Heat rises to my cheeks, which would be all the answer Casey needs if his head wasn’t tucked against my chest.
“Auggie gave me a blow job.” My voice comes out as an excited whisper. “It was amazing. And then I jacked him off.” I haven’t built up the courage to suck him off yet.
Casey squeezes me. What does that mean? He’s not telling me to shut up, which I take as a positive sign. It sounds awful in my head, but it’s hard for me to understand why he wouldn’t want to experience the thrill of having another’s guy’s mouth on his cock. He probably doesn’t get why I’m so excited about it.
“I want to kiss you,” I tell him.
Casey tilts his face up so I can lean down to give him a closed-mouth kiss. It’s long, tender, and soft. His lashes flutter as I pull away and smile at him.
“That was lovely.” He lays his head on my chest again.
I smile and kiss his hair.
“That’s nice too.” He half rolls, so he’s semi-facing Auggie.
Auggie seems to know exactly what Casey wants. He pushes up onto his elbow and kisses Casey. Even though it’s a sweet kiss, watching them still turns me on. They look stunning together, especially as Auggie’s beard scruff creates a red texture on Casey’s chin.
Auggie pushes up farther and kisses me over Casey. I’m aware of Casey glancing up from the movement of his head. Is he watching us as our mouths open and our tongues connect? Auggie lies down again, and the three of us go back to snuggling.
After a while, Casey shifts position and snuggles against Auggie. I turn to spoon his back, which is a new experience. I’ve never spooned with anyone. It’s nice being so close to him, having his back resting against my chest. I loop my arm over him and stroke Auggie’s arm. A thrill runs down my spine. We’re in a three-way relationship. Okay, so it’s brand new and tentative and awkward, but I’m lying in bed, cuddling two amazing and beautiful men. The excitement goes straight to my cock. Casey sucks in a breath.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
“It’s okay,” he says in an equally quiet voice.
Auggie raises his eyebrows. My face heats up in response. His eyebrows climb higher, and his mouth forms an understanding O.
“Do you want me to go while—?” Casey asks.
“No. I want to stay like this, with both of you,” I reply.
Auggie grimaces. “As nice as snuggling with you is, I don’t want to fall asleep like this. If one of us so much as breathes, I’ll fall out of bed.”
Casey and I laugh.
“You should come to mine soon. My bed is big enough for three, so there wouldn’t be any danger of any of us falling out.”
“Would your flatmates mind?” Casey asks.
He snorts. “I don’t have any.”
“You live alone?”
“Yes. Dad bought me a house to stay in when I had to move off campus. Of course, what he gives, he can take away as easily, and he probably will if I fail the year.”
“You won’t. Not with me as your tutor,” I say in a determined voice.
Auggie laughs. “We’ll see about that. You can lead a horse to water and all that.”
“He bought you a house?” Casey says, his voice quivering with awe.
“Yes. He’s rich and is used to London prices, so a house in Leeds was like a drop in the ocean to him. Sorry. I’m an entitled brat.”
“You don’t need to apologise for who you are,” I say.
“The point is, I don’t have any housemates to tiptoe around. We can do whatever we want, in whatever room we want.”
I whimper.
