Chapter 3 #3
He entered the car first, and I kept Nathan behind me and pulled him in after I was right up in Kyle’s personal space.
“Which floor?” I asked, chest to chest with a hot-as-fuck Marine. He might actually be taller than me when he stood straight.
“The top one,” he murmured.
Nathan cleared his throat behind me and pressed the button for the fourth floor.
It was a nice sandwich to find myself in, with my man pressed up against my back and Kyle pressed against my front.
My mouth twitched in amusement when I realized it had to be the slowest elevator too.
“Checkout hour must be terrible,” Nathan muttered.
I didn’t tear my gaze away from Kyle for a second, and it seemed to do something to him.
This was a man who didn’t lack assertiveness or confidence, and he was undoubtedly used to being in charge.
But maybe…every now and then…he wanted to relinquish that control?
His warm gaze flickered with an ounce of trepidation, just a pinch of it, and that was enough for me.
I leaned in slowly, enjoying the emotions flitting past in his expression. I bet he was all urgency in the sack. He struck me as someone who could easily get impatient.
He raked his teeth across his bottom lip and dipped his stare to my mouth, and he shifted against me. Then I was there, brushing my lips to his, and he kissed me back without hesitation.
It was…different. I wasn’t kissing the love of my life. This was 100% lust and fun. Purely physical.
Huh.
I deepened the kiss, and our tongues met unhurriedly.
This might actually work for me.
It felt weirdly liberating.
No strings, no worries about tomorrow, no feelings involved, and yet…it was more meaningful than the old hookups from my past—because now I had Nate with me. We were in this together.
Deepening the kiss further, I cupped his jaw in one hand and felt myself letting go of thoughts of things that could potentially go wrong.
Nathan cranked things up by kissing my neck and sliding a hand between Kyle and me to palm my cock, and that settled things for me.
I wanted an evening of hands and mouths everywhere, our bodies twisting in the sheets, and zero inhibitions beyond our boundaries.
I wanted to see Nate lose his shit and fuck Kyle into next week.
I wanted to choke them both out with my cock.
The elevator finally stopped, and I broke away to catch my breath.
The hunger was clear as day in Kyle’s eyes.
Once we were out of the elevator, he led the way down the hall till we reached Room 408, and he inserted the key card.
In the minute that followed, I drew pleasure from Kyle’s slight fumbling.
I bet he wasn’t used to it, and I bet he didn’t like it.
The room was small, with only a queen bed, two nightstands, and a chair.
His bag sat on that chair, and he dug through it, seemingly insistent on finding those test results.
He rambled briefly about covering all bases and finding rubbers too.
In the meantime, Nate ducked into the even tinier bathroom in the entryway to freshen up, and it was my turn when he was finished.
I spent less than two minutes in there, basking in the relief of not feeling nervous, and it was evidently enough time for Nate to regain his assertiveness. Because I came out to find a few printouts on the floor and two men on the bed, in the middle of making out and shedding clothes.
God-fucking-damn.
They’d killed the light in the ceiling too, instead flicking on the smaller ones on the nightstands.
The curtains had been drawn.
I inhaled a long breath as heat rolled over me in a heavy wave that slowed time down and directed all my focus on Nate and Kyle.
Fuck me, but that was pure sex. Nate liked to joke about him being the geek and me being the jock, but fucking look at him.
The muscles in his back shifted with grace as he hovered over Kyle, who was mostly impatient to get Nate’s pants off.
My man was in charge, and his dominance quiet but unyielding.
He had patience. He showed more than he spoke.
Kyle grunted and finally pushed down Nate’s pants, and all Nate did was slip a hand to Kyle’s throat and deepen the kiss.
I stepped out of my jeans and threw them on the chair, then hauled my tee over my head.
“Ash is gonna bury his big cock right here,” Nate said quietly, his voice full of lust. “You better make it good for him. His cock deserves all the worship.”
Jesus. All right, I was done watching.
Kyle writhed under Nate’s body. “Fuckin’ get to it,” he exhaled. “I need it.”
Yeah, he was impatient.
I smirked faintly and took the last steps there, then planted my knee on the bed.
The mattress dipping with my weight was enough to shift Nate’s attention, and he pulled me down for a hungry kiss.
Desire shot through me. It was like falling into a dark abyss, and I had no intention of crawling out anytime soon.
Kyle wasn’t shy. Or passive, for that matter. While Nate and I made out, Kyle reached for me and sucked my cock into his mouth. I muttered a curse and slipped my fingers through his hair, down to the back of his head.
Nate broke away and moved off Kyle.
I let the pleasure coursing through me dictate my next move, but I wasn’t in any rush. Instead, I just let out a breath and tipped my head back. The guy could suck cock. He was eager and used plenty of tongue. Tight hold between his lips. Down his throat…
I groaned and started fucking his mouth unhurriedly.
“All fours,” Nate ordered quietly.
Kyle shifted his position, though I didn’t care to look. I was too busy enjoying myself.
Anticipation built up when I didn’t rely on my eyes to tell me what was going on. That on its own was a heady drug. Hearing Nate tear a foil packet, the lube packet…Kyle groaning around my cock…
I shuddered and fisted his hair.
I fucked his mouth a little harder.
A little faster.
But when I heard Nate suck in a breath and felt Kyle tense up, I had to see for myself. I had to see my boy push his cock inside Kyle. I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and stared hungrily. Kyle moaned and pushed back.
Nate took him slowly, inch by inch, and I watched his cock sink deeper and deeper.
What caught me off guard was how incredibly fucking sexy I found Nate as a Top. I mean, I’d always loved his low-key confidence and dominance, but I’d never considered I’d get off on watching him take that out on someone else.
Something loosened in my chest, tension I wasn’t aware I’d carried around, and it was damn liberating.
I buried my cock in Kyle’s throat and grew still for a moment, and I locked eyes with Nate.
We just stared at each other. Fuck, it felt good.
We could do this.
“Don’t swallow.” I clenched my jaw and screwed my eyes shut as I came in Kyle’s mouth. He shivered and trembled between Nate and me, and the light sheen of sweat on his back made his muscles more pronounced. He was goddamn sexy, this jarhead.
Once the biggest rush of pleasure had faded, I dipped down and kissed him hard.
He pulled me closer and groaned, all while Nate fucked him from behind.
I swallowed, tasting myself, and nudged Kyle farther back. Nate sat on his heels, and I slipped my hand to Kyle’s throat. Then he got the hint and tilted his head toward Nate, and the two met in a passionate, breathless kiss.
That’ll do.
Desire kept running through my bloodstream, and I was nowhere near finished.
They swallowed my release together, and I saw the urgency build up in my boy. His grip on Kyle’s hips tightened, he fucked him faster, and he clenched his jaw.
“Fuck yourself on him as hard as you can,” I murmured to Kyle, kissing his jaw. At the same time, I let my hand drop to his cock. Rock hard and gorgeous.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Make it hurt.”
Fuck yes.
The Sadist in me roared ahead, and I started testing his limits. I sank my teeth into his shoulder and squeezed his cock tightly.
He definitely liked it rough. His lips parted, and he fell back against Nate.
Nate had to take over, and he had zero complaints about it. He slammed his cock into Kyle and set a fast pace, all while Kyle stayed in his position, kneeling at the center of the bed, Nate behind him, me in front of him.
“Fuck,” he gasped.
They were both close.
I stroked Kyle’s cock even tighter as I kissed and bit at his neck, and that evidently did it for him. Seconds later, he let out a groan and started coming, and Nate wasn’t far behind.
“A guy could get used to this.” I chuckled lazily and folded an arm under my head.
Nate laughed under his breath and kissed my chest. “Don’t.”
I sighed contentedly, combing my fingers through Kyle’s hair. He clearly wasn’t done yet, but no matter how good he was with his mouth, I’d need a few more minutes before I could get hard again.
In the meantime…I had both of them showering me with attention.
I shivered and stretched out one of my legs.
Kyle hummed around my cock, and he slid a hand up my thigh.
Fuck. Just like that.
Nate kissed his way down to Kyle. “I’m gonna get your ass ready for the next one. He doesn’t do gentle.”
Oh, I could…
There was a time and a place for everything.
But now wasn’t it.
“Ready when you are,” Kyle murmured. He reached over and captured Nate in a deep kiss that quickly turned into an intoxicating show to watch.
I gripped my cock and stroked it slowly.
Maybe I was getting ready sooner than I’d thought.
In fact, I wanted to get in on the action right now.
I joined them in the middle of the bed, and it was the headiest fucking thing. Just letting our bodies give and take, making out together, forgetting where one started and the other ended, kissing one man and teasing the other, feeling teeth and blunt fingernails across my skin, hands wandering—
“Jesus fuck,” I exhaled. I kissed Kyle again and pulled Nate in too. My hands had to be on them—one of them, either of them, both of them—at all times, it seemed. Nathan was everything I loved, and Kyle was the new shiny toy, and fuck me, was he hot.
Especially the glimpses I saw of him struggling—because it was so clear to me that this was a man who was usually dominant. A Top, even. So, I bet it wasn’t second nature for him to stand down.
I cupped his cheek and kissed him deeply for a quick beat. “Get on all fours at the edge of the bed. I’ll want my feet on the floor for this.”
The look of sheer need he gave me was enough to make me impatient too.
“When the hell did it get dark out?” Nate panted.
Didn’t know, didn’t care.
I gritted my teeth and pumped in and out of Kyle harder and harder.
God-fucking-dammit, I’d been close for the past ten minutes, it felt like. But my legs were fucking killing me. I’d cramped up twice already, and it made me feel old.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” I growled.
Nate collapsed on the bed, chest heaving, cock spent, sweat glistening—and I envied him. I wanted to get there too.
“I hope you don’t mind bruises, Marine.” I realized my fingers were digging into his hips to the point where it had to hurt.
“Won’t be able to walk either at this rate,” he panted. “Don’t fucking stop. Christ on a fucking—hnngh. I’m right there.”
Oh fuck, like that—the way he just clenched down and pushed back on my cock.
If he did that any tighter, he’d pull the rubber with him, for chrissakes.
A shudder ran through me, and before I knew it, he cranked things up further.
He eased back toward me and looped an arm around my neck, and we met in a messy kiss.
I swept my tongue into his mouth and caught a quick glance of his hand working his cock. The pressure built up faster, fucking finally, forcing back the ache of my muscles.
He pushed back when I rammed in, and we chased our release together. Fucking desperately.
Goose bumps rose across my arms, and a bead of sweat trickled down my temple.
“I’m gonna come,” he moaned.
Thank fuck. Seeing it became my own undoing. Ropes of come shot from his cock, and I felt the pleasure pull me under at last. It rushed through me in hot pulses and made me feel feverish. And like I was underwater.
I fucked him until I couldn’t anymore. And then…everything went quiet. Buried balls deep, condom filled, I dropped my forehead to the dip between his shoulder blades, and the only thing I heard was our heavy breathing.
Sweet Jesus, I was done.
I needed a shower, maybe an energy drink, definitely a big fat hoagie, and sleep.
In that order.
Could I even find a hoagie in fucking England?
Probably not.
“How is my ass,” Kyle panted, “on fire and…” He swallowed. “And completely numb at the same time…”
I let out a breathless chuckle, unable to respond.
Gimme a minute or fourteen.
“I don’t know, but I’ve been there,” Nate yawned. “Can we get something to eat now? I’m hungry.”
Kyle blew out a heavy breath. “There’s a kebab place on the corner. It’s decent.”
It wasn’t a hoagie, but it would do.
For the record, if Nate wanted to thank Kyle for his service, now was a good time.
A year later
Boston
Nathan Mills
“Yeah, no, of course. I appreciate you calling. Thanks.” I cleared my throat and ended the call.
Ash sank down on the couch with a heavy sigh. “They decided to go with another couple.”
I nodded with a dip of my chin and sat down next to him.
Goddammit.
We hadn’t actually expected much from this process, but it still stung.
“We’ve just begun this journey.” I put a hand on his thigh.
He nodded slowly.
“I think I need to hunt down a brat or throw some knives tonight,” he muttered.
I rubbed his thigh. Truth be told, I had zero desire to attend a kink party tonight, though I’d do it for him.
“I love you, Ash.”
He released a breath and leaned up against me, and he draped an arm around me. “I love you more.”
Impossible.
Do you remember that following Father’s Day? You came home from work with a card. You squeezed me tightly and kissed my temple as I read the words, “I don’t know when, but it is a when, not an if. Happy Father’s Day, baby.”
I still have that card in my nightstand drawer.