Chapter 17 Fireworks.
Fireworks.
“In each of us, two natures are at war – the good and the evil. All our lives the fight goes on between them, and one of them must conquer. But in our own hands lies the power to choose – what we want most to be, we are.”
PERRI
I follow Stellan to the truck, leaving Alastair on the dark sand by the water. I wanted to stay with him, but he obviously needed a moment to compose himself.
I already knew about his dark side, I’ve heard the rumors and seen it in his eyes on occasions. He’s a mutant, after all. Part man and part old god. Helios told me that Griffin had a monstrous side, too. A dragon sleeping under his skin.
“I’m not scared of you,” I wanted to say to him, but Stellan was running away, and I felt the urge to catch up with him.
Both men are so fucking stubborn. If only they could sit and talk. They’re obviously hot for each other—if not molten. Stellan is a control freak, and the King represents giving away that control in all aspects, so he’s fighting it.
I glare at his sand-covered butt cheeks as he walks in front of me.
I’m sporting a raging erection, too. Seeing the both of them on the beach, getting it on…
I shiver. I was seconds away from jumping into the fray.
But Stellan had to be all “Wait…” and Alastair had to go “Shit, I’m sorry… blah blah blah”. I roll my eyes.
How dumb do we look, stark naked, erections dangling between our legs as we run away? I snort.
Stellan stops by the truck and grabs a water bottle from the passenger’s seat. “Fuck it,” he mumbles before pouring the entirety of it on his face.
We refill the bottle twice with the large water tank in the cell, and wash the salt from our hair and faces.
This would be considered wasting drinking water by most survivors, but we have gallons left since Griffin refilled our tanks and promised to give us more when we see them again in a few days.
Their filtration system is top notch, and they know the locations of all the best water sources.
We dry off and get rid of the sand with a towel.
My erection has finally gone down, but I grin when I realize Stellan’s, in fact, hasn’t. He’s fully hard and ready to shoot.
“Not a word,” he threatens when he notices my grin.
“Looks like you’re hungry for monster cock.”
“Perri, I swear to god…”
I snort and kiss the corner of his mouth.
We put some clothes on and get ready to make dinner. Stellan looks about to burst from his skin, but I resist the impulse to help him relax. It won’t hurt to let him stew in his unresolved issues and desires.
Alastair is nowhere to be found and I worry. Not for his life, the man is a force of nature, but for his feelings. He looked so broken when we left him on the sand.
He was thorough when he made camp, and all we have to do is prepare dinner. I pull out the large tarp and set it on the sand—I fucking hate sand, and I’d rather not feel it on my legs as I eat. When the food is ready, we wait.
After half an hour, Alastair appears from the darkness like an apparition, his eyes glowing uncannily. His clothes are still covered in sand.
“Go change. No sand on the tarp, please. Food is ready,” I say.
His pale eyes fall on the bowls filled with food in front of us. “You shouldn’t have waited for me.”
“Yes. We should have. Come on, I’m hungry.”
Alastair walks obediently to the truck, and Stellan keeps his eyes on the food as he changes into clean clothes. He has placed a blanket over his lap and I know he’s trying to hide the erection he’s still having. I want to grab him by the shoulders and shake some sense into his pea brain.
As if sensing my trail of thoughts, he looks up and glares at me. I stick my tongue out at him, and he tries to bite it off before kissing me.
Alastair comes back a moment later, wearing clean sweatpants and a dark tank top hugging his muscular chest. He sits in front of us reluctantly, where I placed his bowl and cutlery.
There’s no denying he’s uncomfortable and defeated.
I never thought I would ever see the King of Merchants like this. I hate it.
“Bon appétit,” I say in an horrendous French accent.
Both men nod and use the act of eating like a lifeline in a storm.
I chatter on for a few minutes, talking about what’s inside the Beetle and what we could improve at the Traveling Market when we get back.
Stellan and Alastair grunt in agreement from time to time.
They’re driving me crazy. But this tension makes everything fragile, and I doubt I can use my usual straightforwardness to make things better.
What they need is tenderness, especially the King.
A moth is flying around the solar lamp, its restless shadow dancing at our feet.
As soon as Alastair says, “Thank you for dinner,” I push all the dishes out of the way and crawl to him before he has time to get to his feet and escape. His eyes widen as I climb onto his lap.
“Hello you,” I whisper close to his lips.
He smiles faintly. “Hello.”
I trail my hands along his neck and pull him into a kiss. At first, it’s gentle and chaste, but quickly I put my tongue down his throat, eager to show him that his earlier outburst didn’t put me off—quite the contrary.
Behind me, Stellan isn’t making a sound. We kiss for a little longer, and I dare a glance over my shoulder and find him enraptured by us.
Good. See what you’re missing by being too proud.
I straddle Alastair’s lap and thrust my groin against his, tearing a groan from his lips.
“My King…” I whisper reverently.
He watches me with such affection, I cannot not kiss him again. His large hands slide under my t-shirt, and I quickly pull it off to give him free access to my body. His mouth finds its way to my nipples, and I moan freely. He sucks and bites it, driving me out of my mind.
I dare another glance towards Stellan, whose eyes are glued on us. I know him more than he knows himself, and so I offer him a hand. “Join us, baby. I know you want to. We want you to. Please.”
His last restraint snaps, and he crosses the distance between us in a blink.
When he captures my mouth eagerly, he takes my breath away.
Then, to my surprise, he leans towards Alastair and kisses him too.
I swear I see sparks when they touch. I can feel the Earth’s axis shift as they collide. Fireworks exploding.
Fucking finally!
As they kiss, Stellan finds my hand and squeezes it.
Seeking touch was always his way of getting reassurance and comfort.
He needs me to anchor him in the present and help him through what’s happening.
This attraction between them is new and unexpected, and it scares him.
All his past lovers were always more or less like me.
Small, pretty, easy. Never before has he been dragged into something as strong as whatever this is. As strong as Alastair.
For us it was different. We met young, and we just clicked like two pieces of a puzzle. There was never a doubt or worry. We just are.
Alastair slides a hand behind my head and pulls me into the kiss. The logistics of three people kissing is a mess, but we don’t care. I’ve never felt as alive as I am right now, with these two men sloppily worshipping me and each other.
Fireworks indeed, I think as my body is set on fire, sandwiched between the two men.
Their hands are everywhere. Caressing, nudging, rubbing…
Both of them are groaning as they swallow my moans.
This is the best day of my life. This isn’t my first threesome, but none of the others were ever so intense—so right.
That’s because you never had lovers you both desired equally, says a little voice in my head. The chemistry is off the charts.
“I need a dick in my mouth, like right now,” I announce, gasping for air.
Alastair chuckles. Then says, “I would love to see you suck Stellan off.”
“Works for me,” I place a hand over Stellan’s chest and push. He resists for a moment, then concedes and falls back on the tarp. I know he’s been painfully erect for an hour now. “Be a good boy and take your pants off.”
He hesitates for a heartbeat too long, and I hook my fingers in his pants before undoing the buttons quickly.
He closes his eyes and groans as I finally release his erection—it must be terribly painful.
Stellan is quite big, his cock is long and slender, and I used to be envious of what he was packing.
But that was before I saw what Alastair was packing.
Right now, I’m just happy to be their lover.
“You have such a pretty cock,” Alastair says, eyes riveted on his erection.
Stellan opens his mouth to argue, so I get to my knees between his legs and lick him from balls to tip.
He bucks his hips, words completely fleeing him.
I don’t want him in his head tonight. I swirl my tongue over his tip, tasting the pre-cum.
He grabs the back of my head as I play with his slit, urging me to swallow more of him.
I comply until he hits the back of my throat and I have to fight my gag reflex.
The King looms over us as I suck Stellan off. They kiss some more, and every time they do, I can feel Stellan’s cock jerk in my mouth. He’s so close already.
“You look amazing with your lips around him,” Alastair tells me.
I let Stellan’s cock go with a satisfying pop. “Do you want to taste him?”
Alastair hesitates and looks at the other man for permission. But Stellan is already so close to the edge, all he can do is nod vigorously. Alastair makes a satisfied grunt before falling on him ravenously. I keep my face close, not wanting to miss a thing.
“Fuck,” the King says. “You smell amazing. So fucking aroused and sweet. I can’t get enough…” He swallows him whole and his head bobs, white locks whipping around his shoulders.
Stellan gasps. “Stop… I’m going to…”
“Fuck yes… give it to us…” I say, riveted.
Stellan shouts as he comes down Alastair’s throat, his fingers pulling on my braid. He rarely makes noise during orgasms, so this must be a good one.
When he has finally relaxed and melted on the tarp, Alastair lets him go before pulling me into a savage kiss. We chase Stellan’s taste on each other’s tongues. I’m so hard I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.
“Fuck me, please?” I say when we separate at last.
The King smiles. “If I ever say no to that, shoot me where I stand.”
I laugh and run to the camper quickly and come back with the lube.
Stellan hasn’t moved when I return, he’s still catching his breath and keeps his face hidden under his arm.
Alastair is trailing kisses along his stomach reverently.
Stellan isn’t pushing him away and even goes as far as dropping his other hand on his hair.
This moment alone would have made it all worth it, and my heart squeezes while witnessing this intimate exchange between them.
I jump out of my pants eagerly, which makes Alastair laugh as I hand him the bottle of lube. I’ll forever be grateful for him having a bottle of oil in his truck. He pulls me into another kiss, his large hand getting a hold of my cock and giving it a slow stroke. My legs almost give out under me.
“Get on your hands and knees above Stellan’s face,” he says. “He’ll suck you off as I get you ready for my cock.”
“Holy shit. Yes.” I obey and grin down as soon as I’m in the 69 position. “Do you mind?” I ask Stellan.
He huffs a laugh, finally coming out of hiding. “Of course not.” To prove his point, he raises his head and sucks the head of my cock.
Alastair kneels behind me, by Stellan’s head, and I hear the cap of the bottle of lube coming off.
Holy shit… This is happening. I’m stuck between the two hottest men in the world. Yeeeeees!
Alastair’s slippery fingers softly rub my entrance, oiling me up, and I gasp. Stellan’s powerful arms lock around my thighs to keep me in place.
We’re having sex on the beach under the stars, and I have a King’s fingers inside me. Best. Day. Ever.
Stellan sucks my cock tenderly. He knows my body like his own and he can make me come at any moment, but he’s holding back.
Alastair inserts a first finger, and I push my hips back, eager for more.
He stretches me just right, and my arms give out.
I fall forward on Stellan’s hardening cock just as Alastair finds my prostate.
I moan with my face buried in Stellan’s crotch.