3. Zaire #3
Or I think I am.
The ridge pushes farther inside, stretching me around him inch by slow inch until I swear the pressure has nowhere else to go. My mouth falls open against Auden’s shoulder, and I grab Elio with my free hand because apparently one boyfriend isn’t enough to keep me upright anymore.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
Khalil stays there for a second, buried so deep that I can feel every twitch of him. The swollen base pulses once inside me, and my whole body clenches automatically around him. My cock jerks, a rope of cum hitting the floor.
Khalil goes completely still and I lift my head. “Did it just—” I twist enough to look back at him. “I didn’t even finish the question.”
Another pulse.
My eyes widen.
“Oh my God.” I stare at him, then laugh because I don’t know what else to do with the fact that his supposed enhancement seems to be actively getting bigger inside me. “It fucking grows?”
Elio leans around me, openly trying to see. “How much bigger?”
“Why are you asking him?” I tighten experimentally around Khalil again and nearly lose my train of thought when the pressure answers with another deep throb. “Holy shit. Khal, whatever fucking place did this, give me their number.”
“I am not giving you anyone’s number.”
“So selfish.”
It shouldn’t feel this good. Something that thick should have me wanting space, wanting Khalil to ease off, but instead my body keeps relaxing around him like it was built for exactly this.
I’m somehow slick enough with the lube he used that even the extra stretch doesn’t have the bite it should, and every slow push of that swollen base deeper into me sends another wave of pleasure rolling through my stomach.
Khalil pushes forward again, and the thickened base slides fully inside me as my entire body seizes.
I clutch Auden and Elio at the same time, my forehead dropping forward while pleasure tears through me hard enough to leave my vision fuzzy. Behind me, Khalil makes a rough sound that sounds suspiciously like a growl as one of his hands brace on the table beside me.
Khalil keeps moving behind me in short, shallow strokes, like even he isn’t quite ready to break whatever has us locked together.
Every small shift sends another pulse of pressure through me, enough that I tighten my grip on the table and breathe through the aftershocks still rolling through my body.
My legs feel useless, my skin too hot, and somewhere through the haze I hear Elio make another sound that definitely isn’t laughter anymore.
I force my head up and find Auden has already moved him onto the other side of the table.
Elio’s sprawled across the wood with his shirt gone and his pants shoved down, while Auden stands between his thighs with his glasses abandoned safely beside the lamp pieces.
One hand is wrapped around the back of Elio’s neck while the other works the rest of his clothes out of the way, and Elio is looking up at him with that bright, pleased expression he gets whenever Auden stops asking and starts deciding.
I snort, which turns out to be a mistake. The movement makes Khalil rock forward behind me, and my laugh breaks into a strangled noise as the thickened base shifts deep enough to make my whole body tighten. “Jesus.”
“Stay still.” Khalil spreads one hand over my lower back while Auden glances over at me without taking his attention completely off Elio.
I swallow and try to get my breathing under control. “Wasn’t planning a marathon.”
“You’re occupied,” Auden says, and the corner of his mouth lifts before Elio catches the front of his shirt and drags him down.
“Very,” I manage as Auden kisses him. It starts slow, almost lazy, with Auden leaning over until Elio’s back presses flat against the table. One hand stays at Elio’s neck while Elio’s legs open around his hips, and when Elio reaches for him, Auden catches his wrist and pins it beside his head.
The look Elio gives him could start a fire. I watch him test Auden’s grip once, purely because he can, and grin when Auden tightens his fingers around his wrist without even breaking the kiss. “Show-off.”
Auden doesn’t bother answering me. Elio does, laughing softly against his mouth before Auden kisses him harder and shuts him up again.
Behind me, Khalil’s breathing changes. I feel it before I look back, his hand tightening briefly at my hip as the next shallow movement is followed by a slow easing of pressure. The knot is finally beginning to go down, and suddenly I’m paying attention to nothing else.
“Slow,” I say, because the thought of that much pressure moving too fast is enough to make every muscle in my body clench.
“I know.” Khalil’s voice is rough, but his hand stays steady at my waist while he waits another few seconds before trying to move.
The first pull catches and sends a sharp pulse through me. My breath hitches hard enough that Auden glances toward me again, but Khalil stops immediately and stays still until my body relaxes. When he tries a second time, the pressure gives gradually, inch by inch, until he finally slips free.
The loss hits harder than I expect. I’ve spent the last several minutes stretched around him so completely that the sudden emptiness feels wrong enough to make my stomach tighten.
Heat follows down the inside of my thighs, and another humiliating sound starts climbing up my throat before I clamp my teeth together and swallow it. Absolutely fucking not. I’ve already given Elio enough material to torment me with for the next six months.
Khalil runs his palm once over my lower back before stepping away.
The touch is brief, almost absentminded, but there’s something unexpectedly gentle about it after everything else, and for a second I stay folded over the table trying to figure out why that gets to me more than any of the rougher shit did.
Then my knees remind me they’ve officially resigned. I stagger sideways and drop into the nearest chair hard enough to send it scraping over the floor. “Holy fuck.” My head falls back against it while I try to convince my lungs and legs to start doing their jobs again.
Elio laughs from the table, though the sound catches when Auden’s hand closes around his thigh. “You alive?”
“Debatable.” I lift my head just enough to glare at him, but Auden has him spread beneath him now and whatever insult I was about to deliver disappears before it gets out.
Auden’s whole demeanor has shifted. He kisses Elio again, deeper this time, and Elio softens beneath him even while he tries to pull Auden closer.
There’s something about watching the two of them that always gets me.
Elio is restless energy and smart remarks until Auden puts a hand on him, and then half the fun becomes seeing how long he’ll pretend he doesn’t love being handled.
Elio rolls his hips upward, trying to hurry him along. Auden catches the movement immediately and plants a firmer hand against his thigh. “Behave.”
“No.” Elio’s grin spreads across his face, all challenge, and Auden’s expression barely changes.
“That wasn’t a request.” Auden leans closer as he says it, and Elio’s grin somehow gets wider.
I sink lower in the chair, one forearm braced over my stomach while sensation still pulses lazily through my legs. “You two are disgusting.”
“You’re literally leaking onto the floor,” Elio says, and I look down before I can stop myself to see the small trickle gather between my thighs.
Some part of me wants to preserve Khalil’s release, to gather it up and stuff it back inside me or hell, even in my mouth.
I frown at that thought and shake my head before returning my attention to my boyfriends and Khalil staring at the two of them like he’s going to take them apart one stroke at a time.
Auden’s gaze flicks toward Khalil without him giving up his hold on Elio, and something passes between them that I can’t name from where I’m sitting. Challenge, maybe. Interest definitely.
Khalil steps closer, and Elio sees him coming over Auden’s shoulder before Auden does. His mouth curves immediately. “Uh-oh. Company.”
Auden returns his attention on Elio, though his body goes a little more still. “What?”
Instead of answering, Elio looks past him toward Khalil and starts cackling. That’s all the warning Auden gets before Khalil stops directly behind him and places both hands on his hips.
Auden freezes for a second before taking one sharp breath through his nose, then looking down at Elio like he’s decided Khalil doesn’t get the satisfaction of seeing anything else from him. Elio catches it immediately, both hands sliding up Auden’s chest as his smile turns filthy.
“It’s been a minute since one of us fucked you.” Elio glances over Auden’s shoulder toward Khalil before looking back up at him. “And Khalil’s kind of big.”
Auden’s breathing gets heavier, but the warning only makes his mouth curve.
He leans down until his lips brush Elio’s ear, one hand settling around the side of his neck.
“I’ve been dreaming about him every fucking night since you two told me about him.
” His thumb drags slowly beneath Elio’s jaw.
“You ready for us to fuck you together, baby? Because that’s exactly what it’s going to feel like. ”
Elio’s grin slips for half a second, replaced by the softer, hungrier look Auden can pull out of him faster than anybody. Then he catches Auden by the back of the neck and drags him down into a kiss, wrapping his legs tighter around his hips while Auden presses him flatter against the table.
Khalil reaches around them for another packet of lube, and I stare at him from my chair while he tears it open. “How the fuck are you ready to go again already? You just finished inside me.”
“You ask too many questions.” Khalil pours the lube over his fingers without looking particularly bothered by the fact that I’m watching him.