Chapter 18
Reeve
Truer words have never been spoken. Jett's mouth on my dick is a dream. So is Wilkin's, to be fair. Good thing for me, I don't have to choose. I get the privilege of watching them taking turns blowing me.
I'm standing up with the two of them on the couch so that Jett doesn't have to move.
Jett's currently swallowing me all the way down to the base, pulling all the way out, then repeating, while Wilkin is focused on my balls, plopping them into his mouth, tugging ever so slightly on them, then releasing them, eliciting sensations in my body I've never experienced before.
I'm lost in a world of pleasure, amazed I'm able to stand on my feet as these guys turn my body to jelly, when Jett curls his fingers around my shaft, looks up, and smirks. "How do we figure out who fucks who? I'm assuming slash praying to every god and deity I know that you're a top."
I caress his soft cheek with my thumb, grinning at his audacity. "I am."
He turns to Wilkin. "And you? Top or bottom?… Or vers?"
Wilkin nudges his chin forward. "Take a guess."
"Ugh, don't make me think. I'll say…top."
"Nope. I'm a bottom, all the way, baby. A powerbottom, in fact."
Jett's eyebrows ascend to his hairline. "That so?"
"It is."
"Because, see, I consider myself to be quite the powerbottom, too."
Wilkin's voice takes on a tone. "Jett…it's not a competition."
"Exactly." I step in before this goes sideways. "I don't want this to be a battle."
"Oh, it's gonna be a battle. Believe me."
I swallow my grin. "That's not what I meant. Besides, you're banged up. How do you see yourself getting fucked?"
"On the floor, on my side," he replies, not needing any thinking time.
I can't help but chuckle in amusement. "Does that work for you?" I ask Wilkin.
He does take some time to think about it. "It does. We can lie on our sides facing each other, kissing…" He winks at me. "And you can take turns going between us."
My cock pulses as the visual of how hot that's going to be sizzles my brain to pieces. "Okay, then. Let's make it happen."
Wilkin and I help Jett down onto the floor and out of his clothes. Wish I could say it was hot and heavy, or at least romantic, but nope, all I've been focused on is making sure I don't do anything to hurt his leg even more.
With Jett in place, Wilkin quickly strips off, lies down facing him, and they start going for it, making out so passionately I can't tear my eyes away as I rip off all my clothes. There is, however, just one final logistical matter I need to resolve before I ravage them.
"Uh, guys…" They both look up at me, then their eyes travel down to my cock. It's long and veiny and leaking precum like a faucet. "Who do I fuck first?"
"Jett," Wilkin says without blinking.
Jett gasps. "Really?"
"Yes." Wilkin nods. "As long as it eliminates any lingering thoughts about this being a competition. It's not. We're three real people with real feelings. This isn't a game. Reeve isn't a toy. This means something to me."
"Me, too," I chime in since I already know this isn't going to be a one-and-done for me either.
"Me, three," comes from Jett. "And you're right, Wilkin, this isn't a competition. Sorry for making it ever seem that way," he adds, looking up at me.
"You're fine. But…let's shelve this convo for another time?"
"Agreed," Jett says, the smile returning to his face.
He resumes making out with Wilkin, which, for the record, I will never get tired of seeing, and I get into position behind him. I open the bottle of lube I bought just in case and warm him up with my fingers until I think he's ready to take me.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh," he coos as I enter his tight heat.
Wilkin's hands land on his shoulders, and he whispers to him, "You're doing good, Jett. You can take it."
The show of support has an immediate effect on Jett's body, loosening him up and letting me drive down until I'm balls deep in his ass.
"That's so good," he rasps as I begin to rock in and out of him.
Wilkin goes back to kissing him, quietly muttering his encouragement as I pick up the pace. After a few minutes of pounding him down, I switch, making my way over to Wilkin.
"No fingers," he says, clutching my wrist as I open the lube. "Just the real thing."
"Really?" I ask.
He nods, the fire in his eyes telling me he means it.
"He's big," Jett says, a hint of worry in his voice.
Wilkin breaks out into a huge grin. "You guys, relax. You're freaking me out. I can handle it. I'm a powerbottom, remember?"
Despite his assurance, I take it slowly, dousing my cock in more lube than usual and inching into him inch by careful inch. He's tighter than Jett, which is to be expected since I didn't have the chance to warm him up. His breathing deepens, and he lets out an almighty roar as I bottom out.
"Feels amazing, doesn't it?" Jett asks, his hands now nestled on Wilkin's shoulders.
"So fucking good," Wilkin cries.
"Sure you're okay?" I ask, worried it might be too much for him.
"Just give me a sec…" He inhales and exhales loudly a few times, then he kisses Jett on the cheek and glances over his shoulder. "Give it to me."
His words are my command. My hips come to life as I thrash into him, my cock stretching his inner walls. Jett grabs the sides of his face as they make out. I am officially in heaven, swapping between them whenever I sense one's had enough and could use a break.
"Getting close," I mutter once I'm back to fucking Wilkin for the fourth, or is it the fifth, time?
"I have an idea," he says.
Wordlessly, he brings what's in his mind to life, resulting in a sixty-nine of sorts with me facing away from them. I've got one hand on each of their cocks, and they in turn have access to my cock. Given the limitations with Jett's leg, it's probably the only position that works to get us all off.
Wilkin erupts first, catching me by surprise with how loud he is as his cock spasms in my fist. Jett pushes me over the edge, and I blow my load, silently thinking the only thing that would make this better was if I was actually facing them.
I make sure to make that happen in time for Jett's orgasm, which surges through him.
He lets fly with a string of expletives, which I first attribute to him just being Jett, but I soon realize he twisted his leg as he came and is actually in pain.
With no time to clean up, much less get dressed, Wilkin and I band together to get Jett back onto the couch with his leg propped on the coffee table. Once he's settled, the moment is well and truly over, but still, I have to say what I feel.
"That was incredible," I say, shifting my gaze between them. "Something I will never forget."
"Same here," Wilkin says, striding over and planting a kiss on my lips.
"Same here," Jett says. "Although possibly for different reasons."
I chuckle softly. "Are you sure you're okay? Can we get you anything else?"
"No." Jett shakes his head. "Just the two of you. Here. Now," he says, patting the sofa on either side of him.
We sit down carefully next to him, and a peaceful silence descends over the cabin. Incredible really doesn't do justice to what that was. My mind can't even begin to comprehend it, but my heart?
My heart is thumping hard in my chest, telling me this is something too damn good to let go of.