Ash looked over and met my eye. He didn't need to say a word. I knew that look. There was the same devious glint in his eye that I remembered from when we'd been the ones sneaking around these cabins as boys. And maybe it was where we were. Maybe it was that my dick had already gotten hard. It also could've been the streak of white powder on Luke's jaw from the drywall, making it clear that he had no problem with getting dirty.
Either way, I felt a smile claiming my lips at the suggestion in Ash's eyes. "You know he has lube in his toolbox?"
"Shit," Ash said. "I'll lock the door. You get his shirt off, because I really want to see what my boyfriend looks like with my other boyfriend."
"Yup," Luke said, reaching over his neck to pull his shirt off. "Fuck the drywall."
"Best part about dating men," I assured him. "Takes a hell of a lot less to get in the mood." Then I reached down and gave myself a little squeeze, hoping to relieve a bit of this pressure.
Luke's eyes followed my hand. When he licked his lips, I couldn't help but groan.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Itossed my shirt over beside Cy's, dropped the hand saw by the hole we were supposed to be patching, and then crossed the distance to Cy. Seeing him palm his own dick felt a bit like a dare. Knowing Ash was watching made me want to show off a bit. These two men had been taking it easy on me - even if they didn't want to admit it - but I was done with being treated like a timid little virgin.
My hand found the middle of Cy's chest, and I kept moving, pushing him backwards until he reached the wall just beside the front window. A smile flickered across Cy's lips right before his back met the wall, and then my mouth found his. We kissed hard, but the moan came from Ash just beside us.
"I wonder if he has a gag reflex," Ash taunted a moment before his hands found my waist. Then his lips brushed the shell of my ear. "And I would love to see you suck him off. Let him cum in the back of your throat, cowboy, then swallow it all."
"Fuck, Ash," Cy groaned as he pulled his mouth from mine. "When did you get so damned talkative?"
"Luke likes a little taunting," Ash said.
Me? I was busy trying to get Cy's pants open, because I liked this idea. Feeling Ash pressed up against my back and Cy's broad chest before me? Yeah, I had that same rush that I got before a fight. It was the urge to do something bad, do it big, and not second-guess myself. I wanted to let my brain shut off and just do something - and these two men were all but daring me.
So the moment the button released, I yanked at the side of Cy's jeans, forcing the zipper down. His boxers were the loose kind, making it easy for me to slide my hand inside. I wasn't shocked at all to feel the thickness of his shaft, hard and waiting for me. I stroked him once.
"Looks like you're the one against the wall this time, Cy." And then I pushed, lowering his pants even as I dropped to one knee.
"Where's the goddamn toolbox?" Ash begged.
With one hand, Cy was helping me get his pants out of the way. The other gestured in the general direction. "By the hole."
"Fuck!" Ash groaned. "Hole is a bad word."
"Hole is a very good word," I mumbled, running my eyes over Cy's dick.
I hadn't really stopped to look at it before. I'd seen mine a million times, but there were differences. He was thick. The head was flushed a slightly different shade. The lines of veins were completely unique. Even the drop of pre-cum hanging at the tip was just a little different, sliding downwards even as it formed.
So I leaned in and licked it off. I could taste the salt of it, but also him. Women had a certain musk to them, a flavor that was impossible to describe. Men were salty and smooth. Running my tongue up the length of him to torment that sensitive spot just under the head, I couldn't stop thinking about how smooth his skin was here. Stretched, tight, and hard, he felt like silk wrapped around stone, and I wanted to enjoy this.
"You keep looking at my dick like that," Cy warned, "and I might lose it before I get to enjoy this."
"No, you won't," I promised, swirling my tongue around the head the way I liked done to me.
Because maybe I didn't know what I was doing, but I sure as shit knew what I liked. I teased Cy, licking and kissing at him, but refusing to suck until I heard him breathing faster - so not yet. No, he needed to be teased just a bit more. I moved lower, trailing my tongue down the veins until I reached his balls. The skin was soft, tight, and the hair very well-trimmed, I sucked at that area, surprised at how different this was. Damn, I just wanted to play a little, and it seemed like Cy was more than willing to let me.
But when I sucked at one of his balls, Ash returned to crouch behind me. "You are overdressed. Both of you."
I let go of Cy to look back, only to see that Ash was completely naked. His dick was hard and hanging before him. It was also pointed right at my ass. In his left hand was the bottle of lube Darnell had slipped into my toolbox as a joke. Well, now the joke was on him.
"I like the idea of naked," I agreed, leaning back to open my own jeans.
Cy just pushed, shoving his pants to the ground. It was filthy and dusty in here, but that was all. There wasn't any debris left to worry about. There also wasn't any furniture, but I had a feeling we could make do. Trying to strip in this position, however, was more than a little comical. I had to get back up. Cy had to turn so we didn't crack our heads together, and there was nothing sexy or sensual about it. Frantic was probably a better word, because my dick was so hard it was about to explode.
The moment I kicked my clothes to the side, Cy grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back down. "Oh, you are not done yet, Luke. Lick that thing a little more."
"No, suck on it," Ash demanded. "I want to see how much you can take."
