Jess smiled down at him as he ducked his head and started to kiss her, then lick her. Coaxing her, getting her ready, because he wanted to crawl inside her and stay there all night.
Behind him, Brent spread his cheeks, making his tight hole even tighter. A reflex, that pucker. Brent touched his crease, the same careful stroking, then circles, as the last time they were together.
The first touch of tube was still a shock that made him gasp.
The first touch of fingers, a joy in comparison. He rocked back into that touch, then held it as Brent pushed past the first ring, holding still. Waiting.
Evan bowed his head and suckled on Jess’s clit. His head swam from the overload of sensation, and when Brent pushed in deeper, burying his finger, he was glad Jess was slick and swollen for him. He buried his face in her belly, breathed in the scent of her as her husband stretched him out and slicked him up.
For a moment, he thought better of his plan.
Then Brent stroked over his prostate, and his dick surged against the mattress.Yes, fuck, there. Oh God.
Evan surged up, Brent chasing him as he climbed up Jess’s body. He needed to be inside her so much it hurt. Needed to be settled between her thighs so Brent could fuck him.
Needed.
So.
Much.
Jess got the condom on him, then he slid home. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he buried his face in her neck, and behind him, Brent knocked his legs a little wider.
Evan was ready for the painful stretch. The jolt as Brent figured out the right angle.
It didn’t come. His lover was so careful, and waited at the first ring, then the other—his hand tight on Evan’s hip, the effort it took painfully obviousthere—that Evan relaxed and brought Brent into his body.
He sank deep, his cock knocking Evan’s prostate again, and fuck yes, they were off to the races. He pumped his hips, and found the rhythm of it. Brent fucked him, he fucked Jess. Evan’s turn in the middle, and it was so good he wanted to laugh and cry and beg them never to leave him.
But he’d been the one to leave.
He would never do that again.
“I love you,” he whispered to Jess.
“We love you, too.” She held him tight, welcoming him into her body. He rocked forward again, and on the way back, he swung one arm back to grab at Brent’s hip.
He was theirs. And they were his.
“I’m not gonna last much longer,” Brent said, sounding like he was gritting his teeth.
Evan let go then, fucking Jess as hard as he could. He came first, but kept grinding, and she and Brent joined him at the same time.
“Are you okay?” Brent eased out of him, then disappeared, returning a moment later with washcloths. “My turn to clean you guys up,” he murmured.
Evan hauled in down on top of them. “Clean up in a minute. Cuddles first.”
Brent kissed him hard, then Jess soft.
Cuddles first.
Cuddles always.
27
The rest of June sped by. Weekends were spent together, all three of them. Sometimes Brent worked a split week, and he came down for two nights midweek and had dinner waiting for them at Jess’s place, or sometimes Evan’s.
They all preferred Evan’s bed for sleepovers.
