lioness demanding a mating.
Is that what I’m doing? Lost in this haze of lust and safety, am I asking for them to fuck me?
It’s too early for that, far too early, but I keep my back arched, and I stop chasing Liam’s mouth.
I let Liam kiss me how he wants, and I wait for Ryker’s fingers.
They rub in slow circles against my hole, and I squeeze my fist on Liam’s cock at the sensation.
It doesn’t feel strange to let them touch me like this, I trust them, they’d never hurt me.
They want to do the opposite, and knowing they’re desperate to please me heightens the sensation.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” Liam says.
Ryker hums like he knows a secret my body spills to him. “He likes me rubbing in slow circles.”
I wonder how Ryker knows I like it, but I guess the keening sound I’m making against Liam’s mouth and my arched back are giving me away.
Liam starts licking my lips, rubbing them in slow circles with his tongue.
I want to come. I want to get myself off by thrusting against Liam, but they both stop me when I try again.
I curse, frustrated, annoyed, but they’re in control, and they contain me. I shiver at how easily they do it. I’d let them do whatever they want to me just so long as they make me come.
“I’m going to try firmer now . . .”
And Ryker does, pushing and stretching the edge of my hole. When he stops, I protest with a groan, but he returns with more lube on his fingers, and my god, the sensation leaves me in rapturous shivers. I relax, and he must feel it, because that’s his cue to push a finger inside me.
“Up to the first knuckle,” Ryker says.
Liam groans and pushes his tongue into my mouth. He’s moving his tongue like Ryker’s moving his finger, and I guess that’s the point, to tease me at both ends, but an irrational spike of jealousy makes me break the kiss with Liam and tuck my hips away from Ryker.
“What’s wrong?” Liam asks.
I may have pulled myself away from both brothers, but I’m still holding Liam’s cock in a death grip.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Ryker asks at my nape.
“No, I . . .” I swallow. “Have you done this before?”
Neither of them answer, and I cringe at my own question. They need specifics.
“I mean . . . together . . . with someone in the middle.” I blink, knowing I’ve made a mess of this, but I can salvage it. “Have you had a threesome before?”
Liam answers “no” immediately; it’s Ryker who ummms at my question.
“I mean with Liam,” I say. “You, Liam, and a third?”
“No,” Ryker says and he sounds relieved. “The third of us has always been you.”
“Except you’re not the third,” Liam says. “You’re the first.”
“Good,” I exhale. “That’s good.”
And then I’m leaning in to kiss Liam while presenting myself to Ryker.
Ryker groans as he cups my arse. “This thing is a damn weapon.”
I snort into Liam’s mouth, but when Ryker’s finger enters me again, I give in to the sensation and moan around Liam’s tongue.
Fingers open and stretch me, leaving me exposed and vulnerable, but Liam’s constant kisses and his calmness make me feel safe.
I try my best to stroke his cock, but both brothers are distracting me, breaking my stride, disrupting any and all rhythm.
All I can do is squeeze, and I squeeze Liam hard, apologising against his lips when I think it might be too much, but he kisses those apologies away.
It’s all Liam’s maddening kisses, Ryker’s flexing fingers, Liam’s hard cock, and my loosening hole twitching and anticipating touch.
I want more of his fingers. Ryker knows, and he gives them to me.
I shudder at the stretch and burn, but between him and Liam they distract me from the discomfort until I’m pushing back onto Ryker, asking for more, needing to be .
. . fucked like this. Yes, I use that word, Liam’s word.
It’s dirty and raw in my mind, and my moan catches me by surprise.
They want to fuck me, press into my body, bend me to their will, shape me to their desire.
“How do you want to finish him?” Ryker asks.
“With my hand,” Liam says, and he reaches for my cock, which comes alive with his touch.
“No,” I tell him—hell. I tell my cock not to explode. “No.”
Liam lets me go. Ryker stops with what feels like four fingers inside me.
“What are you saying no to?” Liam asks.
It was Ryker’s fingers and my hard cock. It was Liam’s gentle kisses and my sensitive hole. Now it’s Liam’s hard cock and my stretched opening. I squeeze Liam with my hand and clench around Ryker’s fingers.
“I want you,” I tell Liam. Deep breath. “I want you to fuck me.”
There it is; there’s that word.
Liam’s eyes widen. “You’re just . . . you’re turned on. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I know what I’m saying.” I lick my lips with my tongue. They taste of Liam’s kisses. “I know what I’m asking, and I’m asking if you’ll fuck me.”
Liam releases a long breath. “Freddie.”
“Please will you fuck me?”
I’ve never used that tone before, the pouting, deliberately vulnerable tone of voice to get my own way.
Liam’s cock jerks in my hand. He likes my manipulation, likes that I’m so sure that I’d resort to dirty tactics to get him inside me.
Ryker’s moving his fingers in and out of me, but I don’t think Liam’s aware of it.
He’s doing it secretly, getting me ready to take his brother.
I bite back a moan at the thought and bear down on his fingers.
“I could’ve died . . . I could’ve died and I want you. I want this . . . this thing between us.”
Liam swallows audibly. “We’re already rushing ahead—”
“I want to. I want ahead to be now.”