“Kiss me?” he asked Cliff.
“I was hoping you’d ask.”
Chapter Eighteen
Cliff
From there, things swung into action. Like…faster than I’d dreamed they could. One minute, we were hanging out and having snacks; the next we were kissing. First Brax and Edwin, then Edwin and I, then Brax and I. It was incredible to kiss each of them but maybe a little better even to watch them kiss one another.
Having gone into this not knowing how I’d relate to two men at once, I’d expected maybe a little jealousy or some other negative reaction, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Rather, I wanted to encourage them to continue. As their breathing grew harsh, and their arms tightened around one another, I nudged them gently into the bedroom.
Would it be the two of them making love this first time while I was a spectator? Maybe…did they want that? Then they broke apart, panting, and turned to face me. “We need to undress Daddy Cliff,” Brax said, and Edwin reached for my shirt. No, it would not just be the two of them.
They helped me out of my clothes before I turned to them to do the same, unwrapping the gifts they were until we were all naked and tumbling onto the bed. Exploring these two men became my whole focus, and any residual awkwardness flowed away like a river toward the sea. They were beautiful, handsome, and moved with a grace I could only envy. Brax and I had been together many times, of course, so it seemed natural that we both turned our attention to Edwin after a few minutes. He lay on his back while we caressed him and kissed his cheeks, his nose, his ears, took turns kissing his lips. I had not known how this would go. There were other triads at Chained, but we’d never discussed the mechanics either physical or emotional oftheir private times together. We had to figure this out on our own.
Wanting all of us involved the first time, I guided Brax to straddle Edwin’s shoulders, the other little propped up just enough to make it easy for him to feed his cock to our new third. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, Edwin licking slow circles around the head before parting his lips wider, Brax stroking his hair and adjusting the angle to make it more comfortable as he slow-fucked Edwin’s mouth.
I found a condom in the bedside table and a tube of lube. Rolling the condom on, I squeezed a dollop of lube onto my finger and slicked up the condom. Then I reached for Edwin’s hand and closed it around his own cock before beginning to prepare him for me. A slippery finger toyed with his hole while I spoke to him about how hot he was and some of the more important things like how kind. Caring. And tight. When I’d managed to get one finger in to the second knuckle, I started on another, scissoring them both, stretching him enough that he wouldn’t be in pain—or at least not for long.
My cock throbbed, and the sight of Edwin sucking on Brax’s cock, his hand fisting and squeezing his own dick, had me on the brink of coming before I even got inside him. And it was difficult, even after the stretching, but I managed to ease past the tight muscle ring. He grunted, and I paused, allowing him to adjust to my girth. Their scents, aftershave, light perspiration, pheromones…intoxicating in the extreme.
We fell into a rhythm, smooth, slow at first and speeding up together, as if we’d done this a hundred times before, except with the excitement of the first time. I gripped Edwin’s thighs, watched Brax’s body move, and held back as long as I could. Which was not nearly long enough. Just as I thought I was going to spill first and maybe disappoint three men, Brax cried out and Edwin’s cum spurted onto my belly.
No need to wait. Thank the goddess. I let go and came, filling the condom and shuddering in reaction. I hunched over them, all of us breathing hard, glistening with sweat, and my heart hammering in my ears. As soon as I came down enough, I eased out of Edwin and went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, returning with warm washcloths to clean my men. We would need a shower, but that would likely lead to more lovemaking, which I at least needed to wait a little bit for. My knees were wobbly as it was.
But I stroked the clothes over their skin and when I’d done the best I could, I lay between them and put an arm around each. They rested their cheeks on my chest and we all fell asleep. For a while…
Chapter Nineteen
Edwin
At first, I thought I was waking up from one of my many dreams about Cliff and Brax, but I quickly figured out that it wasn’t a dream…that last night had been real, and the arms wrapped around me belonged to the two men who had decided I was now theirs.
I’d never been one to spend the night, even when I had a semi-regular partner. I always liked to go back to my own bed and be with my own things. Even now, I didn’t want to leave this bed for anything. I wanted to stay with them, snuggled and close.
Last night had been such a ride from finally saying all the things I’d needed to but hadn’t been able to form the words for, to spending a little time at their house, to getting naked and having all sorts of fun. No wonder I thought it was a dream. Whose little life was this? Certainly not mine.
Except it was.
“Do you need me to move?” Cliff asked. When I turned my head, I saw he was looking at me, a sweet smile on his face.
I wanted to say no, but… “Maybe so I can sneak away for just a minute, and I’ll be right back.”
“Of course.” He kissed my forehead then climbed out of his side of the bed, and I did as well. “Don’t worry about Brax. He won’t stir until we wake him up.”
I ran to the bathroom to take care of business, and, when I climbed back into the bed, Cliff was in his original spot, with Brax snuggled into his side.
“He migrated over when you left. You might have to go to the other side.”
“I can do that.” I climbed in and put my arm around Brax so that it was resting on Cliff, too.
“Go back to sleep. There’s no rush today,” Daddy said.
“Okay.” I thought it might be difficult to go back to sleep, especially knowing there were two hot men in bed with me, but I found myself slipping completely asleep without a single speck of the ceiling counted.
The next time I woke, it was only Brax and me. This time, he was facing me, his cheek snuggled against my chest, his breathing not quite even. He was awake.
“Did I wake you up?” I asked.
