33. Bradley
Bradley
T ake a chance? It seems so easy, but I’m scared. Afraid of having my heart broken. That I open myself to the two of them more, only for them to decide it was better with just them.
The awkward absence of anyone speaking fills the room like a thick blanket. The sounds of our breathing, almost in unison. Malcolm grips my hand tighter, covering our clasped hands with his free one.
“Bradley.” Malcolm says one word and I want to cave. To say yes.
Jefferson reaches out, his fingers brushing along the curve of jaw, gripping my chin in his fingers, pulling my face toward him. “Say yes. Give us a chance to be something amazing,” he whispers, voice thick, lips barely inches from my mouth. “It’s just one word, yes.”
I don’t answer, indecision eating away at my soul.
Jefferson presses a soft kiss to my lips, then turns my head back to Malcolm, who does the same. Something in me cracks. The rope around my heart begins to unravel like a stray piece of thread.
I exhale, pushing out all the doubt with the expelled air. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t want this. The two of you. My answer is yes.” I pause for a split second, then add. “Just don’t break my heart.”
That is all it takes.
Malcolm, normally more reserved, kisses me first, slow and deep, and full of unyielding desire. Jefferson’s there too, kissing along my neck, one hand on my thigh, the other slipping around my back, pressing firmly.
Their bodies press close to mine, and I can feel their hands and mouths moving over me like they’re learning every inch. Fingers slip over the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one by one. It’s not rushed. It’s careful. Like they want to savor every second as they start to undress me.
“We’ll never hurt you. Make mistakes, most likely. But we’ll grow from them.” Jefferson's soft voice dances along my earlobe before his tongue licks along the rim.
My head falls back as Malcolm kisses my neck, then pulls away breathing heavily. “We want you . Not for a night. But for a lifetime.”
My eyes burn as tears demand to break free. The two of them see me. They want me. Flaws and all.
They want me, and I want them. My dick aches as it presses tightly against my jeans. I need more. I need them.
Malcolm and Jefferson lean forward in front of me, their lips colliding in a passionate kiss.
One so hot I can’t help but moan, as I rock my hips upward.
Seeing them together should hurt, feel wrong, cause jealousy.
But it does none of that. I love that they care this deeply about each other.
The way they look when they kiss, the fire between them.
Most of all, I want to seal this new relationship with a round of hot and heavy sex.
“That’s hot,” slips heavy and needy from my mouth.
“We can make it hotter,” Jefferson growls, the vibrations causing my body to hum.
“How’s that?” I all but whimper, a lump building in my throat.
“By taking this to the bedroom,” Malcolm murmurs, his voice husky, his eyes half lidded.
I take their hands, one in each of mine, and stand.
They don’t resist or hesitate. Both of them stand just as eager as I am to take this new relationship of ours to the next level. To be together as one, the three of us. If we can’t do that, then there’s no use pursuing the possibility of an us.
The walk to the bedroom is quiet, just the sounds of our footsteps, the soft groans and heavy breaths as our bodies brush against each other.
The bedroom is dim, the only light coming from the glow of my laptop and the glow of the nightlight in the bathroom. The bed isn’t made. The comforter is thrown back haphazardly, and the sheets are still crumpled from where I slept on them last night. But I don’t care.
I don’t waste time, letting go of their hands, turning to face them as I reach for the button on my jeans, undoing it, guiding the zipper gently down as I remove the pants and boxers at the same time. Standing naked before them, I grasp my cock and slowly stroke from base to tip.
Their eyes lock on the movement of my hand, the bead of precum leaking from my slit.
“I like how you’re thinking.” Jefferson smirks as he kicks off his shoes, then removes his pants. Not wanting to be left out, Malcolm follows right behind him.
Once they’re both naked, Jefferson steps slightly behind Malcolm, his hand reaching down and gripping his cock, a soft moan slipping from Malcolm’s lips. “See how needy he is, Bradley? Malcolm needs both of us to take care of him. To take and give the pleasure he needs so greatly.”
I rake my teeth across my lower lip, my eyes devouring the scene before me. “Bring him to the edge,” I whimper. “Let me see how he crumbles beneath your touch.”
Malcolm’s head falls back onto Jefferson’s body as he kisses along his neck. His hand moves in a slow, steady rhythm along the length of his cock, and I can’t help but match the pace as I stroke my own.
But watching isn’t enough when I see the fluid leaking from his tip.
My tongue drags lazily along my lower lip, begging to taste him.
My body moves before my brain can catch up with it.
Dropping to my knees, I peer up at the two of them through my lashes.
“I want to taste him,” I announce. Jefferson grins, releasing his hold, as Malcolm lets out a needy whimper.
“I got you, baby,” my voice huskier than I intended.
Taking hold of his hips, I open my mouth, letting my tongue dart out and swirl around his mushroom head, lapping the precum, moaning as I do.
Taking him into my mouth, I lower down his shaft, relaxing my throat until I’ve taken his complete length.
I let out a growl; the vibrations coating his shaft as he twitches in desire.
“Suck him, make him come and swallow every ounce of his release,” Jefferson commands, and I happily comply.
I can feel Malcolm’s legs begin to quiver, his body tensing, but I don’t let up. I want to taste him so badly. Last time wasn’t enough. But tonight, I want more. The need to be inside him is greater. But there’s also Jefferson.
“Fuccckkk,” he whines, “I’m going to come,” he moans heavily.
“Ahh, and what do we do when we want to come?” Jefferson asks deeply.
“Www. Wee beggg.” Malcolm drags out, stumbling over his words as I grip him tighter, taking him in so deeply I can feel him hitting the back of my throat.
“Come.” One word is all that Jefferson has to say before I feel Malcolm’s cock twitch in my mouth as his cum explodes down my throat.
I can feel Malcolm becoming weak as Jefferson holds on to him, bracing him from falling. “You were such a good boy, Malcolm. Bradley did such a good job taking care of you.”
“Now it’s our turn to come.” Jefferson winks at me as Malcolm’s semi flaccid cock slips from my mouth.
But a devilishly delicious idea seeps into my mind.
“Jefferson.” I wait for him to reply as he guides Malcolm over to the bed, setting him down on the edge, and I slowly stand.
“You betrayed me,” I remind him.
“I thought we’d moved past that. And now,” he gestures between us, “is the time you want to rehash it?”
“Not rehash. But I know how you can make up for your betrayal.” I can’t help but smile, one that goes ear to ear as both Malcolm and Jefferson gaze at me in confusion.
“Okay. Anything you want,” he says.
“Anything?” I question, just to be sure.
He nods as Malcolm leans in, kissing his shoulder, as his hand rubs along his inner thigh, brushing against his hard shaft.
“I want to change things up a little. Especially with this being our first time together. The three of us,” I purr.
“What are you thinking?” Jefferson raises an eyebrow, letting out a slight hiss as Malcolm’s fingernails graze his flesh.
“You’re always the dominant top. Tonight you’re our bottom. Doing what we want. Begging for us to let you come. Show me how sorry you are. That you’ll do what it takes to make me happy. To atone for your sin.”
Jefferson doesn’t say a word as Malcolm chuckles softly. I feel the knot lodging in my throat as I wait for his response. Is he going to give in and let me take charge?
“How do you want me?” Jefferson asks. “On the bed on my knees, ass in the air. On the floor, dick in my mouth. Kneeling before you, as I go between you and Malcolm, sucking you both until you come.”
My cock twitches as he asks me what I want. Fuck I want it all. But tonight, not only am I going to have Jefferson out of his comfort zone but Malcolm as well.
“On your knees, Malcolm’s cock buried deep inside your ass as I fuck him. You only get to use your hand tonight.”
“You play dirty, but because I abused your privacy, you get a pass.” He stands slowly, turns around and places a knee on my bed. He takes a second, looking back over his shoulder. “But it’s just for tonight. Remember that.”
He crawls into the middle of the bed, shaking his ass, over exaggeration at its finest.
Malcolm just gazes at me, then behind him to Jefferson, his eyes wide.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re going to top that ass and enjoy every minute of it.
” I reach out, my fingertips lazily dragging down the side of his face.
“Now crawl up behind him and get him ready. Take that tongue and tease his hole, get him ready.”
He doesn’t answer, just hesitates for a minute. “Come prep me, Malcolm. Be a good boy,” Jefferson tells him, slightly less dominant than he was before.
Malcolm moves into place behind Jefferson, placing his hand on his ass as he spits into the crack. My mouth drops when any hesitation he had before disappears as he lowers his face and I hear Jefferson moan loudly.
Stepping over to the nightstand, I pull out lube and two condoms, then climb on the bed behind Malcolm.
“Is he ready for you?” I whisper into his ear.
“I think so,” Malcolm mumbles. “Maybe I should stretch him a little more since he never bottoms.” I watch as he slips another finger into his hole and begins to move them, stretching him.
“Pleeeaassee, I’m ready to be filled with your cock.” Jefferson whines, and it sends electricity coursing through me at how he’s taking his punishment so well.
Using my teeth I rip one of the foil packets open as I reach around Malcolm, gripping his cock in one hand as I carefully roll the condom down his dick, making sure it’s in place. Then, I open the tube of lube and squeeze it along Jefferson’s crack.
“Rub it in and slip your dick inside. Fast and hard. I want Jefferson to scream your name.”
Malcolm complies, lining the head at his Jefferson’s opening and thrusts inside of him.
“Fuuuccckkk,” Jefferson cries, his fingers gripping the sheet.
“Good boy,” I praise him. “Now it’s time for me to enter you. Then we’re going to fuck in sync.”
I press Malcolm’s body forward, putting his ass on display, enjoying the view as I roll on my condom. Taking the lube, I squeeze a generous amount into my hand before spreading it around Malcolm’s opening. My fingertip pushing inside, as he groans beneath my touch.
I don’t give him a warning, pulling my hand away I grip my cock, placing the tip at his hole and push myself inside of him in one swift movement. He groans, as does Jefferson, my movement causing a ripple effect that makes its way to him.
“Okay, I want you to start fucking him, and then I’m going to join in.”
Our bodies begin to move. Malcolm thrusts into Jefferson as I do him. It’s as if we were one unit performing the sweetest of acts. Sweat beads across our bodies, the heady smell of sex filling the room.
A groan slips from one of them, low and raw, immediately followed by another. And then a gasp. I can’t blame them; my body is on overload, and I know I won’t last much longer. We continue to move, moans growing louder as our breaths become more ragged.
“I’m going to come,” Malcolm whines.
“Me too,” Jefferson says breathlessly.
My pumps quicken until all three of us reach the edge, not separately, but together.
Our bodies tense, trembling, as each of us are caught in the same crashing wave.
It isn’t just pleasure, it’s a surrendering of our souls to each other.
A commitment. For the trust we’re building between us, and the future that we want.
We stay linked together, our bodies slumped on top of each other as we catch our breath. Needing a few moments to regain our senses. Only then do we slowly pull apart and I take the condoms and dispose of them.