Chapter 6 #2
It’s not like the kisses from before. Those were mouths on skin, dirty, hungry, part of the fuck: lips on my neck, teeth on my shoulder, my own mouth worshiping every inch of them except their lips.
Never mouth on mouth. This is different.
Jai kisses me slow, his mouth soft against mine, his tongue tracing my lower lip like he’s memorizing the shape of it.
His thumbs stroke my cheekbones, gentle, almost reverent, and something in my chest cracks open.
Wyatt kisses me next. His mouth is warmer, his stubble rough against my chin, and he tastes like salt and sunscreen and something deeper, something that’s just him. His hand cups the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair, and he holds me there like I’m something precious.
We’ve never kissed before, not like this, not mouth to mouth, and it’s a fucking weird way to have a first kiss, but I’m here for it.
I kiss him again. I can’t stop. My hands find his chest, palms flat against the hard muscle, and I push into him like I’m trying to get inside his skin.
Jai’s teeth graze my shoulder, my collarbone, the sunburned skin.
With Wyatt’s lips on mine and Jai’s mouth on my neck, a shudder goes through me so violent my knees buckle.
Wyatt catches me. His arms wrap around my waist, lifting me slightly, and I’m off the ground, pressed against his chest, and Jai is stripping my swim trunks down my legs. The fabric hits the wet floor.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” Jai says. He’s looking at me, really looking, his dark eyes soft in a way I’ve never seen. “All flushed and sunburned and ours. You’re really ours, aren’t you, Cade?”
The question lands somewhere below my ribs. Ours. I nod, because I can’t speak, because my throat is tight and my eyes are burning and my cock is leaking onto the tile between us.
Jai reaches into the pocket of his discarded board shorts and pulls out a small bottle of lube. Hotel minibar size, travel-friendly, the kind of thing you pack when you have plans. He slicks his fingers, warm from his pocket, and cups my ass.
“Back against the wall,” he says. “I’ve got you.”
Wyatt sets me down. My back hits the tile, cool through the steam, and Jai drops to his knees.
He takes my cock in his mouth first, a wet, hot swallow that makes me cry out, and then his slick finger is circling my hole, pressing in slow, and the stretch is immediate and perfect.
My body knows him now. My hole yields, opening for his finger, then two, and I’m panting against the tile, my head tipped back, Wyatt’s mouth on my throat.
“Good boy,” Wyatt murmurs. His hand is in my hair, tugging gently. “Taking his fingers like you were made for it. You were, weren’t you? Made for this. Made for us.”
Jai’s fingers curl inside me, finding that spot, and my vision blurs.
My cock jerks in his mouth, pre-cum spilling against his tongue, and he sucks harder, his hand working my ass from both ends, fingers inside, thumb pressing my taint, and it has me shaking, my fingers scrambling for purchase on the slick tile.
“Ready?” Jai asks. He pulls off my cock, his lips wet, his eyes dark. “I need to be inside you, Cade. Right now. I need it.”
I nod. Words are beyond me. My hole is clenching around nothing, aching, empty, and when Jai stands, hooks my knee up over his arm, and lines his cock up against me, the head thick and hot through the foreskin, I sob.
He pushes in slow. The stretch is familiar now, a burn that’s stopped being either pain or pleasure, and my body yields inch by inch, taking him deeper.
Wyatt leans in from my side and kisses me the whole time, his mouth on mine, his hand cradling my jaw, and the feeling of being fucked and kissed simultaneously splits me open.
Jai’s hips press against my ass, his cock buried to the hilt, and the fullness is total, his length, his heat, inside me, claiming me.
“Fuck,” Jai groans. His forehead drops to my shoulder. “You feel that? That’s me. That’s all me, Cade. You’re so fucking tight, so perfect—” He thrusts again and again, and I arch for him, taking him as deep as I can, reveling in the sensation of being filled.
“My turn,” Wyatt says, and Jai pulls out before he can cum. Wyatt spins me, placing one hand on my hip and turning me away from the wall.
Now I’m facing Jai, with Wyatt behind me, and Wyatt drags his cock against my hole, slick with lube, and the transition is seamless, Jai pulling out, Wyatt pushing in, my body accepting the exchange without protest. Wyatt’s thickness is different, wider, stretching me in new places, and I cry out, my hands finding Jai’s chest for balance.
Jai kisses me. Deep, hungry, his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my face, and behind me Wyatt is fucking me with long, slow strokes that hit that spot on every thrust. Jai’s mouth, Wyatt’s cock, and a pressure builds low in my spine, spreading outward, consuming.
“Wyatt,” I gasp against Jai’s lips. “I’m close, I’m so close—”
“Cum for me,” Wyatt says. He wraps a hand around my cock, his strokes matching his thrusts, slow, deliberate, perfect. “Cum on my cock, Cade. Let me feel you.”
The orgasm tears through me without warning.
My cock pulses in Wyatt’s fist, cum hitting Jai’s stomach in thick white stripes, and my ass clenches around Wyatt’s cock, milking him, and he groans, his hips slamming forward, burying deep, and he cums, hot cum flooding my ass, pulse after pulse, filling me from the inside.
Cumming while being filled pushes me into a second peak, my cock jerking emptily, oversensitive and wrung-out, and I sob against Jai’s shoulder, my whole body shaking.
Jai isn’t done. His cock is still hard, pressed against my stomach, wet with pre-cum, and he grips my hip. “My turn,” he says. “I need to come in you too. I need it, Cade. Please.”
Wyatt pulls out slowly, his cum leaking down my thigh, and Jai spins me again, pressing my chest to the tile.
He guides his cock to my hole, wet and open and used, and slides in with one smooth thrust that bottoms out immediately.
My oversensitive body jolts, a whimper tearing from my throat, and Jai holds me there, his hips pressed against my ass, his cock buried deep, and he cums without moving, his hips jerking, his cock pulsing, filling me with a second load that mixes with Wyatt’s inside me.
The feeling of being doubly filled, doubly claimed, sends a helpless moan through me that gets lost in the steam and the shower and Jai’s mouth on my neck.
They hold me. Wyatt’s arms around my waist from behind, Jai’s forehead against mine, and the three of us stand there in the running shower, steam rising around us, and nobody speaks. Jai’s thumb wipes something wet from my cheek, not shower water, something saltier, and he kisses the spot, gentle.
“Thank you,” he says. “For what you did out there. That was… that meant something, Cade.”
Wyatt’s chin rests on my shoulder. His breath is warm against my ear. “Yeah,” he says. “It did.”