Chapter 50 Isaac
ISAAC
The water is running from both shower heads, and I’m stripping my clothes off while I wait for it to get hot. I may have taken a shower a couple of hours ago, but I’ll be damned if they clean each other off without me. Deacon appears first with Evan behind him, closing the door.
Eyeing me, Deacon steps in close and grabs me by the hips, stealing a long kiss and giving my cock a few sold jerks. I grip him by the neck and thrust into his hand and his mouth.
“It’s no problem,” Evan speaks up. “I can clean myself.”
When I break away from Deacon again, I catch the sight of my bare naked former assistant entering the shower alone.
Deacon’s even quicker than I am to strip, though I’m the one with a head start.
Evan stands under one of the faucets, giving us a glorious view of his full, delicious ass.
Deacon steps in behind him, blocking my view, only to give me a different view of his own naked body. He squirts soap into his hands and proceeds to wash Evan, running his hands all over his slick skin while Evan squirms beneath his touch.
Deacon glances at me over his shoulder—a very clear invitation.
I get into the shower and stand under the opposite shower head, contemplating the two of them together and repeating my mantra. Patience. Patience.
It begins to fray when Deacon wraps his hand around Evan’s erect cock and tugs it with a soapy fist.
Evan plants his hands on the tile wall and presses his ass out toward Deacon’s crotch. His hole opens wide with the stretch, and my mouth waters. My dick perks up, and I reach down to jerk it.
Deacon remains intently focused on getting Evan clean and hard.
It must be working because Evan grinds his ass against Deacon’s cock and thrusts into his fist.
It’s a move I know well. Sense memory kicks in, and I imagine my cock inside him, getting a thorough working over by his magical hole. He can do shit with his body that no man I’ve ever been with has been able to manage—at least not with the straightforward way I fuck.
Experience with Evan gave me more finesse, and making love with Deacon has added a layer of meaning to everything I would have once only called fucking.
I take the silicone lube from one of the shower shelves and slather some on my erect cock. I don’t have a plan, but better to be prepared.
Deacon, of course, watches this with interest and reaches out his hand for the lube.
I give it to him, and he coats his dick before shoving some deep into Evan’s open hole. Evan reacts with surprise, rising to his toes at the invasion of Deacon’s thrusting fingers. “Oh, shit.”
“You’re asking for it again,” Deacon rumbles.
“I need it,” Evan simps.
Deacon slaps his ass, and Evan yelps. Precum dribbles out of my cock, and I step closer to them.
“You’ll get your turn,” Deacon says to me. “You’ve waited this long, right?”
Great, so he’s testing me, too. I narrow my gaze, and Deacon smiles. “Love that pouty face.”
Loves it, does he? “Really? Say more.”
His grin goes wry as he positions his erection and shoves it inside Evan once again. Evan drops his head between his arms and lets out a jagged breath, immediately starting to move his hips.
Deacon takes hold of them and fucks slowly into him.
Not quite as content as I was earlier to stay on the sideline, I touch Deacon’s ass with one hand while I stroke my cock with the other. His glutes clench with each thrust, and I watch the way his cock moves back and forth in Evan’s hole. “How does he feel?” I ask.
“Hot,” Deacon says with rapidly hooding eyes. “Always so fucking tight.”
I slide my hand into Deacon’s crack and rest two fingers against his hole. “I’m surprised you haven’t worn him out yet.”
“He’s a slut, and he’s got a lot of energy.”
“Fuck,” Evan whimpers, drooping more.
Deacon grips him harder, hitching Evan’s hips higher so he can really bang him.
“Mm…” I groan at the sight, staring at where they connect. “A perfect slut.”
“I’ll never get over this ass,” Deacon says.
My eyes roam over Evan’s smooth back. Deacon pulls out, aims Evan’s hole my way, and I can’t help myself. I take my turn, shoving my cock inside the stretched space and relishing Evan’s choked cry at the new invasion.
Deacon grabs my face and kisses me as I fuck my assistant for the first time in what feels like a decade.
Once our tongues are thrusting deeply into each other’s mouths, his hands grope my backside, moving from my neck to my ass, to my inner thighs.
It’s electric. Our kiss slips and slides from the water bouncing off our mouths.
It’s so fucking sexy, I need to pull out of Evan so I don’t come too soon.
With no one inside him anymore, Evan straightens and turns around.
He separates us, first giving me a deep kiss and then turning to shove his tongue into Deacon’s mouth.
Hands are on me. More than two. I’ve got a grip on Deacon’s cock and fingers in Evan’s hole while once again, we pass salacious, panting kisses between the three of us.
Evan’s ass clenches on my fingers, and when his tongue licks over mine again, urgency takes over. I need him. Them.
“Need to fuck you, baby,” I tell him.
“Whatever you want,” he says, sounding drunk.
“We both do,” I say.
“Anything,” Evan says.
“You can take us both, right?” Deacon asks. “You’re all warmed up?”
Evan rises to his toes and tightens around my fingers again. He nods, moving to give Deacon another deep, erotic kiss.
Deacon needs no further incentive. He lifts Evan off the shower floor, and Evan promptly wraps his legs around his body. Deacon’s cock is an inch from Evan’s hole, and I reach down to position it. Evan sinks lower, his hands on Deacon’s shoulders, controlling his movement.
It’s all a bit precarious, so I move closer to give Evan another body to lean against. With one arm, he reaches back and wraps it around my neck. I slide a finger in next to Deacon’s cock, testing the space. Evan breathes heavily. “Oh, fuck yes. I’ve been dreaming about this.”
My cock thumps against Evan’s ass cheek as I add a second finger.
Evan cries out. “I need it, Isaac,” he says. “Please give it to me.”
“You heard him,” Deacon says. “He said he missed us. Let’s welcome him home.”
“I want him to stay,” I groan, still using my fingers. Though we’ve done this before, I wasn’t on this end, and I don’t see how it could possibly work.
“It’s easier if you go in at the same time,” Evan says, shockingly lucid as he lifts off Deacon’s cock. Was I speaking? Maybe. My brain feels like jelly.
Deacon gives me a chin nod. Rallying, I take hold of both our dicks beneath Evan’s ass. His body is pressed tightly between us by necessity, and his back is arched just the slightest bit, creating a straight upward shot for our joined cocks.
Stroking us together a few more times because it feels fucking amazing, I start to remember what it felt like to be suffocated next to Deacon’s cock inside the best ass I’ve ever had.
“My God,” I whisper, spilling more precum at the thought.
Deacon suggests more lube, and I grab for it. When both our cocks are slick with it, I toss it to the floor and choke up on my grip. I press my mouth to Evan’s wet neck and suck gently. His ass cheeks get a grip on us, each of our fat heads competing for access to his too small hole.
I’m not sure how it happens. One second it feels impossible, and the next, Evan is letting out a shout as we bury our cocks in his ass. Deacon’s cockhead goes first, but mine is notched right behind it.
We’re inside, and it’s delicious agony. The angle won’t allow either Deacon or me to bottom out, but that hardly matters with half our cocks pressed tightly together, splitting Evan in half.
“Oh fuck,” Evan groans. “That’s so fucking good.”
He’s not wrong. But unlike last time, I’m in the position to do the fucking in a space where I can barely move. I barely want to. Deacon’s cock is throbbing, hot, and hard. Evan’s ass is slick and quivering around us. I swear I could come just like this.
To mitigate the overwhelming sensation, I kiss Evan’s neck while Deacon rubs his cock back and forth minutely, adding so much friction, I’m not sure my knees will hold.
“Mm… yeah. Fuck me,” Evan whimpers.
“Fuck us, babe,” my boyfriend says to me.
I slide my hands over Evan’s thighs before grabbing hold of Deacon’s ass.
And I move. I’m careful at first, slow. But the sounds they make spur me on.
Kissing Evan’s arched neck, I pump my hips, driving my cock into him, over Deacon’s.
My balls slam against his as I manage to bottom out repeatedly in Evan’s hole.
I have to work for every inch, and it’s fucking glorious.
Evan is a groaning mess, and Deacon isn’t much quieter.
Our noises drown out the sound of both shower heads and the rush of water through the pipes.
Deacon’s and Evan’s mouths meet in a salacious kiss that gives me unreasonable hope for the future of us.
I’m suddenly so happy, I’m practically high.
The opposite of everything I’ve felt for too many weeks.
My confidence comes surging back, and I remember who the fuck I am. The CEO. I’m the goddamned boss.
I give Evan’s ass a stinging slap for leaving me, and I pound him harder. Deacon almost loses his footing, but I hold him in place with the strength of my arms and my will.
“No one comes until you do,” I growl in Evan’s ear.
“Fuck,” Deacon groans, and Evan whimpers.
“Do you hear that?” I ask. “He’s so fucking close for you, baby.”
“I’m gonna come for you,” Evan says like a prayer. Like he can manifest it with his words.
I’d rather manifest it with my cock. Finding his nipple with my hand, I twist it and tug.
Deacon captures Evan’s mouth again as he grunts and jerks in our arms. Using a feathery touch, I stroke and rub at his pec, paying special attention to the swelling mound at the center.
There’s so much more I need to learn about his body—the office quickies weren’t ever enough.
But I’ve watched him shove his own hand up his shirt before when I was fucking him, and I can only assume his nipples are sensitive.
Deacon uses his impressive size to find some space between their bodies.
“Oh shit,” Evan gasps, his head dropping to Deacon’s shoulder as I continue to drive deep. The motion of Deacon’s forearm indicates he’s managed to get hold of Evan’s cock. And he’s not moving slow either.
My men are coming apart, and I love to see it.
Somehow—I have no idea how—Evan starts to move. His hips rock, meeting my quick, rough thrusts and plowing through Deacon’s fist.
I let my hold on Deacon’s ass go to grab Evan’s face and turn him toward me. I smash my lips to his, and his tongue licks out to meet mine. There’s a low hum deep in his throat, and I kiss him even harder. Soon enough, he breaks away, panting heavily before he lets out a sharp cry.
It’s followed almost instantly by a pulsing throb of Deacon’s cock that I want to feel every second of. I sheathe myself in the agonizingly tight space we’ve made inside Evan and let my own orgasm rip.
Two large, thudding cocks fill Evan with cum—loads of it. It’s a staggering release, and I have to fight to keep my feet beneath me and Evan’s body in place.
We’re all contracting and loosening in wave after wave of what’s maybe the most satisfying climax of my life.
“Enough,” Evan finally sighs in exhaustion, his body trembling all over.
I pull out first, steadying his body in Deacon’s arms. Cum leaks out of his ass, dripping onto the black tile floor, mixing with the water. A filthy, amazing sight.
When Deacon lifts him off his cock, I gently wash Evan’s used hole even as cum continues to leak onto my fingers. I hesitate to put them inside him to get the rest, but he’s wide open, so I go for it.
We all groan as the huge load hits the floor with a thick splash. It’s so fucking hot. Utterly depraved.
“Let’s test out those legs,” Deacon says softly.
Evan unwraps himself and sets his feet on the floor. He wobbles slightly, hands on Deacon’s chest for balance until he’s steady. And then he looks at me with a mischievous glint in his sky blue eyes. “Animal.”
“I might have had some other sorts of dreams while you were gone, too.”
I’m surprised I’m as articulate as I am after what just happened. Now the emotions are taking over again. “You better be planning to spend the night,” I say to Deacon.
He shrugs. “Maybe you two need some time.”
I cannot believe this. He’s gonna walk after Evan came back and we just fucked him together? After Evan told us both he’s in? After missing him so much? “I don’t think we’re the ones you’re thinking about,” I say.
“You know how I feel about you pouting, don’t you?”
“I’d like to see you try and get it up again after that,” I say, still washing Evan’s ass for much longer than is strictly necessary.
“Mm…” Evan groans. “I’d like to see that, too.” And then he drops to his knees.
What the fuck?
I stare in shock as Evan closes his glassy eyes and wraps his mouth around Deacon’s semi-hard length. Deacon’s satisfied groan causes me to look up at his face. He’s staring back at me with a smirk. “Get ready. I’m not done with your spoiled ass yet.”