“Don’t tell me you don’t want to get off like this, too.”
The hesitation was just long enough for me to know for sure that hedidwant to get off on Declan. I rolled my hips, my eyes nearly fluttered closed but I managed to keep eye contact with Erik, holding his gaze. “Declan feels so good.”
Beneath me, Declan panted and his arm reached up to Erik’s shoulder, encouraging him back down.
He’d been sleeping on his back, one arm around each of us.
I was okay with it. I’d given it a lot of thought last night, while I’d been helping Erik to put fresh sheets on the bed, and then while we’d been sitting in awkward silence. I’d been thinking about Declan. And Erik.
The fact was, I knew Declan loved us both. And I loved Declan, wanted what was best for him. Polyamory was a thing, right? People did that.
Well, if Declan loved both of us, I could share him. At least I’d get to be with him. And Erik would get to be with him as well.
We could both have Declan. Starting now.
I tugged at Erik’s arm and he lay down again, so fluidly that he seemed to curl right into Declan as though he belonged. I kept my hand on his arm, to make sure he didn’t try to slip away again, but I was too distracted by how horny I was to explain the realisation I’d had or ask if he knew what polyamory was.
I’d have to do that after I came, once my head was clear.
God, rubbing against Declan felt so good and I’d been hot and horny all night, dipping in and out of sexy dreams, feeling all those limbs against my skin. I finally dropped my head, breaking eye contact and pressing my face into Declan’s chest.
I moaned as I pressed my groin harder against his hip, humping him with my whole body and, when I felt Erik move on Declan’s other side, I couldn’t help but moan again.
Erik moved slower than me, a fluid, graceful roll of his hips, and if I’d had the brain capacity to think about it, I might have tried to match him so Declan would feel us both doing that, but I couldn’t stop the way my body was moving. I was getting closer and closer, grinding hard against his hot body.
His voice was rough, that just-woken sleep-roughness, as he panted, “Fuck, I’m so hard.”
I reached down for Declan’s dick and, as my fingers were about to brush against it, I felt other cool fingers. Twisting my head to the side, I saw Erik had done the same as me.
For a second, we stared at each other in shock, both our hands frozen inches above Declan’s skin. Then I took Erik’s hand and placed it on Declan’s groin, over his boxer shorts. We needed to be able to touch him properly, so I reached inside and drew out Declan’s dick, feeling its thick girth as I wrapped my fingers around it.
Declan panted again, and his hips twitched upwards, rocking his dick further into my hand. I watched, fascinated by the sight, as I released Declan’s dick and pressed Erik’s hand against it. The dick twitched and bobbed, and I could make out a little shimmering drop of pre-come at the tip.
We worked him together. Erik’s hand was wrapped around Declan’s dick and mine was wrapped over the top and, together, we stroked up and down.
I started to grind against Declan again, using the rhythm that Erik was setting as he stroked slightly faster.
The groan that spilled from Declan’s mouth was everything I’d ever wanted it to be. He lay on his back, arms pinned down to the mattress by mine and Erik’s bodies as he held us close, and we worked him hard until he came all over himself.
His come spilled all over his stomach and shot up to his chest as he panted loudly.
I moaned at the sight of it and increased the pressure on my own dick until I came, burying my face into Declan’s chest again to muffle my scream.
As I was coming down from my orgasm, my body tingling with the aftermath of pleasure, I heard Erik make the smallest little sound and his body stopped undulating as he came.
Smiling lazily to myself, I looked up at Declan’s face. His eyes were glazed and he looked like he couldn’t believe he was here.
Erik rolled out of bed, so fast that I didn’t have time to grab him and by the time I asked, “Where are you going?” he was already at the door.
“I’ll just clean up,” he said.
The floorboard squeaked as he left the room.
Raising myself on my elbow, I leaned up to kiss Declan, a soft, slow kiss that branded him onto my soul.
When I pulled back, I looked into his eyes and said, “I love you, Declan.”
“I love you, Sonny. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”
