Chapter 29 #3
Jackson collapses into the pillows at his back, Eddie’s cock popping out of his mouth, as Hakeem releases him from his mouth, fingers coming free soon after.
He’s panting, pleasure leaving his limbs immobile as Hakeem writhes between his legs, back arched, hips rocking as he rides Eddie’s fingers, a third added before he noticed.
Eddie grants Hakeem a moment’s reprieve as he retracts his fingers, soothing the entrance with his tongue in gentle strokes.
“Shit, Eddie, that’s too good. That feels amazing.
I need you,” begs Hakeem as he looks up to Jackson with glossy eyes.
Jackson’s eyes lock with Hakeem, lips tracing his bottom lip when he sees the hard length pressed against Hakeem’s stomach; how the hell did his dream know what both men’s hard dicks looked like?
It was time to see if they felt the same as his dream.
He pushes himself towards them and grasps the base of the mage’s dick.
He kisses the tip and runs his tongue along Hakeem’s shaft. “Hakeem, I need you to fuck me, now.”
Soon the boys rearrange themselves. Hakeem has his arms on either side of Jackson, foreheads together, exhaling hot puffs of breath against each other’s skin.
Jackson wraps his legs around Hakeem’s waist, locking his ankles together around his back and wrapping slender arms around Hakeem’s neck.
Eddie sits up on his knees, one hand gripping at Hakeem’s hip, the other rolling on a condom whilst he positions his tip against Hakeem’s hole.
Hakeem rolls on his own condom, applying more lube as needed before passing the bottle back to Eddie.
As the boys position themselves, Eddie leans down to kiss Hakeem’s back, reveling in the shudder that travels down the mage’s body, the hunger in his eyes banished for a moment by his sweet voice.
“We go slow, make sure no one pushes themselves too hard. If it gets too much for anyone, speak up. All clear?” Hakeem and Jackson both voice their agreement, voices thick with desire.
Eddie can hold back no longer, his hunger for the two men returning as an inferno in his gut as his ears pick up the pleading in their voices.
Hakeem eases his way into Jackson, distracting the elf with a sweet, drawn out kiss as he slowly pushes his hips forwards, easing in inch by inch.
Jackson moans into Hakeem’s mouth, his hands tangling in brown curls as he pushes their faces together.
As Hakeem slips into Jackson’s warmth, he can feel Eddie’s tip pressing against him, pushing past puckered skin as his girth spreads him out.
He can feel every inch of Eddie fill his insides, pressing against his walls until he feels the slap of Eddie’s hips.
The thrust from Eddie pushes him deeper into Jackson till there is nowhere left to go.
Jackson tightens his hold on Hakeem as he feels the man swell inside him when Eddie thrusts all the way in. It is as though both men were on him, their combined weights creating a comforting pressure and heat he didn’t know he longed for.
Eddie grabs onto Hakeem’s hips, nails leaving half moons in the supple flesh, rousing a moan of pleasure from the man as he pulls his lips away from Jackson’s.
Like the pumping of pistons, Eddie begins a steady rhythm of thrusts, moving Hakeem with him.
Back and forth, pulling out just a bit to give himself room to thrust back in.
With each forward thrust Hakeem is pushed into Jackson, both men swearing out in ecstasy. “Fuck, Hakeem, shit.”
“Oh gods, Eddie, just like that.” Hakeem rolls his hips in tandem with Eddie’s thrusts.
His mind is a haze of pleasure yet feels safe knowing where he is.
Hakeem buries his face in the crook of Jackson’s neck, sweat dripping down his curls across his brow, hot breath leaving goosebumps on Jackson’s skin.
Jackson’s hands moved to Hakeem’s back, nails clawing at the skin, searching for something to hold onto.
As Eddie’s thrusts begin to speed up, grunts of pleasure escaping his clenched jaw, his eyes lock with Jackson’s.
He leans forward, moving his hands from Hakeem’s hips to the mattress, caging both men underneath him.
With only his arms propping him up, he rolls his hips, stirring his dick within Hakeem.
Eddie sandwiches Hakeem between him and Jackson with his body, then leans in closer to seal his lips against Jackson’s.
“Oh, fuck, Eddie,” Hakeem speaks in clipped, breathless words as Eddie wrestles his tongue with Jackson’s, swallowing the whimpers and moans that escape the elven man.
Hakeem’s arms find their way to be wrapped around Jackson, his hips rolling in harmony with Eddie’s, a passionate dance of built up desire.
He feels the edge rapidly approaching, between the feeling of Jackson tightening around him and his insides being stirred by Eddie.
He doesn’t want this moment to end yet, so he wills his brain to start working once more to think of a way to extend the boy’s pleasure.
And a thought does arise.
“I’m-close-but-I-have-an-idea,” his words are clipped as Eddie continues the curated roll of his hips, as though the man already knows how to hit every spot with deadly accuracy.
Eddie and Jackson break apart, lending an ear.
They are both intrigued by the idea their darling Hakeem suggests, and mentally vow to buy that man any romance book he wants after this.
Blessed manuals that they are.
Eddie pulls out of Hakeem, and Hakeem slides out of Jackson. All three men breathe heavily, still rock hard where they lay. Jackson props a pillow under his hips, raising his ass to the right angle. Hakeem takes the moment to roll a condom onto Jackson’s erection with his mouth.
Where the hell did he learn that?!
Hakeem positions his knees on either side of Jackson, as he lowers himself down onto Jackson’s waiting cock cowboy style.
When his ass meets Jackson’s hips they both swear out in pleasure, Jackson’s piercings making Hakeem tremble from the sensation.
Hakeem leans forward and rolls a fresh condom onto Eddie’s girth, letting his tongue trace the shaft.
“Fucking hell, you aren’t as innocent as you look, Hakeem.
” Hakeem only offers a wry smile from his flushed face, too winded from getting to experience both men.
Jackson’s hands find the curves of Hakeem’s waist as Eddie moves behind the mage before lifting slender legs around his hips.
Jackson tightens his thighs as much as he can around Eddie as the man angles his cock to Jackson’s hole.
It goes in with one swift thrust stealing the air from Jackson’s lungs, “Oh, fuck, Eddie. You feel amazing.”
“You feel so good, Jackson. You both look so beautiful right now.”
Hakeem leans back and wraps an arm around Eddie’s neck, pulling him in for an urgent kiss as he starts a steady bounce on Jackson’s cock.
Eddie has a hold on Jackson’s thighs as he picks up the pace as well, losing himself to the feel of Jackson wrapped around him and of Hakeem’s tongue sliding against his own.
Jackson’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his hands flying to his headboard, threatening to tear into the wood, as his body is lost to ecstasy, reeling from waves of sensations that batter against him.
The feel of Hakeem’s cock deep within him is replaced with Edmund’s girth that hits all the right spots even more than before.
The sensation of having Hakeem’s ass slam down onto his throbbing dick consumes him in a heated pleasure he hadn’t truly experienced in decades.
This isn’t the fervent thrill of a rendezvous during the solstice or a booty call from an app on his cell.
This is passion he’s feeling, more than the heat of body slamming into and against him.
Both these men are giving themselves to him and each other wholeheartedly, their thoughts lost to a haze of pleasure that dulls the ache and burn of their muscles.
Oh, how he loves every moment of it.
With the added sensation of Hakeem riding him, mixed with Eddie’s savage thrusts, through the grunts and groans of pleasure, Jackson can feel the edge coming.
He can’t last much longer and from the sounds coming from Hakeem whose head rests against Eddie’s chest, and the foreshadowing throb of Eddie within him, Jackson knows all three of them were at the cliff’s edge.
“I’m-so-fucking-close.” Jackson wills the words out of him, despite the fog clouding his mind as the dual sensation of being taken and taking all of Eddie swirl inside of him fervently.
Eddie’s teeth graze against Hakeem’s neck, eyes dark pools of ocean blue as he thrusts even harder, “I’m there, I’m right fucking there.”
As Hakeem bounces on Jackson’s cock, face flushed against Eddie’s chest, his words are lost. “Mmnn, mmhmm,” is all he can manage.
Jackson magic spurs to life, tendrils wrapping around both his partners.
They caress Hakeem’s chest and cock and fondle Eddie’s ass-stimulating Eddie’s hole, sending shivers through both men that echo in Jackson’s body.
He wants to apologize but the looks his boyfriends give him silence his concerns.
Jackson’s shadows act as an extension of him. And he wants to feel all parts of them.
All it takes is a few more thrusts; a few more rolls of the hips, for nails to dig into supple flesh, teeth to bite into heated skin and eyes to flutter closed as release rocks through all three men.
“Oh, fuck!”
“Godsdamn!”
“Shit!”
Hakeem feels the warmth of Jackson’s cum as he finishes inside him. Jackson’s body quivers as Eddie pumps his hips and offloads deep within him. Eddie releases Jackson’s hips, letting his softening cock slide out.
Hakeem’s release coats Jackson’s chest, mixing with the sweat glistening on his torso.
Eddie takes the opportunity to tie up the used condoms as Hakeem slips off Jackson to fall next to him.
He tosses them to a wastebasket in the room, nailing the shot.
Eddie falls to his side on the other side of Jackson.
He reaches a hand across Jackson’s abs, his own chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, to lace his fingers with Hakeem’s.
Jackson’s nails are literally digging into the hardwood of his headboard, the wood splintering under the force of his grasp.
I’ll fix that later, is the only other thought to run through his mind as his boyfriends nuzzle up to him post coitus.
He wills the fog in his mind to clear as he commands his shadows to grab spare towels from the linen closet, which he had complained before was unnecessary to have stocked.
Never again.
Eddie and Hakeem plant kisses on either side of Jackson’s neck as they let the shadows clean them. “You are getting really good at using those things,” says Eddie with a chuckle.
“He is, and I’m so proud of him,” replies Hakeem as shadows attempt to wipe some of the sweat from his body, limbs heavy from rigorous use.
Before Jackson could thank either of them for their kind words, a symphony of rumbles comes from their stomachs.
The boys devolve into a fit of breathy laughter, still too worn to laugh any harder.
Jackson sighs as he wraps his arms across his boyfriend’s shoulders, a genuine smile plastered across flushed skin.
“All in favor of ordering in whilst we take a quick bath in my giant ass tub to wash the sweat off, say Aye.”
“Aye”, reply both adoring men in unison.
The perfect way to end the start of their time together.