Chapter 35 #2
Bryce crawled down the bed and leaned in to kiss Pilot. Tate stuck his tongue between their lips, and suddenly they had that weird three-way kiss going again, but Pilot liked it. Tasting both Tate and Bryce at the same time was incredible and made his cock plump up hard.
“Mm...” Tate wiggled, rubbing against Pilot’s dick. “Gah! I want both of you. Right now.”
Pilot shifted, dumping Tate onto the bed. “I like that idea. What about you, Bryce?”
Bryce was up on his hands and knees, leaning over Tate and licking at his lips. “Yes, yes, please.”
“Scoot up, Tate.” Pilot started directing. It worked better that way. He pulled at Tate’s sweat pants, as he scooted farther back on the bed. Tate hadn’t bothered with a shirt, so making him naked was quick work.
Bryce stood up and pulled off his shirt and jeans while Pilot pulled Tate’s clothes off. Both of them were naked on the bed rather quickly. He watched them rub against each other.
For a moment, his prior conversations with Johnny crept back into his head.
He’d acted like he thought Pilot was trying to live out some perverted fantasy with two young, hot guys, and he needed to grow up.
Life was about so much more than sex. But, Johnny was wrong.
Oh, they were hot, young guys, but Pilot wanted so much more from them than just some sexy fantasy.
Tate stopped kissing Bryce and looked at him. Pilot could swear he saw love in those stormy eyes, along with want and need. “What are you waiting for?” he asked.
Pilot shook his head and slid out of his jeans. “Not a thing. Not a damn thing.”
“Good.” Tate winked at him before turning back to Bryce, who had been kissing Tate’s neck while he waited for more attention. Tate ran his hands into Bryce’s black and purple hair, tugging just a little to get him to look up. “I love you, Bryce.”
Bryce’s face lit up; his smile filling the room with joy. “God, I love you, too. Both of y’all, so much.” He turned to Pilot who climbed over them.
With both of their bodies underneath him, Pilot couldn’t think of anything else except touching them. He needed to feel their skin, their hair, their hearts, and their souls. He couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t taste enough.
Bryce giggled. Pilot’s hand was on his ass, and the other around Tate’s shoulders and his lips were on Tate’s neck, but Tate’s mouth and hands were on Bryce.
Pilot shifted to help tickle Bryce because his laughter sounded like heaven.
Bryce squirmed around, shoving at them until Pilot caught his mouth with his own, their tongues dancing to music only the three of them could hear.
Tate knelt up on his knees, one hand on Bryce’s arm and one on Pilot’s shoulder. “You two are so hot.”
Pilot leaned back and looked at his lovers. “Spread your legs, Bryce.”
He did.
“You are so beautiful.” Pilot couldn’t get over how lucky he was.
Bryce was beautiful both inside and out, and full of such delight.
His dark hair was trimmed up around his cock.
Pilot leaned in and nuzzled his balls. He smelled like hotel soap and salty sweat.
Pilot needed to taste him, lick him like a treat.
His tongue lathed over Bryce’s sack. Pilot lifted his gaze up Bryce’s body to see him kissing Tate.
“I want your mouth,” Tate said, his voice husky and so turned on.
“Yes,” Bryce moaned and Tate moved to straddle his shoulders. Pilot could see Tate’s ass shift back and forth as Bryce took him.
Inspired by their actions, Pilot shifted and sucked Bryce’s cock down.
The feel of his tongue rubbing against that soft skin made him want.
His abs flinched and he rolled his hips against the mattress almost involuntarily.
He pushed Bryce’s legs higher and lifted his ass, letting his mouth trail down, hot and wet, behind Bryce’s balls and down his taint.
He flicked the tip of his tongue against Bryce’s hole.
He wiggled and made a soft, needy sound around Tate’s dick.
Neither of them had taken Bryce’s hole yet. They had been going slow. Hand jobs and blow jobs and rubbing off had been enough. It wasn’t enough anymore. “Please, Bryce.”
For a minute he heard the slurping sounds of Bryce working Tate’s cock, while Pilot kept working his tongue into Bryce’s hole.
He pushed in and out, licking around the edges and plunging back in.
Finally, Bryce shuttered, his legs trembling under Pilot’s hands.
“Yes. Please, Pilot. Fuck me.” His voice wavered.
Pilot smiled and sat up. He moved off the bed and dug through his bathroom kit, digging out the condom and lube, wondering why he hadn’t grabbed the stuff before they’d started.
He turned around just in time to see Tate come.
He pulled off and shot some of his come over Bryce’s face and Bryce flinched and laughed. “Damn, Tate!”
Pilot grabbed a towel from the rack by the sink and headed back across the room. He wiped Bryce’s face. “You still want me?”
Bryce licked his lips, whether he was just hungry for more, trying to get every last bit of Tate, or trying to get his lips to stop tingling, Pilot didn’t know, but he nodded and there was heat in his shiny blue eyes.
“Good.” Pilot tossed the supplies on the bed and grabbed Bryce’s calves and yanked him down the bed. Bryce giggled as Pilot manhandled him. Once he flipped Bryce and had him up on his hands and knees, Tate lay across the bed in front of him, so his face was under Bryce’s and they could kiss.
Pilot took time to lick his ass some more, then stretch him well with lubed fingers.
Tate kissed him and rubbed his back. They worked together to relax him, knowing he’d be nervous.
Pilot had to make this good for him. When he seemed stretched enough, Pilot knelt up to work the condom, but Tate was right there, opening it and rolling it down Pilot’s cock.
He rubbed a slick hand up and down, coating it thoroughly.
Pilot leaned in and kissed Tate, tongues rubbing against each other, hot and wet.
Tate’s smile was his reward. It made his heart flutter and everything felt lighter.
“Hurry up.” Bryce’s voice was needy and hoarse, and he wiggled his ass to accentuate his demand.
Tate laughed and smacked his ass with the flat of his hand. “Bossy!”
“Yes.” Bryce laughed again. Pilot loved how happy these two were, and that he had any part of that happiness made it even better.
He position himself behind Bryce and pushed the head of his cock against Bryce’s hole. Bryce trembled again, and Tate rubbed his back, making shushing sounds.
Pilot pushed until his head popped through the ring of muscles. “You okay?”
“Yes, ugh! Get it over with. Push in.”
Tate chuckled and kissed down the back of Bryce’s neck, licking at the sweat that had started building.
Pilot pushed in slowly, stretching him steadily until he was seated and Bryce had taken all of his length. “Bryce? Okay?”
Bryce’s head jerked up and down. “Do it.” His voice was strained.
Pilot pulled back and rolled his hips in slowly.
When he didn’t get the reaction he wanted, he canted to the side and fucked out and in again.
He did it a few more times, adjusting his position until finally Bryce cried out and his body relaxed.
Pilot held that position and fucked faster and harder.
He watched Tate crawl under Bryce, his head close enough to lick at Bryce’s cock. Pilot reached forward, kissed between Bryce’s shoulder blades, then wrapped his arms around his chest and lifted him up, giving Tate more room.
Pilot fucked him with a nice steady pace while Tate sucked his cock. They loved each other in perfect harmony and Pilot had never seen anything as glorious in his entire life. He wanted to see Bryce come undone, though. He needed to see his face. “Stop. Tate, stop.”
He sat up, his hair sticking up in every direction and eyes delirious. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I want to see Bryce.” Pilot flipped him over on his back.
Bryce spread his legs and lifted, showing Pilot his hole.
It was red and still stretched from having been fucked.
Pilot slid his cock back in and Tate lay beside them, so that he could get his mouth back on Bryce’s cock.
Pilot controlled the rhythm working in time with Tate.
He watched Bryce’s face. His eyes closed and the tip of his tongue poked up out of his mouth, touching his upper lip.
His dark brows dipped down over his eyes in concentration.
Pilot’s own orgasm grew in his stomach and the small of his back.
He could feel it tingling and he needed to chase it.
He snapped his hips, his thighs and ass working hard.
Bryce called out, his eyes flying open and ecstasy molding his expression into something entirely new.
His ass clamped down hard as he came, jerking into Tate’s mouth.
Pilot didn’t have to chase anything then.
His orgasm barreled over him. He exploded into the condom.
His arms shook and he lowered himself down onto Bryce, who promptly wrapped his legs around Pilot’s waist.
Both Tate and Bryce kissed his face and sweaty hair. “God, turn the air on.”
He could feel Bryce laughing under him and Tate joined in, pushing at Pilot’s shoulder. “Don’t squish my boy, bunny.”
Then, they were wrestling, Tate and Bryce ganging up on Pilot. He let them pin him to the bed. His reward for that was more kisses, pecks all over his face and two tongues licking into his mouth. His arms circled them both, one on the left and one on the right—where they belonged.
When the laughter and kisses subsided and breathing returned to normal, Pilot could feel their hearts beating against his side. “This is it for me. You two. We share each other, but only us. No one else.”
“Of course,” Tate scoffed.
Pilot felt Bryce’s eyelashes brushing quickly against his shoulder. “Only you, Sean, Tate. I could never want anything else. I don’t know why, but this is perfect. Thank you.”