Freddie #2
Ryker groans. “Christ, Liam, he wants it.”
“Are you still finger fucking him?” Liam asks.
Ryker laughs breathlessly. “It would be stupid of me to stop now . . .”
I press a kiss to the corner of Liam’s mouth. “Don’t you want me?”
I like speaking to him like this. I like being all sweet and soft, using this mock rejection to lower his resolve.
Liam gives me a hard kiss. “I don’t think you’re ready for how much I want you . . .”
My stomach flips at his words. Liam drags his gaze from mine and turns it on his brother. He doesn’t speak, his expression doesn’t change, but I think there’s a silent conversation going on between the two. The whole time it’s happening, Ryker is sliding his fingers in and out of my body.
“If you’re sure,” Liam murmurs.
I’m about to reply that yes, yes I am, but Ryker speaks first. “I’m sure.”
I mourn the loss of his fingers with a whine, and glance over my shoulder to see where Ryker’s gone. He’s moved a foot away from me on the bed, propping his head up with his hand. Liam rolls me onto my back, into the vacated space where Ryker had been.
It’s warm from his body.
“Bend your legs,” Liam orders.
I place my feet flat on the bed, knees bent. Liam runs his hand down my thighs then spreads them to fit his body. I’m glad I straddled Ryker earlier, it loosened up my hips, otherwise this position would be uncomfortable.
“Lube,” Ryker says pushing a squirty bottle in Liam’s direction. He pumps a generous amount into his hand while watching me, coats his cock, then wipes the excess between my cheeks.
“You sure?”
I nod frantically, but the nerves have returned without Liam’s kisses and Ryker’s fingers. My confidence that I can do this—take Liam inside me—starts to dwindle.
“Freddie?” Liam says.
“Kiss me,” I say, and he doesn’t hesitate. He plants a forearm either side of my head and lowers his mouth onto mine. I sigh into his gentle kisses, and his comforting touch chases away my fears.
“Yes,” I tell him. “I’m sure.”
Liam reaches down to grab his cock. “Go onto your tiptoes.”
I frown but do as he tells me. It gives me more height for him to line his cock up with my hole. He pushes, and I bite my lip at the stretch. It burns. Ryker’s fingers had been soft, they’d rubbed and circled, but Liam’s cock is a blunt force pushing inside me.
“Breathe, babe,” Ryker says.
I hadn’t realised I’d stopped. The breath I suck in sounds pained, and Liam stops. Worry creases his brow. “We don’t have to do this now; we don’t have to do this today.”
“Kiss me again.”
“Freddie,” Liam warns.
“Please, I need you to kiss me.” Liam doesn’t move, so I try my earlier tactic. “Don’t you want to kiss me?”
He narrows his eyes at me, then looks down my body to where my cock is softening.
“Please,” I beg.
I’m not a lost cause, I’m not. Liam kisses me slowly, and my body relaxes around him. It pulls him into me, and he pushes inside, all the way inside me.
“Ryker,” Liam murmurs, and the next thing I know, a fist closes around the top of my cock. Ryker rubs me with his fingers and thumb, massaging my cock head until I’ve soaked him in precum. I’m getting hard again with them both touching me, both reassuring me, both making me feel so goddamn wanted.
Ryker smirks. “You love being our pillow princess, don’t you . . .”
I don’t even know what that means, but I nod, smearing my wet lips against Liam’s.
He pulls out of me, then pushes back inside.
I cry out, and grab his back, digging my fingers into his hot muscles.
He starts fucking me then, exactly how he kisses, slow strokes with complete control.
Ryker rubs the head of my cock and matches Liam’s easy-going pace.
I’m falling apart beneath them, sinking into this feeling. It’s too much. They’re too much for me.
“I’m going to come.”
And I hope they’re not disappointed that it’s over too soon. I hope they’re not mad or frustrated that I couldn’t last longer.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Liam says.
I force my eyes open, unaware they’d slipped shut.
He’s gazing down at me, watching me so intently I want to hide.
I lift my head off the bed to do just that, and press my forehead to his chest, but he leans back, and his next thrust hits a spot inside me that drops me back to the bed with a moan.
I’m throbbing on the inside after that hit, and then he rocks back into me and hits that place again.
“So fucking beautiful, and ours. Finally ours.”
“Ah yeah,” Ryker chuckles. “He’s close now.”
He squeezes the head of my cock.
“Eyes on me, Freddie,” Liam says. “I want to look into your eyes when you come.”
My body contorts as I hover on the edge of the orgasm I know is coming.
His cock nudges that place inside me again, and this time the throb explodes with a climax that shoots up to my scalp.
My back bows, I press out my chest and dig the back of my head into the pillow.
Liam slides his hand beneath my neck and cups the back of my skull.
He holds me like that as I come, and I keep my eyes open for him as I gasp.
My orgasm doesn’t fizzle out quickly, its long and slow like Liam’s kisses.
I ride the sensation, and my stomach jolts when my orgasm releases its fierce hold enough for my cock to spurt cum out of my slit.
Ryker and Liam both moan, and then Liam’s fucking me through the last waves, hitting that spot that makes my knees weak and my thighs tremble. He thrusts deep into me, and stills, and I know he’s coming too.
I know he’s finished when he sighs and presses a kiss to my mouth, my cheek, my forehead.
He pulls out carefully, then lies on his side. I flinch at the touch to my hole, and tuck my hips forward. “Relax,” Ryker says. “I’m not getting you ready for round two. This cream will sooth your hole, that’s all.”
He strokes it into my tender skin, and I roll over to face him. I raise an eyebrow and use the voice that worked so well on Liam. “Don’t you want me?”
“Oh, I want you all right, but do you know what I want more than I want you?”
I frown at his tongue twister. “What?”
“For you to enjoy it.”
He leans in to kiss me and there’s nothing tentative or slow.
He bullies his way into my mouth and licks my tongue like he owns it.
The kiss is sloppy and passionate, and I feel it down to my toes.
He pulls back, then rubs his thumb over my wet lips.
“And I want to be on my best game when I have you.” He smirks as he glances at his brother.
“Which means more painkillers and more of these heat-rub sessions. I think it’s helped a lot. ”
Liam smiles and strokes a hand through my hair. “There’s no rush to do anything more.”
Ryker reaches over me to shove Liam’s shoulder. “Says the guy who got his dick in him first.”
Liam winks, which is rare, almost flirtatious behaviour for him. “If you want to wait, oh, I don’t know, four, five months—”
“My cock will fall off,” Ryker says. He shifts closer, sandwiching me between him and his brother. “And Freddie liked playing with my cock. He wants to take it inside him, don’t you, babe?”
My cheeks burn, and I hide my face against Liam’s chest. Liam takes a deep inhale, smothering me between his and Ryker’s pectoral muscles.
I like it but can’t articulate why. But they know, of course they do.
It’s their bodies, their warm skin around me, and their fingers carding through my hair that lure me to sleep in their embrace.
My best friends have turned out to be the best lovers I’ve ever had.