He gives me a look that almost matches the one from Micah earlier and I’m met with the sudden feeling we’re about to be way more out to our friends than we were when the night started.
* * *
Hours later,almost everyone is gone. It’s Justin, Keith, and Micah on the couch, and Raf is sitting in a chair across the room. I’m at his feet, because that’s where I belong, and I can’t stop staring at the way he rolls the candles from Gregory between his fingers.
He leans down and breathes against my ear. “I’m going to share you tonight, Charles. With our friends.”
I swallow, and the muscles of my ass clench around the plug that’s holding me open.
“The only question is if you want to fight me about it or not.”
“If I want to…” I lick my lips. My throat is suddenly parched.
“Are you going to give it to my friends because I tell you to, or are you going to make them work for it?”
I moan. The sound falls out of my mouth like I’m some wanton harlot and my cock leaks. Precum sticks to my briefs, and I didn’t even know the idea of a fight would turn me on so much. I don’t know what I want more, though, to try this new thing or to do what comes naturally, which is give Raf anything he asks for.
“If you want them to have me, they can,” I whisper.
Raf grins in approval and pulls me up toward his face. He seals our mouths together and kisses me until I’m gasping for breath. He fists my hair and separates us, pushing me away until my back is arched and my hands are flat on the ground behind me near my feet.
I hear movement on the couch and the zip of pants, then a moan I recognize as Micah’s. He’s always horny for it, whether it’s from Justin or Keith, and I love that he gets to choose, though I suppose he isn’t really the one who chooses anything in that relationship.
But the variety.
And I’m about to get a taste.
“Your Grace,” I mumble under my breath, the words a quiet plea.
Raf nods once and I suck in a sharp breath.
“I love you,” I tell him.
His eyes soften and he lets go of my hair, dragging his hand down to cup my cheek.
“I love you too,” he says, then he slaps me. It stings, and my cock responds agreeably to the sharp pain. He grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls it over my head, then tells me to get naked, so I do. My cock is red, and angry, and desperate for attention. I pump my hips forward with a muffled groan.
“There’s three cocks on the couch. Go see which one Justin wants you to suck.”
I crawl over to the couch. Micah is half naked, writhing between Keith and Justin. He’s watching me to make sure I’m watching him. And I am. Justin lifts Micah with ease onto his lap. He’s fully dressed, but he must have undone his fly, because Micah is gasping and grunting as Justin arranges him over his thighs.
I look lower and find the point where their bodies are joined and it’s so fucking hot to watch Justin’s thick cock slide in and out of Micah’s ass. Justin stands up, and I realize he’s big. I mean, I’ve always known he’s big, but he lifts Micah like he weighs nothing and then they’re on the ground on their knees. He has a hairy arm wrapped around Micah’s chest, holding him up while he slams their bodies together from behind. Micah’s cock is hard and shiny and I stop right in front of them, waiting for instruction.
“Put him in your mouth,” Justin says, and I close the space between us, licking up Micah’s shaft and wrapping my lips around it. Justin fucks him deeper into my mouth and I don’t need to move. I just need to stay still and let Justin fuck my mouth with his husband’s cock.
I might die of pleasure.
Keith is beside them, petting and fondling Micah. He’s kissing him. It’s loud and sloppy and Micah’s eyes are opened, trained on me. It’s sinful in its decadence. Raf comes in behind me. His pants drag over the backs of my bare thighs, and he twists the plug inside me. I cry out and my throat opens further, giving Justin room to get Micah’s cock deeper inside of me.
Justin quickens his pace and Micah makes a keening sort of wail, then he comes in my mouth. It’s hot, and the jets of his release shoot deep into my throat. Justin holds him up and fucks him until Micah is begging him to stop. All these ‘pleases’ and ‘sirs’ and ‘I love you please no more.’
Raf’s hand wraps around my cock at the same time he tugs the plug out of my ass, and I startle. My body jerks up and Micah’s cock slips out from between my lips.
“Clean up Micah’s mess,” Justin says. His voice is scratchy, and Keith leans down, tipping up my chin and pressing our mouths together. It’s the first time we’ve kissed, and he’s gentle at first, spreading my lips with the tip of his tongue before delving deep. He licks the taste of Micah out of my mouth, then tears away from me with a reluctant moan.
He raises higher and kisses Justin then, and Justin’s eyes flutter in a way I’ve never seen. He’s tasting his husband on his lover’s tongue while he’s still buried inside one of their bodies.
“Go rest down there,” Justin tells Micah after he’s finished kissing Keith.
With a smile, Micah slides down onto the floor and curls into a ball. It’s not until his mouth is on my cock that I realize he’s beneath me.
I curse and Raf pushes his fingers inside of me. It doesn’t hurt because I’ve had the plug in all night, but it’s still shocking. My back arches and Micah chases after my cock, licking at the tip with an eager tongue.
My mouth is full again. This time it’s Keith’s dick. He’s not naked, but his pants are around his knees and he surges forward with a grunt as Justin enters him. Behind me there’s an emptiness, followed by a stretch I recognize as Raf pushes his cock inside of me.
