48. Jacob
Jacob
F our people crushed into the same king-size bed was beyond uncomfortable.
The only saving grace being Caspian wasn’t anything more than a wisp of a man nestled between me and Vince, with Orion spooned around the expanse of Vince’s back.
It was a cute thing to see Orion asleep, looking far more innocent than he’d ever been and latched onto Vince like he’d rather die than let the man out of his sight.
Vince looked softer too, with his back pressed against Orion’s chest and his arm slung possessively over Caspian’s slender waist. I didn’t have any hard feelings about rounding out the line, being able to look at the two of them with Caspian’s slender ass rocking against my cock.
It wasn’t a bad place to be. It was the incessant grind of him against me that had kept me up half the night, finally giving up and sliding closer so I could bracket a hand around his hip and hold him still.
At one point, Vince had roused, his eyes blinking open halfway in the darkness of his bedroom.
The streetlights reflected up through the open windows, casting long shadows across his face.
He smiled, tilted his head back against Orion, and went to sleep again.
The tenderness of the way they loved each other should have cultivated jealousy in the middle of my chest, but the actual feelings that had grown there were far from it.
In the two of them, I found stability and security.
There was trust and confidence, and of course there was lust and need, but it went far deeper than being only those things.
I knew Orion would throw Caspian off a roof if it made Vince happy, and I couldn’t help but wonder if changing places would do him any good.
If he slept in my spot, felt the heat of Caspian’s lanky legs against his, the soft mounds of his ass searching out friction he wasn’t going to find.
None of it meant Caspian was less of a threat to him, but why was he so fearful of Caspian and not of me?
After six fitful hours, the sun was well on its way past the horizon and Vince was awake again, watching me with eyes that were considerably more awake then the last time I’d seen him. A smile flashed across his face when Caspian grinded against me, and he gave me a small jerk of his chin.
Permission.
An order.
Uncurling my fingers from his waist, I dipped my hand down around his front, finding well-trimmed curls around the base of a slender cock. He was completely hard, warm to the touch, and he fit well in my hand. I closed my fist around him and stroked, which immediately brought him to life.
“Quiet,” I whispered in his ear. “Orion is asleep.”
Caspian sucked in a breath, only relaxing when Vince gave him a nod similar to the one he’d given me at the start. And that was the truth of things, wasn’t it? The three of us just toys for him to play with as he saw fit. Men to taunt and command, to torture, to pleasure.
“Fuck him,” Vince whispered.
My conversation with Orion the night before played in my head on a loudspeaker, and I tried to remember the last time I topped.
It must have been years since I’d felt interested in burying myself into another man, but as I moved my hand from Caspian’s cock to his balls, finally reaching back around toward his ass, the need presented itself.
Caspian was sticky and tender from the night before, and I drew soft circles around his hole with the tip of my finger.
He moaned again, and Vince raised an eyebrow in warning.
“There’s lube in the drawer behind you,” Vince said to me, and I found myself loathe to put space between my body and Caspian’s.
I found the lube as quickly as I could, then drizzled it over my fingers and my dick.
Caspian was so fucking small in every possible way that getting two of my fingers inside of him felt like an impossible feat.
But he opened for me, bucked against me, and then I lifted his leg to make room for my cock and eased my way into him.
There was no keeping him quiet after that, and behind Vince, Orion groaned his way awake at the same time I flipped Caspian onto his stomach and fucked him down into the mattress.
I understood, as Caspian came apart beneath me, why Vince needed him so much.
He was the opposite of Orion in nearly every way, including the way he needed to be fucked.
I had no pain to offer him, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t inside of me.
I didn’t want to hurt him, but there was still hurt to be given.
And it wasn’t that Vince was kinder to Caspian than Orion, because, no…
the way he treated Orion was as much a kindness as I’d ever seen.
He must have agreed because Vince grabbed the lube and sat up on the bed, wetting his palm before lubing up his cock.
He hauled Orion onto all fours, giving me the first look at the dark and mottled bruises on his ass and thighs, how they almost looked like the tattoos that covered the rest of his body.
I was probably in the same shape, but wouldn’t know until I had time to check myself out in the mirror.
As if to remind us both of the night before, Vince slapped Orion’s ass with the palm of his hand, kneaded fingers into his ass cheek, lifted him open and thrust inside.
Where Caspian cried and whined, Orion grunted and moaned.
He bit into the pillow, face washing clean with the absolute pleasure of it all.
Vince set a pace far too punishing for the early hour, and the bed jostled madly beside me as I thrust long and deep into Caspian, who thrashed beneath me like a captured animal.
“I want you to ride me,” I finally told him, turning and propping my back against the headboard. It gave me a view of Orion and Vince, and it would still give me someplace hot to come. As Caspian crawled onto my lap and sank down onto my cock, I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling back into my head.
Fucking Caspian was amazing, but more than anything in the world…
I wanted to fuck Orion Delmar.