Chapter Nineteen #2
Donovan chuckled. “Well, focus, my dear. I have plans for you, and if you come too soon, then you might ruin them.”
Hamish’s green eyes went wide, and he swallowed audibly. “Well, I’d hate to ruin your plans.”
That might’ve come off as cheeky, but Hamish was clearly sincere.
I saw edging in his future. Not that I was overly familiar with the concept. A guy I’d dated in university enjoyed edging me every time we got into bed. Most of the rest of the guys—and my wife—just wanted to get on with things. I, on the other hand, thought prolonging pleasure sounded delicious.
Donovan tugged Hamish toward him, and their lips touched.
Just the lightest of touches.
Right.
Their first lips-touching kiss.
I waited until Donovan deepened the kiss. Then slowly, I eased my hand across Donovan’s hips—ensuring I grazed his cock with my knuckles—before dipping my fingers down to encircle Hamish’s cock.
He jerked at the contact, then moaned as Donovan tugged his hair.
I swiped my thumb across his slit—just the way he liked—and slid my index finger through his drop of precum.
“Jesus.” He pulled back from Donovan’s kiss and met his gaze. “I can’t…I need…”
Just to tease, I squeezed his cock and twisted my wrist.
He bit his lower lip so hard he risked drawing blood.
Donovan chuckled. “That’s pretty close to the edge, sweetheart. How badly do you want to come?”
Hamish cleared his throat. “Uh…a lot?”
I snickered.
He glared at me before refocusing on Donovan. “Whatever. I’ll do whatever it takes. But like, we’ve just started, and, you know, Tyson—”
“Is just fine.” I pressed my erection against Donovan’s smooth hip. “I’m good to wait my turn.”
Donovan caught my gaze and grinned wickedly. “You know I’ll make it worth the wait.”
“Oh, I know you will. But take care of him for us, eh?” I gestured to Hamish with my chin.
“With pleasure.” Donovan turned back to Hamish. “What do you want?”
“All of it.” Hamish vibrated with evident excitement. “I want it all.”
“That’s a lot—”
“I want you in me.” He ducked his head for a moment before meeting Donovan’s gaze again. “I know that’s a big step, and, like, not all guys do that, and—”
Donovan placed a finger on his lips. “That’s a big ask for your first time.”
Hamish squirmed.
After a moment, Donovan removed his finger.
“I, uh, have, you know…toys?”
The raising of the sentence at the end making it a question of sorts didn’t totally reassure me.
Apparently, neither did it for Donovan. “You have toys.”
Hamish nodded.
“Do you use them?”
Those green eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Uh…yeah?”
Again with the sentence that might or might not be a question.
“If you think I’m going to judge you one way or the other, sweetheart, you’ve got it all wrong.
If you use your toys on yourself—that’s great.
A real cock will feel different, but you’ll at least have some idea of what you’re in for.
You don’t need to be embarrassed. If, on the other hand, you have toys but haven’t used them, that’s okay too. ”
“I have. Used them.” Hamish looked up toward the ceiling. “Mostly since I met you which is all kinds of inappropriate.”
Is now a good time to tell him how often I’ve jerked off thinking of the two of them naked?
Yeah, probably not the best timing. But I tucked away that nugget to share later.
Donovan chuckled—pulling me from my musings.
“God, you’re adorable, Hamish. And I mean that in the best way possible.
” Slowly, he removed my hand from our partner’s cock.
A cock that’d remained hard and, by all indications possible, enjoyed my gentle ministrations.
After moving my hand to my hip—and grazing my cock with his knuckles—Donovan turned his full attention to Hamish.
I didn’t mind.
Not in the least.
Donovan leaned in for a kiss.
I cursed I couldn’t see properly. Still, the little noises Hamish made went straight to my rock-hard shaft.
Which I might’ve casually brushed myself.
Then as Donovan’s muscular shoulders flexed, I grasped myself, trying to stave off the impending orgasm.
I’d assumed Donovan would be gorgeous. And fit.
One didn’t do the kind of work he did without being in superior physical condition.
What really got to me was the contrast between his dark skin and Hamish’s impossibly pale one. Something about seeing the two men together kicked my libido into high gear.
Oh, and my heart as well.
Donovan pulled back.
Hamish sighed.
“It only gets better.” Donovan chuckled. “But our partner’s missing out on all the fun. I’m going to roll on your other side so he can get his fill.”
Oh yes, please.
Hamish gulped in air. “Yeah. For sure.”
Donovan raised himself on his arms to lever over Hamish. Unexpectedly, his right arm buckled, and he landed on Hamish.
Who expelled an oof.
“Shit.” Donovan slid to Hamish’s far side and winced.
Hamish rolled to his side, facing him, then scooted back so his ass brushed my cock. He was so occupied with Donovan that he didn’t notice.
Or at least I assumed he didn’t.
“You move to the center, and I can, you know…” He made some weird gesture.
“Ride me?” Donovan managed the words, but the self-deprecation came through loud and clear.
Hamish nodded vigorously. “Yeah, that’s, uh, kind of a fantasy of mine.”
I believed him. The guy did earnest brilliantly.
“I mean…” Boldly, he trailed his finger along Donovan’s sternum, down to his navel. “I want to look into your eyes.”
“That was the plan.”
“Yes, but you won’t be able to support your weight—”
“Are you calling me fat?”
I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.
Hamish sputtered. “Uh, solid muscle? Hell no.”
In return, Donovan chuckled. “Okay. But I want Tyson to prep you.”
Hamish stiffened against me.
Does he not want…
Then he pushed his ass against my cock, and I was left in no doubt of that intentional move.
Donovan reached for the bottle of lube with his left arm and casually—and carefully—tossed it my way.
I caught it deftly.
Hamish glanced over his shoulder.
I scooted farther away so I was almost off the bed, and I encouraged him to lie flat on his back.