Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX_
ALL ABOUT THOSE UPGRADES
The question no sooner left Winston’s mouth than he found himself manhandled into Calvin’s lap. He’d always sort of liked that Calvin could overpower him. Calvin pressed his chest against Winston’s back and licked the shell of his ear.
Being touched and kissed by Calvin was a different experience than it was when it was Lucky’s mouth on him. The texture of Calvin’s tongue was dryer, but that only made it more erotic. Winston loved all the things that made Calvin different from him and Lucky.
He ground his ass against Calvin’s cock. He also liked the ways that they were similar.
Calvin’s hands roamed Winston’s chest, his fingers brushing against Winston’s nipples. Winston hissed when Calvin gently pinched them.
“I think we should take turns. What do you think, Lucky?”
Lucky slotted himself between Winston’s legs and leaned in.
He held Winston’s gaze as he came closer, then smirked and dodged Winston’s eager mouth and kissed Calvin instead.
Winston reached down and wrapped a hand around his dick and gave it a lazy stroke.
Precum oozed from the tip and a moan escaped him involuntarily.
Winston released his cock, and reaching for Lucky, he tugged at Lucky’s pants and undid them while Lucky and Calvin made out over his shoulder. Lucky only pulled away when Winston shoved his pants down enough to get his dick out.
“Someone’s eager.” Lucky laughed as he pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside.
“Someone’s wearing too many clothes,” Winston countered.
Mischief glimmered in Lucky’s eyes. “Okay.”
He rose to his feet and shoved his pants down to his ankles then stepped out of them and kicked them aside. When he straightened, his cock was torturously out of reach for Winston’s mouth.
“Do you want this?” Lucky stroked himself from root to tip.
Towering over Winston, he looked like a god. Like a prince. Lucky dropped down into the chair and spread his legs. “Come and get it.”
Winston tried to surge forward, but Calvin kept him caged against his body.
Lucky’s smile grew. “Uh-oh. Looks like you’re trapped. Shame.” He tipped his head back when he stroked himself again. He went slowly, swiping his thumb over the head of his dick to smear the bead of precum. “Your mouth would feel so good right now.”
Winston struggled in Calvin’s hold until Calvin chuckled in his ear. “Where do you think you’re going, Winnie? Do you want his cock that badly?”
Calvin’s hand slid lower, down his abdomen and between his legs. Winston thought for a second that Calvin might ignore his rigid cock completely, but he took him in hand, enveloped his dick in a loose hold, and tortured him by dragging the lightest of touches over him.
“What do you want, Winnie?” Calvin asked. “Do you want Lucky’s cock in your mouth while I open you up for me?”
Winston whined. Yes, he fucking wanted that, but he was already beyond words.
“Get up here, Winnie,” Lucky said. Releasing his cock, it smacked against his stomach.
Winston rose up on his knees and nearly threw himself in Lucky’s lap when he lunged for his dick. He licked stripes from the root to the tip, then back again. He mouthed Lucky’s balls, marveling at how tight they were, how soft under his tongue the skin was.
Winston braced himself on Lucky’s legs and slid his hands up from his knees to his waist as he leaned in again. He teased the head of Lucky’s cock with his tongue, swirling around the shiny, leaking tip until Lucky was trembling beneath him.
Calvin had disappeared for a moment, but he returned, and dropping behind Winston, he spread his cheeks open with one hand and then Winston felt the slick slide of a lubed finger trace the edge of his hole.
“Put his pretty cock in your mouth, Winnie,” Calvin instructed, still teasing him.
Winston looked up and met Lucky’s gaze. God, he fucking loved this man, and something in his expression must have given his thoughts away because Lucky reached for him. He cupped Winston’s cheek, and his thumb smoothed over the cheekbone, making Winston melt.
It was love that had broken them apart the first time. Love that knew it wasn’t ready. And it was love that held them together when everything had looked so fucking bleak. And with any luck, love would be with them as they navigated the rest of their lives together.
Lucky’s soft smile changed to a smirk, and he slid his hand into Winston’s hair, cradled the back of his head, and guided him down onto his cock.
Winston closed his eyes and sank into the feeling of not having to be the one in control.
He let Lucky guide him down, let the feeling of Lucky’s cock, thick on his tongue, ground him.
And then the tip of Calvin’s finger pressed into Winston’s hole. Slippery. Thick. Fucking precision aim when he stroked it across Winston’s prostate. Winston moaned and arched his back, begging for more as he bobbed up and down on Lucky’s cock.
Lucky oozed precum, and it mingled with Winston’s saliva, smoothing the way for his hand when he wrapped it around Lucky’s cock and stroked as he sucked. Lucky’s hand tightened in his hair, and the slight pull, the slight tingle in his scalp, only made his cock harder.
Calvin added a second finger, scissoring Winston open, making him moan around Lucky’s dick. Lucky held Winston still and thrust his hips up a couple times, sinking his cock deeper into Winston’s mouth.
Winston’s mind floated away. There was no real world. Nothing existed except for Lucky and Calvin and the way they tormented him until he was practically fucking himself on Calvin’s fingers, whining around Lucky’s dick when nothing was enough.
“What do you need, Winnie?” Lucky asked, easing his grip on Winston’s hair. “Do you need someone to fuck you?”
He whined and took Lucky’s cock deeper, moving his fist away from the base so he could take him as deep as possible. Calvin teased Winston’s prostate again and again until Winston was sure he was nothing but need and precum.
Then Lucky urged him to come up for air, and the fingers left his ass all at once, and Winston was suddenly so unmoored that he swayed. Lucky grabbed him by the upper arms.
“Easy, Winnie,” Lucky soothed. He leaned in and kissed Winston. Their tongues tangled together. The kiss was slow and sweet and fucking filthy. It made Winston’s hips jerk as his body begged to be used.
“Please,” Winston pleaded, his lips dancing over Lucky’s as he spoke.
“As if I could refuse such a pretty face. Move back for a second,” Lucky said, prompting Winston to sway back and be caught again in Calvin’s embrace.
Lucky moved out of the way, then patted the seat of the chair. “Up here, Winnie, on your knees. Hold onto the back of the chair.”
He scrambled to obey. Climbing up into the chair, he positioned himself just like Lucky asked.
His obedience was rewarded when Calvin stepped forward and aimed his cock, pressing the head against Winston’s hole.
“Lucky, I have a couple of surprises for the both of you. Can you top?” He looked over at Lucky and practically purred. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Hell, yeah, I can top.” Lucky seemed eager to find out what kind of surprises Calvin had for them. As interested as Winston was, he was even more eager to get Calvin’s dick inside him.
Everything whited out for a second as Calvin slid inside. His cock, thick and lubed and perfect. Winston’s knuckles turned white, he gripped the chair so hard. Arching his back, he moaned.
“Cal, oh, fuck me. That’s so good. Love your dick.
” Winston felt unhinged with how happy he was.
How turned on he was. How perfect this whole series of moments had been starting from when Calvin showed up in his shower and stretching to now as he grabbed Winston’s hips and pulled him back, impaling him on his cock.
Behind him, Lucky let out a moan and when Calvin rocked forward, Winston knew they were all joined.
“Holy shit,” Lucky squeaked, clearly surprised. “Is that… holy fuck, Winnie. Our boy has a fucking prostate.”
Calvin’s movement stuttered. “It… aftermarket upgrade. It’s why I was gone so long. I wanted some adjustments before I came back.”
Winston craned his neck to look at Calvin over his shoulder. “And you didn’t think to fucking call?”
Calvin thrust forward, knocking the indignation out of Winston with one powerful thrust. “I wanted to surprise you, but I maybe miscalculated.”
“We can hash that out later,” Lucky groaned. “God, Calvin, your ass is so fucking tight.”
Winston held on to the chair for dear life as the frenzy continued. Calvin shifted slightly, then Winston’s body lit up like a firework. Calvin pegged his prostate every time Lucky thrust forward fucking Calvin. Fucking them both.
Winston’s cock throbbed. Ached. Needed to come. Needed to fucking explode.
Calvin reached around and cupped Winston’s balls, cradling them for a few precious moments before he wrapped a hand around his dick. “Don’t come yet, Winnie.”
Lucky groaned. “I need—fuck.”
“Come in me, Lucky. It’s okay. Please,” Calvin said as he leaned in and cradled Winston against him.
Lucky’s rhythm faltered, and Winston knew by the sounds he made that he was already coming. “Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Oh, my God.”
Once Lucky had come, Calvin kissed the back of Winston’s neck. Then, suddenly, Calvin was jerking, his hips stuttering, thrusting madly like he himself didn’t quite have control of the movements, and then Winston was aware of something that shouldn’t be possible.
“Oh, oh fuck. Did you… did you come?” Winston lost control.
Thrusting back on Calvin’s cock, he fucked himself to completion.
He didn’t know the truth of it, but the idea that Calvin had come sent Winston straight over the edge.
When he was finally spent, panting and sweaty and in need of another shower, he craned his head and Calvin read his intention and brushed a kiss against Winston’s lips.
“Did you seriously fucking come?”
“Aftermarket upgrade number two. The ability to come. I have a reservoir that I can fill with synthetic semen, or with Lucky’s, as the case may be.”
“So… you… that was…”
Calvin kissed him again. Slower. Deeper. “That was both of us filling you up. Marking you as ours.”
Winston turned and collapsed into Calvin’s arms. He reached for Lucky and pulled him into a three-way embrace. “I need another shower,” Winston lamented as cum trickled out of his ass. “Is there a way you can control the amount you can come?”
“If it was too much, I can adjust the volume of my release, yes.”
Winston felt his cheeks heat. “Can you… can you adjust it so there’s more?”
Lucky laughed and kissed Winston’s shoulder. “Greedy bottom.”
“That is also possible, yes,” Calvin answered. “I made sure of it during the upgrade process.”
Winston closed his eyes and soaked in the feeling of being held by both of his men.
He never expected life would turn out this way.
This perfect. For some reason, fate had decided to cut him a break.
He couldn’t wait to get away from here. To start over somewhere new with Calvin and Lucky, whom he vowed to never become separated from again.
“I love you both so much,” Winston said, his eyes falling shut. He felt like sleep was dragging him under, but this time he didn’t want to disappear into the oblivion.
“I love you too.” Calvin held him a little tighter when he spoke as if he too couldn’t stand the thought of separating, even to get into bed.
“You both know I love you, but I really, really, need to know more about these aftermarket upgrades,” Lucky said, making Winston laugh.
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m curious, dammit. What else can our boy do now that he’s home from the factory? Does he have more tricks up his sleeves?”
Winston eased back so he could look at Calvin. “Yeah. Do you have more fancy upgrades you’re not telling us about?”
Calvin smiled at them both. “There’s no need to rush things,” he said. “We have all the time in the world.”
Lucky was the only one to complain about Calvin’s lack of transparency. Winston didn’t mind so much because Calvin was right.
They had time.