Chapter Nineteen #3
“We need a bigger bed.” Hamish grumbled the words with a little furrow in his brow.
“I have a bigger bed.” Donovan made a show of glancing around the stunning condo with its million-dollar view. “I can see into my neighbor’s backyard when I leave the blinds up.”
“Which I suspect isn’t often.” I chuckled, trying to coax him to return from the inherent need he had to compare everything. His competitive streak stretched a mile long.
“I thought I was supposed to prep you. Scoot up, lean back, and show me your beautiful hole.”
He gulped. Then complied.
After he settled, I spread his legs and nestled between them.
His gaze never left mine.
I poured lube onto my fingers.
“You, uh, going to warm it up again?”
Donovan chuckled. “Oh man, later I want a blow-by-blow of what I missed.”
“Oh, I promise you will.” I didn’t break eye contact with Hamish, but I did nod Donovan’s way. “He was very stoic through his first hand job.”
“I blew my load at the earliest opportunity.”
Sensing the moment, I pushed up onto my knees, leaned over him, and placed my lips on his. The kiss began languid but quickly turned steamy as he again welcomed the invasion of my tongue.
I guided his hand to hold his cock and balls out of the way.
He complied.
Then as I continued hot and demanding kisses, I circled my finger around his rim.
As expected, he tensed.
“Relax.” Donovan’s soothing voice washed over both of us.
Hamish obeyed.
I slowly sank a finger into him.
He moaned.
Experimentally, I added a second finger.
He shifted.
I sank in deeper. And slowly, I felt him relaxing. So I pulled back from the kiss, then pressed our sweat-slicked foreheads against each other. Then, sadist that I was, I continued to work his hole. I scissored, I twisted, and eventually—to my delight—I found his prostate.
His entire body reacted as if hit with an electric jolt. “Jesus.” His whisper might’ve been a little reverential.
Donovan’s answering chuckle might’ve been a little amused.
Hamish’s head lolled back as he dragged his lower lip through his teeth again.
“He’s ready.” Donovan’s voice rumbled.
After a long moment, I withdrew my fingers. I snagged a tissue from the box on the nightstand and wiped them.
Dazedly, Hamish met my gaze. “I…”
I leaned back over to press a broken kiss to his lips. “Only if you want to.”
“Oh, I want.”
“Then let Donovan show you.”
He nodded.
When I turned him toward Donovan, I found the man had rolled on a condom and lubed himself while we’d been busy.
His cock curled up toward his belly, and I took a moment to admire.
He held out his left hand.
Hamish took it.
He encouraged Hamish to crawl over and then straddle him.
Our third complied willingly with an eager grin on his face.
“Grab my cock.” Donovan issued the command to Hamish, glanced over at me, grinning, then turned back to Hamish.
In the past, I might’ve felt envy. Not today. I’d sampled Hamish—now Donovan’s turn had come.
Hamish tentatively grasped Donovan’s cock.
Donovan placed his hand over the other man’s and gripped firmly.
“Yeah, okay.” Hamish slowly raised himself and, with Donovan’s assistance, guided him to his entrance.
Slowly—ever so slowly—he sank.
Donovan flexed his jaw.
My gaze eagerly ate up the scene—looking back and forth between the two men.
Hamish’s eyes drifted shut as he nearly bottomed out.
“No, look at me.” Donovan growled the words.
His eyes snapped open, and he met Donovan’s gaze. Obeying the command.
Yeah, I’d have done the same thing. In fact, my cock surged at Donovan’s authoritative tone.
“You okay?”
Hamish nodded at Donovan’s question.
“Then move. Slowly.”
Another frantic nod. Hamish placed his hands on Donovan’s taut abdomen and slowly started to move up and down.
The contrast between the men struck me. Light and dark. Muscular and slender. Bald and shaggy haired.
That contrast amused me. That I would note something so mundane.
Yet when Donovan grasped Hamish’s hair and tugged, I nearly exploded.
“Faster.” Donovan bucked up.
“Yes.” Hamish hissed the word as he picked up the pace.
“You too.” Donovan didn’t look at me, but the intention behind his order clearly resonated in the room.
I grasped my cock harder. For a fraction of a second, I considered lube.
Nah.
Pumping my cock, I matched Hamish’s frantic rhythm.
Donovan grasped his thighs to guide him—breaths coming harshly.
“Oh…” Hamish whimpered.
Is he sore or…oh…
Hamish erupted, his cum spilling out and kind of going in every direction.
Donovan grunted, then held himself still.
I tugged harder, and within a couple of heartbeats, the orgasm overtook me as well. Cum coated my hand as I tried to keep the mess to a minimum. I needn’t have bothered trying. The sheets would need to be replaced after this round.
Hamish fell forward—into Donovan’s waiting arms.
The stronger man gripped him tight. Then he waved me over.
I complied instantly. I plastered myself against them, tucked myself into the crook of Donovan’s right shoulder, and splayed my hand on Hamish’s back.
He giggled.
Donovan chuckled.
All felt right in the world.