Despite running away earlier, the glimpse I had of the two of them together has been playing on repeat all day. Part of that is because they were so clearly in tune with one another, but part of it is that I found it so erotic. The desperation in their breathing, the groans of pleasure rumbling from their throats, their declarations of love. I wasn’t willing to admit it when anger and hurt blinded me, but that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed, and instead of averting my gaze like I did before I want to look my fill this time.
“I want to watch. What you were doing this morning.”
“Take us to your bedroom, then.” Jace lets go of their cocks and holds his hand out to me so he can help me off the couch.
I lead them to my room on shaky limbs, my heart beating erratically in my chest.I can’t believe this is happening.
“Lie down, Blake. Ass by the edge of the bed,” Jace commands. As Blake follows his instructions, Jace turns to me and gives me a tender kiss. “I’m gonna need your help, sweetheart.”
“Wha…what do you mean?” I stammer.
“I didn’t come prepared.” When I offer no response, he continues, thumb stroking gently over my half-parted lips. “I need your mouth, Kane. Or some lube.”
This morning I couldn’t have imagined that sentence turning me on, but now…Holy shit. My tongue darts out to lick my lips, swiping along Jace’s thumb in the process. A soft groan slips from his throat as heat rushes to my cheeks, and I scramble to the nightstand to grab the lube.
“Jace and I are clean,” Blake says softly when he sees me reach for the condoms. “If you are too we can go without.”
I drop the packets back in the drawer.
“On the bed,” Jace growls as he and Blake slick their rigid lengths.
Shedding my clothes, I climb on the bed next to Blake, scooting close enough for Blake’s lips to savor mine. Gentle. Indulgent. His mouth probes mine delicately, as if he wants to make this moment linger forever. My body hums with the knowledge that that’s exactly what this could be the start of.Forever.
Lost in the press of Blake’s lips against mine, I barely register the absence of Jace’s hands on my body. Then Blake tenses, a sated growl reverberating in his throat, and I realize Jace has filled him.
Overwhelmed with curiosity, I pull my mouth from Blake’s and kneel beside him. His muscled frame shifts on the mattress as Jace thrusts forward, both men groaning as they come together fully.
They hold still for a moment before Jace starts to move, his lean stomach contracting as he swivels his hips. Teeth clenched in concentration, his eyes rake over me, then Blake, as he presses deep inside Blake’s body with slow, measured thrusts. A thin sheen of sweat gathers on his torso, the strain of going slow written in the pained expression on his face. But he holds steady, exaggerating each stroke so I can see every last inch of him as he moves.
Shifting my gaze to Blake, I notice his expression mirrors Jace’s. Primed yet not sated, his hips lift to meet Jace’s as if begging him to go deeper. Push harder. Though, he too, moves slowly, prolonging each thrust.
My eyes skirt down over his chest, down his stomach, coming to rest on the thick cock standing at attention. “Touch him,” Jace orders.
I wrap my hand around Blake’s swollen length, squeezing as tight as I dare. “OhDamn.” Blake rewards me with a strangled moan.
“Move with me,” Jace instructs, his heated, dark eyes commanding me to match his pace.
Together, we pleasure Blake, Jace bottoming out each time I stroke down to Blake’s root. His cock twitches in my hand, and I squeeze harder, rubbing my finger over the slick tip. His eyes roll back in his head as it dips into the mattress, and my chest swells with pride knowing Jace and Itogetherare driving him mad.
The power we have over Blake’s pleasure is intoxicating. Screw fierce flamingos, it makes me feel like the badass I never fully believed I could be, and drives me to grip him a little tighter, tug a little faster, to see how high we can take him. It also gets me positivelyrigid, and I shift my legs to sate my own gathering need.
“He’s ready for you. If you want him.” Jace pulls my hand off Blake’s dick as he plunges hard and deep, leaning forward to taste Blake’s parted lips. Then he stands straight, still buried in Blake’s ass, and gestures for me to sit on his stiff cock.
Taking Jace’s hand for balance, I swing my leg over Blake’s torso, my back to his face, and sink onto his swollen length. Jace holds still until I’m seated, nipping at my bottom lip while he waits for me to adjust. Once I’m set, he puts his palm on my chest and gently nudges me to lean back until I’m lying on top of Blake.
Thighs on either side of Blake’s legs, feet braced on the bed, I let gravity pull me against Blake’s torso and let out a breathy sigh. It must be the sign Jace is looking for—no sooner does it pass my lips than he starts to pump in earnest, his pelvis brushing against my dick with each pass.
Blake’s strong hands wrap around my waist, anchoring me to him, as Jace’s relentless thrusts spear him deeper and deeper inside, teasing my heightened nerves.
Jace leans his head against mine, lips hovering together as we pant. It’s desperate. Frantic. Yet, so much more intimate and erotic than an actual kiss.I love it.
Wrapping one hand around his neck, I trace the sinewy muscles of his chest with the other. As if our thoughts are as joined as our bodies, Blake moves one hand to my chest, plucking at my nipple in a rhythm that matches Jace’s thrusts. His lips plant a series of open-mouthed kisses along my neck before Jace dives forward to capture them, and the two of them share a salacious kiss before Jace gives me the same treatment.
Fissures of electricity zing throughout my body, some originating from my pinched nipples, others the relentless press of Blake’s crown against my prostate. I’m vaguely aware of the increasingly high-pitched moans passing through my lips as my arousal builds, fueled by both the physical pleasure overloading my senses, and the sounds of the men beneath me grunting out their own mounting bliss.
The three of us exert so much energy chasing our release that Jace’s forehead starts to glisten with the effort of setting the tempo, and moisture pools between Blake’s body and mine, making my body slip and slide over his.
It’s filthy. Debauched.Perfect.
