His grin goes wry as he positions his erection and shoves it inside Evan once again. Evan drops his head between his arms and lets out a jagged breath, immediately starting to move his hips.
Deacon takes hold of them and fucks slowly into him.
Not quite as content as I was earlier to stay on the sideline, I touch Deacon’s ass with one hand while I stroke my cock with the other. His glutes clench with each thrust, and I watch the way his cock moves back and forth in Evan’s hole. “How does he feel?” I ask.
“Hot,” Deacon says with rapidly hooding eyes. “Always so fucking tight.”
I slide my hand into Deacon’s crack and rest two fingers against his hole. “I’m surprised you haven’t worn him out yet.”
“He’s a slut, and he’s got a lot of energy.”
“Fuck,” Evan whimpers, drooping more.
Deacon grips him harder, hitching Evan’s hips higher so he can really bang him.
“Mm…” I groan at the sight, staring at where they connect. “A perfect slut.”
“I’ll never get over this ass,” Deacon says.
My eyes roam over Evan’s smooth back. Deacon pulls out, aims Evan’s hole my way, and I can’t help myself. I take my turn, shoving my cock inside the stretched space and relishing Evan’s choked cry at the new invasion.
Deacon grabs my face and kisses me as I fuck my assistant for the first time in what feels like a decade. Once our tongues are thrusting deeply into each other’s mouths, his hands grope my backside, moving from my neck to my ass, to my inner thighs. It’s electric. Our kiss slips and slides from the water bouncing off our mouths. It’s so fucking sexy, I need to pull out of Evan so I don’t come too soon.
With no one inside him anymore, Evan straightens and turns around. He separates us, first giving me a deep kiss and then turning to shove his tongue into Deacon’s mouth. Hands are on me. More than two. I’ve got a grip on Deacon’s cock and fingers in Evan’s hole while once again, we pass salacious, panting kisses between the three of us.
Evan’s ass clenches on my fingers, and when his tongue licks over mine again, urgency takes over. I need him. Them.
“Need to fuck you, baby,” I tell him.
“Whatever you want,” he says, sounding drunk.
“We both do,” I say.
“Anything,” Evan says.
“You can take us both, right?” Deacon asks. “You’re all warmed up?”
Evan rises to his toes and tightens around my fingers again. He nods, moving to give Deacon another deep, erotic kiss.
Deacon needs no further incentive. He lifts Evan off the shower floor, and Evan promptly wraps his legs around his body. Deacon’s cock is an inch from Evan’s hole, and I reach down to position it. Evan sinks lower, his hands on Deacon’s shoulders, controlling his movement.
It’s all a bit precarious, so I move closer to give Evan another body to lean against. With one arm, he reaches back and wraps it around my neck. I slide a finger in next to Deacon’s cock, testing the space. Evan breathes heavily. “Oh, fuck yes. I’ve been dreaming about this.”
My cock thumps against Evan’s ass cheek as I add a second finger.
Evan cries out. “I need it, Isaac,” he says. “Please give it to me.”
“You heard him,” Deacon says. “He said he missed us. Let’s welcome him home.”
“I want him to stay,” I groan, still using my fingers. Though we’ve done this before, I wasn’t on this end, and I don’t see how it could possibly work.
“It’s easier if you go in at the same time,” Evan says, shockingly lucid as he lifts off Deacon’s cock. Was I speaking? Maybe. My brain feels like jelly.
Deacon gives me a chin nod. Rallying, I take hold of both our dicks beneath Evan’s ass. His body is pressed tightly between us by necessity, and his back is arched just the slightest bit, creating a straight upward shot for our joined cocks.
Stroking us together a few more times because it feels fucking amazing, I start to remember what it felt like to be suffocated next to Deacon’s cock inside the best ass I’ve ever had.
“My God,” I whisper, spilling more precum at the thought.
