Chapter 4
Iwake up sore in a way I never have before.
My cock is tender, my hole is twitching, and there’s an ache deep in my muscles.
Every shift reminds me exactly what I did last night.
My asshole throbs, a full ache that spreads through my hips and lower back and feels closer to bliss than pain.
Like my body is holding the memory of being fucked and refusing to let it go.
They’re still here, warm beside me, and I can’t help myself, I reach for their cocks, stroking one with each hand, worshipping the velvet skin as they harden for me.
“You can’t possibly need more,” Kieran says, laughing.
He runs a hand down my back, his palm flat between my shoulder blades, fingers working slow circles down my spine.
His touch is different in the morning, gentler, the way a musician might handle an instrument they care about.
His thumb finds a knot in my lower back and presses, and the release of tension makes me moan.
“I do,” I mumble into the pillow. “Need more.” I squeeze his cock, making sure he knows exactly what I need more of.
“Good morning to you too,” Kieran says. His fingers trail lower, finding the curve of my ass, and he digs into the muscle there with the heel of his hand. “You’re gonna be sore today.”
“I like it. The soreness. Reminds me of what I discovered last night.”
“That you’re a slut who craves cock like nothing else?”
“Yep,” I say.
“I guess if there’s a preferred way to deal with a woman cheating on us, this would be it.”
His hand kneads the flesh of my ass, working the stiffness out, and it shouldn’t feel this good but it does.
Every press of his fingers sends little shocks of pleasure through my hips, and my cock stirs against the sheets, half-hard before I’ve even opened my eyes properly, and I let go of their cocks and just enjoy it for a minute.
I roll onto my side, facing him. Kieran is propped on one elbow, his black hair falling across his forehead, his eyes dark, one corner of his mouth up. I reach for his cock, running gentle fingers over his length, dipping into the pool of pre-cum against his piercing.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hey yourself.”
“I was greeting your cock, not you.”
He bursts out laughing and leans forward, planting a kiss on my lips.
I stroke him, fascinated by the way he twitches and swells when I touch him in certain places. His skin is smooth and warm, and the piercing is a cool metal point against my knuckles. “Thanks for making my gay awakening sexy as fuck, by the way. That was… considerate of you.”
Kieran’s mouth curves. “Always happy to be of service.”
“That was directed at your cock, too.” My fingers wrap around him and I feel just how thick he is, shocked that that fit inside me.
Shocked that I wanted it again. “Though I suppose you did know how to prep me. How to find the spot. You were… really good at it. Where’d you learn?
Because I’d like to be very good at riding dick. ”
He laughs, low and warm, and it rumbles through his chest. His hand moves from my ass to my hip, fingers splaying across the bone. “I’ve fucked guys before, Chase.”
“Oh.” The word comes out small. Of course this isn’t new for him. “Right. That makes sense since you said you were pan. I guess I’m also glad it was someone who knew what to do.”
He chuckles as his fingers dig back into my ass, working the sore muscle, and I groan. His thumb brushes the edge of my hole, and the touch is so light, so deliberate, that my cock stiffens fully against my thigh.
“Would you two shut the fuck up?” Nick’s voice is muffled by the pillow his face is buried in. He’s on my other side, his big body taking up half the bed, one arm thrown across my waist. “It’s too early for you to be engaging in cheerful chitchat.”
“It’s nine-thirty,” Kieran says.
“It’s too early,” Nick repeats, “and whose bedroom is this, any—” He cuts off abruptly, mid-sentence, and sits up, fast. His eyes are wide, his hair sticking up in five different directions.
“Oh fuck,” he says. “I face-fucked my best friend.”
The laugh bubbles out of me before I can stop it, starting somewhere in my stomach and shaking my whole body. I cover my mouth with my hand, but it’s too late, I’m giggling like an idiot, and Nick is staring at me with his mouth actually open.
“I’m sorry,” I say through the laughter. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to seduce you with my cute gay body. It just kind of happened—”
“Your cute gay body?” Nick asks.
“Oh yeah, I’m super gay. I figured it out when I was sucking Kieran’s dick. So this—” I point to myself. “Is a cute gay body. I’ve been working hard to make my abs cut, and apparently that’s so they look pretty painted with cum.”
Nick shakes his head. “You’re insane.”
His eyes drop to my ass, then back to my face, and his jaw sets. “Now that I know what that cute gay asshole feels like,” he says, his voice low, “how am I supposed to go back to just being friends?”
My laughter dies. The ocean breathes outside the window.
“Nick,” I start.
“No, but like we’re planning to be roommates.
I won’t even be motivated to pick up chicks anymore.
Every single time I feel horny,” he continues, talking to his hands now, “you’re gonna be right there, being a slut, and I’m going to stick my dick in you, because I love how you feel, and you’ll be begging for it anyway.
I don’t even need to leave my house to nut down someone’s throat, there’s a throat right there. ”
Kieran starts laughing. “You two are fucking idiots,” he says from behind me. His hand is still on my ass, possessive and warm. “Twenty years old and you just now figured out you could fuck each other? This week is gonna end in a nonstop fuckfest, isn’t it?”
“Shut up,” Nick says, but he’s smiling. “And yeah, but don’t worry, you’re invited. We’ve gotta train his hole good, right?” He slaps my ass.
I lift my head. “You said you were mostly straight. Have you fucked guys before?”
“Nah,” Nick says. “But I sometimes nut to gay porn.”
We both turn to look at him.
He shrugs. “What can I say, I love watching a cute little bubble butt get stuffed with cock?”
“So you’re bi,” Kieran says. Then he blinks and sits up. “Guys. Where are my bags?”
We all turn, looking around the room, and what we’re seeing sinks in slowly, like cold water filling a bath.
The duffel bag that was in the corner last night is gone.
So is the small pile of Kieran’s clothes that had been on the chair.
The room is empty except for the bed and the nightstand.
When we fell asleep, my underwear was on the floor and Nick’s pajama pants were in a heap by the door, and now there’s nothing.
“Holy shit,” I say. “Were we robbed?”
We’re on our feet in seconds, all three of us naked, all three of us scrambling. My ass hurts with every step, and I wince but keep moving. We burst into the hallway, still naked, and I push open the door to my room.
Empty. The dresser drawers are pulled open, clothes missing, my backpack gone.
“Nick,” I say, and we’re running to his room.
Same story. His suitcase and his clothes are all gone. As is his phone, which was sitting on a charger.
We thunder down the stairs, three naked men in various states of panic, and I skid to a stop in the living room. Through the front window, the driveway is empty. My silver Audi, the one I’d convinced my trust officer was well worth the dent in my trust fund, is gone.
“Holy shit. My car? Do you think Lilah stole my car?” I say, spinning around.
Nick stops beside me, his chest heaving. “You did cheat on her with two dudes. Guess she’s pissed.”
“I didn’t cheat on her,” I say. “She was cheating on me. With him.” I jerk my thumb at Kieran. “That’s how this all started.”
Kieran is leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, his cock hanging heavy between his thighs. He looks almost impressed. “She got revenge on our revenge?”
“Did you guys drive?” Nick asks. “Did she leave your car?”
“Nah, we took the train,” Kieran says. “She refused to get on the highway on my bike.”
“She took my fucking car,” I say again, because it’s the only thing my brain can latch onto. My car. The car that is going to get me murdered when I have to explain this to my father. “Did she take all of our phones? Fuck, I’ve gotta call my mom before she thinks I’ve been kidnapped.”
Kieran crosses to the TV stand. “There’s one here, on the charger by the TV.”
“Thank fuck. That one’s mine.”
“So, we have no car, no keys, no clothes, but at least we can DoorDash?” Nick asks.
“We’re saved,” Kieran says. “I wonder if we can DoorDash lube for when our fuckhole gets too dry.”
I look down at my naked body, at the three of us standing in the living room of my grandmother’s shore house with nothing but our dicks and a story no one will ever believe, and I start to laugh.
It starts small, a hiccup in my chest, and then it builds until I’m bent double, hands on my knees, laughing so hard my stomach hurts and tears are streaming down my face.
Nick is laughing too, his big hand landing on my shoulder, and even Kieran is smiling, that slow, dangerous curve of his mouth that makes my cock stir all over again.
“What are we going to do?” I ask, and I spin around because pacing feels like the only option, and that’s when I realize that both of them are staring at my ass.
Nick’s eyes are fixed on the curve of my cheeks the way they get before a game-winning play. Kieran’s gaze is darker, slower, the way he looked at me last night before he fucked me.
“Kieran did suggest a fuckfest,” Nick says.
“Suggest might be a little strong,” Kieran says.
But he’s already moving, and in an instant, his hands are on my hips and he’s walking me into the kitchen.
My chest hits the counter with a thud that knocks the breath from my lungs.
Kieran’s body presses against my back, his cock hard and heavy against the cleft of my ass.
His hand slides up my spine to the nape of my neck, gripping, holding me down against the cold marble.