Chapter 35
TRACE
“My cock?”
James nodded. I felt my dick swell in my boxers at the thought of his sweet mouth wrapped around my flesh, and had to concentrate on his earnest face so as not to rip my shorts down there and then.
“I won’t argue if you want to do that,” I managed to croak. “But why me and not Eddie?” I felt Edwin tense beside me, evidently also keen to know the answer.
“Because he’s had all my other firsts. It’s only fair you get one.” He swivelled up onto his knees, keeping his gaze steady on me, and a smile softened his pale blue eyes. “I really like you, Trace, and I’d like to do this for you.” His chest rose and fell. “Only if you want me to, of cou—”
“Goddess, yes.” I interrupted him quickly before he could think I wasn’t keen.
“I can’t think of much I’d like more.” And because I really didn’t want anything we did to trigger another shutdown like before, I added, “You must direct this. Tell us what would make you feel the safest, so we can make this good for you.”
I watched James awkwardly adjust himself through his jeans’ pocket and I felt Edwin’s eager gaze burning over my shoulder. “It’s, uh, going to be good. I’ve imagined this for some time now. Can we start?”
“Keen, aren’t we, babe?” Edwin’s quip was lighthearted, but I suspected he was as anxious as I was to ensure James didn’t panic.
But James had his green light and already had his hands on the fly of my shorts.
“Let me help you,” I offered. “D’you want me on the couch? It might make access easier.”
As I stood up, I unbuttoned and let my shorts fall to the floor. Edwin’s inhale told me he appreciated the view of my tented underwear. I shot him a grin, then suggested to James he might be more comfortable if he unfastened his jeans.
He shook his head. “Like it when it’s…” He ground to a halt.
“You want to get frustrated and desperate, don’t you, darling?” Edwin said, his hand snaking out to pull James towards him for a quick kiss.
“Mmhmm.”
“You really are a kinky little fucker. I can’t tell you how much I love that. I presume you do want me to watch?” Edwin now had his own hand massaging his cloth-covered bulge. “I bet you get off on this so hard, you’ll jizz in your pants and soak through the denim too. Fuck, that would be hot.”
“Ohgodshutup,” James blurted, his cheeks scarlet. But he shuffled closer and reached out with one hand for my crotch. A thought occurred to me.
“You like it when we call you out on your kinks, don’t you, baby?
It makes you squirm and that gets you harder still.
Your cock drips even more into your underwear, yeah?
” I smirked at Edwin. “I think our boyfriend likes a teeny bit of humiliation to go with his predilection for voyeurism. What d’you think, Eddie? ”
“I think you’re right.” Edwin inched as near to us as was possible and ran his fingers lightly through James’ hair.
“You’re our sweet, filthy boy and we can’t wait to watch you drive yourself wild as you rock Trace’s world.
I’m going to watch you suck him now, darling, and tell you how talented you are as you make him come. Okay?”
Saucer-sized pupils stared back at us as James nodded.
He had frozen in place, seemingly unaware of anything but the effect our words were having on him.
I eased my boxers down, freeing my impatient knob and grasping it with one hand.
“Come on then, lovely. Have a feel with your hand. If you don’t want to go any further than a stroke, you could always watch me and join in when you’re—Oh Goddess… ”
The first touch of James’ warm, wet lips to the head of my dick had me instantly reining in the urge to punch my hips upwards.
Refraining required a valiant effort, and I only succeeded because I was so frightened of ruining this moment forever for him.
I made a grab for Edwin’s hand and clung on tight, breathing through my nose in an attempt to ground myself.
James leaned further over and took me deeper into his mouth, his fingers clenched around the tops of my knees, and the hum of a low moan reverberated around my sensitive flesh.
I slumped back against the sofa and felt blindly with my free hand for James’ mop of hair.
He groaned when my fingers raked through his scalp, drew his mouth almost off me, then plunged forwards again.
I desperately wanted to watch, but I was sure I’d come within seconds if I did.
But I had to look when James gagged. My fingers stilled, then I moved them to tilt his chin up.
“Sweetheart, take it slowly. This isn’t a challenge to see if you can deep throat me.
Contrary to what you might have seen in porn, it’s not that common.
Licking and sucking just the head will bring me off and tease me nicely while you do it. ”
“He’s right,” Edwin confirmed. “I can deep throat easily because I don’t need to breathe, but it still took me a while to stop thinking I’d choke. Nobody expects you to take all of Trace in one go, and certainly not the first time you try this.”
James rolled his eyes and pulled off my cock with a wet pop.
“Sometimes you two are so fucking dense,” he grumbled.
“I like that part. I want to feel so full of you, I’m choking.
You said I was in control of this, right?
” We both nodded. “Well stop fucking babying me. Nobody is shoving me places I don’t want to be, or holding me down and hurting me.
Let me suck your damn dick and stop worrying.
” He jerked his chin at my hand that had been in his hair and gestured for me to resume my combing of his tousled strands.
“If you, uh, want to kind of hold me a bit tightly, I’d like that too, I think. Just don’t push me down.”
My pulse did a sudden wild jig. “You like your hair pulled?”
He shrugged. “Probably. The idea gets me hard. I want to try it.”
Edwin chuckled and leaned even closer; at this rate he’d soon be sitting on my chest. “You’ll be telling us next you want us to call you our trashy little cocksucker.”
Eyes still like saucers, James’ gaze flicked between the pair of us.
I could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the wild pink on his cheeks, and even smell his arousal, so heaven knows what Edwin was picking up; our boy was beyond turned on.
Silence hung in the air, thick and full of promise, before eventually he sucked in a ragged breath and whimpered.
“Fuck, am I too much? I think I’d love it if you did that.”
Edwin gathered him close and pressed his lips reassuringly to James’ forehead. “Never, darling. You can be as kinky or as vanilla as you like and we’ll love you anyway. You’re ours, baby.”
“Okay,” he whispered. He took a few measured breaths, centering himself again, then repositioned his hands on my thighs. “Will you…make me suck you, please?” His tongue flickered over his bottom lip before he added, “Like, don’t actually force me, but can we…pretend?”
“We need a safe word.” Edwin cupped his hand over my cock, placing it off limits for a moment, and tilted his head at James. “Any ideas?”
“Oh, right. I guess that’s sensible.”
“Essential, love, when what we’re doing could seem as though we’re taking away your freedom to consent.
” He stroked a gentle finger over James’ still-rosy cheek.
“Which we never will, I promise, but if we’re playing ‘make me’, then you absolutely need a safe word, and not just ‘red’.
One that will stop either or all of us, at any point, until you give us an okay to continue, or we wrap up whatever it is. ”
“Mushroom.” James grinned. “Can’t fucking stand them.” He swallowed, and his smile faded. “Thank you for thinking of this.”
I’d known and thought I understood how deeply all Dalziel’s coven valued consent, but seeing it at work warmed my heart.
It hadn’t been something I’d grown up having instilled in me, coming from a family that had used charm to get their way more often than not, but my stomach had still clenched to think of anyone outright abusing the trust of another in a sexual situation.
The whole point was hedonistic joy — or it always had been for me until I’d found this pair.
As far as I was concerned, you couldn’t be truly satisfied if someone was pulling your strings.
Unless, of course, like now, when James was begging us to fake that control.
I removed Edwin’s hand from my crotch. “James.” His eyes darted upwards.
“You’re going to suck my cock. And you’re going to make a good job of it.
” He gulped, but his pupils were glossy orbs of midnight and he nodded.
“Right now then!” I fisted a clump of his hair and tugged lightly.
He moaned. “Do I have to tell you twice? Get to it, you little slut.”
Edwin’s sharp inhale echoed my momentary panic that I’d gone too far, but James moaned again, louder, and eagerly lowered his head as I pushed my dick towards his mouth.
He licked me, tentatively at first, but evidently having listened to us that deep throating wasn’t necessary, he soon seemed to realise I loved the way he touched me and relaxed into exploring every inch of my aching, needy flesh.
I allowed myself to sink into the joy of having a hot mouth enveloping my cock, and relaxed my iron grip on Edwin’s digits.
He promptly moved his hand from between us to rest on my nape, caressing and stroking my neck and ears until I wasn’t sure whose attention I liked best.