Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Tom
I’m spooning Daniel, and I have a hard-on that won’t quit.
I ignore my body’s demands for release and revel in the moment.
The spouses are dozing in their post-coital bliss.
I cherish being part of their moment of reconnection.
Both Melanie and Daniel are lovely people, and even if I’ll never be invited in their bedroom again, I’ll always remember this night.
It’d been wonderful to watch Melanie please her husband and to have her clench around my fingers as she came. And when Daniel took her long and hard, Melanie did everything to include me into the moment —sweetly stroking my legs and sucking my cock.
If they were open to it, I wouldn’t object to sharing Melanie with her husband. I would definitely not mind taking his ass. My cock twitches at the thought and sticky liquid oozes from the tip.
Next to me, Daniel stirs. “You all right?” He turns toward me, and it takes all my willpower not to groan when he involuntary strokes the back of his hand over the sensitive tip of my dick.
“I’m fine.”
He moves his face closer to mine and seeks out my lips. His movement is tentative, as if he’s unsure if I would welcome a kiss from him. As if I would turn him down.
We share a breath. His exhalation is warm against my lips, carrying that sharp hint of mint he’s always chewing.
His hand lands on my waist, and I slant my head and fuse our lips together.
Our mouths meet properly this time, and the shift hits hard.
His breath leaves him in a quiet rush, his mouth firming against mine, answering without restraint.
The hesitation burns off fast. What’s left is heat.
His five-o’clock shadow grazes my cheek when he tilts his head, rough enough to spark across my skin. I feel the scrape paired with the press of his mouth everywhere. My fingers tighten on his ass, muscle solid underneath.
He moves against me again, our cocks bumping. Fuck me. I turn almost feral with need. My lips part, and I drag my tongue along the seam of his mouth. A low sound slips out of him, rough, caught halfway between breath and something deeper, and his lips open without resistance.
I’m met with wet heat.
His tongue is stronger now, sure of itself. The kiss deepens, pulls tighter, and the world narrows to this single point of contact. The glide of his mouth. The heat building between us. The uneven rhythm of our shared breathing.
His hand shifts at my waist, fingers spreading, pulling me closer. I go easily.
Hardness pressing against my stomach. The contact sends a slow pulse through me, heavy and warm, settling low. My breath stutters against his mouth, and he answers by deepening the kiss again, like he felt it too. Like he’s been waiting for that exact reaction.
My hand slides up, into his hair, gripping, angling him closer. He follows the pressure without hesitation, mouth moving with mine, teeth catching lightly at my lower lip before he eases back in.
The taste of him settles on my tongue. Mint but underneath it, something wilder. Something that’s just him.
He exhales against my mouth again, rougher this time, and I feel it all the way down.
My body leans into his without thinking, chasing more of that contact, more of him. His grip tightens in response.
Kissing Daniel won’t help my dick go down, but who can resist? I can’t. And even when my cock won’t be satisfied tonight, I’m all right with not getting off.
When I come up for air, I notice Melanie lies propped on one elbow.
“Do you mind us kissing?” I don’t think she does, but I’m not a mind reader. Also, Melanie and Daniel need to learn to talk about their feelings, needs, and wants. Why not start here?
“Why would I mind?” There is a tiny frown on her forehead. Scooting forward until she’s front to back with Daniel, she rests her free hand on my shoulder.
I arch an eyebrow but stay silent. It’s enough to prompt her to continue, “I… uhm… I think it’s sexy.”
Daniel stiffens and he slowly turns his head so he can see her face. Amusement tickles the sides of my mouth.
“You—” Daniel clears his voice— “You do?”
“Hell, yes, you’re both gorgeous and clearly into this. How could I not get turned on by that?” She glances over to me. “I just realized we both got off, and you didn’t.”
Warmth spreads through my chest, slow and steady, until it feels like it might spill over, and I can’t quite keep the smile off my face. My hands tingle where they touch Daniel’s hip. “That’s okay.”
“Nu-uh, I don’t think so.” She nudges her husband. “What do you think? Should we give Daddy a blowjob?”
Even from my angle, I can see Daniel’s eyes go wide and an attractive blush colors his cheeks.
“I would like that.” He fixes his gaze on me. “Would you let us?”
“Hell yes. If my cock could smile, it would be grinning right now.” For a second, everything above my neck just… stops. I push up from the bed, slower than I mean to, dragging my focus back where it belongs. “I would like you both to kneel.”
I almost come right then and there when they both scramble off the mattress and slide to their knees in front of me. Placing my hands on both their heads, I lean forward and kiss first Melanie than Daniel. I keep it short and sweet. My cock is begging for attention.
A little awkward at first, Daniel observes while Melanie uses her hands and mouth on my cock. His breathing is ragged. When she comes up for air, she leans to the side and Daniel grips my dick. He’s careful. Too careful to my likings.
“It won’t break, Daniel. Grip it like you would your own dick.”
His hand tightens. My balls draw up.
“That’s it.”
He strokes a few times up and down, giving it a little twist on the downward movement.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
A much smaller hand cups my sack and gently rolls my balls.
My breath stutters out of me, not because of what they’re doing, but because of what it means.
The way they move together, like this isn’t something separate, not something divided, but shared.
They move with an ease that shouldn’t be there, not the first time, not like this, and yet nothing falters, nothing hesitates.
I clench my hands into fists. I want to touch everything at once. One of them. Both of them. Anchor myself. I settle for their hair, fingers threading through.
Heat builds as Daniel’s mouth sinks over my length. It spreads and pulls something loose inside me. My head tips back before I realize I’ve let it, my body reacting before thought can catch up.
God.
My chest rises hard on a breath I don’t quite finish. Every nerve feels awake, not just where they touch me, but everywhere. My stomach tightens, my thighs, my hands where they grip a little too firmly. I try to ease it, to soften, but they don’t seem to mind. If anything, it draws them closer.
That’s what gets me.
Not just the sensation, though it’s there, layered and shifting in ways that don’t let me settle into one rhythm. It’s the awareness of them.
My focus fractures. I feel too much at once. Warmth, movement, breath, the brush of skin, the contrast of soft and firm, slow and sudden. It builds, recedes, and builds again, like waves that don’t crash but keep pulling me under anyway.
A sound leaves me before I can stop it. Low. Rough.
They don’t pause. Something deeper than the physical pull tightening low in my body. It settles in my chest and spreads outward until I feel it in my throat and behind my ribs.
My breathing turns uneven, shallow one moment, deep the next, chasing something I can’t quite reach yet. Every shift, every change in pressure or pace pulls another reaction out of me, strips another layer of restraint I didn’t realize I was holding onto.
I feel seen.
For a moment, everything slows. My senses turn sharper.
I can pick up their breathing. It’s not just the sound, I can literally feel puffs of air on my most sensitive parts.
The heat coils tighter, the tension building in a way that feels inevitable now.
My body leans into it without hesitation, chasing that edge.
One of them, I think it’s Melanie, sucks on my balls.
“Fuck…”
The pressure builds, steady and consuming now, drawing everything inward, every nerve, every breath, and every thought narrowing to a single point. It hits like something breaking open.
The tension that’s been building, tightening, pulling everything inward suddenly has nowhere left to go, and my body gives in all at once. Heat surges through me, sharp and consuming, and I feel it ripple outward in pulses I can’t control, each one dragging a rough breath from my chest.
My hands lock where they are, fingers tightening without thought, every muscle caught in that same rhythm. It’s not one sensation but a series of them, quick, intense waves that crest and crash before I can even catch up, my body moving with it, carried by something stronger than intention.
Sound tears out of me, because holding it back isn’t an option anymore.
There’s a split second where everything sharpens and almost becomes unbearable, before it all spills over into something brighter, fuller, almost too much to hold.
The intensity lingers for a few seconds, pulsing through me, each contraction softer than the last, the edge dulling into something warm and heavy.
My head lulls forward, and my chest rises on a breath that finally comes easy again. My body loosens piece by piece as the tension drains out of me.
What’s left is a deep, spreading calm.
It settles low first, then moves outward, through my limbs, into my chest, into the way my hands relax where they still rest on them. My thoughts go quiet. Like everything that was loud a moment ago has softened into something I don’t need to question.
I breathe in slowly, feeling the aftershocks fade into warmth.
And I don’t want to move.