Deacon’s hands are slipping and sliding up and down my sides, his grasps bordering on frantic. He’s scratching and kneading. He’s speeding us up.
Evan cries out, his hole throttling my cock. His dick spurts cum onto his chest, completely untouched. “Baby,” I whisper, in awe, and while there’s not much to clean, I want another taste of it. The thought of licking it from his abs has a groan roaring from my chest. Deacon’s hands move up my sides as he says, “Come with me. Come with me.”
Maybe it’s a coincidence, or maybe it’s what my body was waiting for, but I fucking explode.
Settling deep in Evan’s ass, I let my orgasm rip. Deacon sheathes himself inside me, his cock thickening and throbbing as mine deposits a huge, thick load into Evan. Pulse after pulse after pulse shatters me as Deacon’s dick spasms against my prostate. Their groans turn to static in my ears as my orgasm affects every nerve in my body. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. A high like no other.
For a long moment I’m nothing but pure, unbound bliss. Like I’ve summited the Everest of physical satisfaction.
Before I would want him to, Deacon pulls out. Shakily, I back out of Evan. As he drops his legs, he clings to my arms, and I fall into him.
He takes my face in his hands, planting kisses on my sweaty cheeks as I try not to crush him.
Evan shifts in my arms, and then I’m wrapped up in him. Gradually, my awareness returns, and I find myself seeking out his mouth to kiss as his leg tightens around my hip.
His kiss is open and gentle, his tongue wet and soft against mine. So sweet. It’s never been so sweet with him. I thought I’d already fallen for him, but this feels more like drowning in love.
Behind me again, I feel the warmth and solid muscle of Deacon’s body. His arms wrap both of us up as he kisses the nape of my neck, the same way he’d kiss my mouth.
Once everyone calms down and our breaths even out, I whisper something along the lines of, “Holy shit.”
Evan’s mouth is still touching mine, and I swear I feel him smile. I open my eyes to check. Heissmiling. “What wasthatlike?” he asks.
“Sorta like…the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“You sound drunk.”
“Then stop making me talk.”
“Can I?” Deacon asks, his hand slipping beneath my head. “Please?”
I twist around to face him. His mouth lands hard on mine. Evan’s leg slides off my hip, allowing me to lie on my back. Deacon lifts onto his elbow to deepen the kiss, and something about it twists my heart around in my chest. I find myself clutching his head and meeting his hungry lips with equal fervor.
Evan’s body fits itself against my side, and his hand strokes my chest, but he doesn’t interfere or say anything to stop this kiss that feels like a thousand times more than a kiss. It goes on and on, despite both of us being breathless and spent. It goes on so long, I wind up hard again, and even then, we don’t stop.
“Isaac,” he says, tone pleading, maybe a little frightened.
I feel for his cock, and it’s also straining. He won’t say it—I don’t know if he has the words for it, but I do. “I need you.”
He nods quickly, lips smothering mine again as I move on top of him. Blindly, I reach for the lube.
Still kissing a gasping Deacon, I glance at Evan who watches us with hazy, sleepy eyes.
He gives me that same small, contented smile.He’sthe one acting drunk. I’m waiting for him to put a stop to this or disappear, but instead he reaches out to run his fingers through Deacon’s hair. I take a moment to sit back and lube my dick. Evan moves in to kiss Deacon’s cheek. Deacon nuzzles him with his nose, but his hands remain on me, grasping, hurrying me up.
Seeing Deacon like this feels new. Rare or special. I can’t tell, but it’s making me crave him deeply in a way I wouldn’t have thought possible a few minutes ago. It feels emotional, necessary. Unspoken words in need of consummation. I lift his legs while he gazes at me in the most helpless way.
I get the sense he doesn’t understand—or can’t put into words what he’s feeling, but he’s feelingsomething. There’s anxiety in his gaze andneed. So much fucking need, I don’t take my time. Notching against him, I shove inside.
He grabs for me with one arm, and our chests slam together as our mouths crash. My dick pulls into an angle that strains its connection to my body, but I press forward regardless. He groans and moves against me, his ass trapping and engulfing my cock. His head lifts to meet my mouth, and I wrap my hands underneath his back, clasping him to me as I fuck into him rough and hard.
“Isaac,” he grunts, hands now clamped on my ass.
Reconnecting our mouths, I roll my hips into him, sure to slide my abs up and down his length as I claim him. This man is fuckingmine. I feel it like a fierce burn in my gut, a fullness in my chest. I pound him, owning him with my cock and my tongue.
He gives himself willingly, eagerly, working my length in his powerful ass. There’s no going back now. There’s no choosing. It’s this—my loveandmy passion—or I’m giving up.
“Oh, God,” he gasps in a way I’ve never heard him before. It does sound a little like terror.
