“I’m going to come,” I mumbled and shook my head, trying to fight off the tsunami of pleasure I could tell was about to put me under. I wanted it to keep going even though it was all sensation overload.
Jake stopped tugging my dick and focused on bucking his hips, staving off that moment for me, but it was happening already. My balls drew closer to my body and my cockhead thrummed with a breathtaking tingle. Declan hugged me tight and bit my shoulder, and my asshole clenched as his cock swelled against my insides just a bit. Jake cursed.
“Are you coming?” I asked.
Declan nodded against me. It was all so fucking much, and I couldn’t stop the way I tightened around them. Jake let out an animal noise and worked his hips harder. He repositioned himself and fucked deep. I bowed off Declan’s chest and came without warning.
The stabs of pleasure had tears cutting down my cheeks, and Declan wrapped his arms around mine to keep me from clawing at him. My cum arced up and smacked my chin, my chest, and splashed across Declan’s arms as a thrill so good it was almost terrible sizzled along my shaft and pulsed in my cockhead. The waves kept smashing me, though they grew smaller and smaller, but it went on forever. Jake’s hips stuttered and he groaned as he flopped forward onto me. “Goddamn.”
Declan hooked his fingers on my chin and turned my head so he could plant a sloppy kiss on my mouth. “You did a great job, sweetheart. I can’t believe how fucking good that was. You made all three of us feel so….” He grumbled deep in his chest and rocked his hips. I gasped, and Jake whimpered. Jake leaned up to kiss me, and then Declan snagged his lips and they flicked their tongues together. I could watch them do that forever.
It stung when Jake eased out because he hadn’t gone down much and I wasn’t focused on coming now, but with him out, it wasn’t anything for Declan to slide free. Lube caked my ass and cum dribbled from me. I bit my lip. I’d never felt so used in such a good way.
Declan murmured under his breath, and though I couldn’t tell what he was saying, the words had a soothing lilt. He eased me onto the blankets and rolled out of the bed. Jake spent the time while he was gone spreading my legs and carefully massaging my thighs. Declan came back with two warm washcloths. He wiped me down and took his time cleaning away the cum and lube around my tender asshole, then made a pouty face and leaned down to kiss my knee.
“You’re probably going to need a break for a few days,” he said. “Just fuck Jake.”
Jake snickered. “I see how it is.” He didn’t sound put out, though, rather the opposite.
Declan tossed the washcloths and flopped onto the bed with a satisfied chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” Jake asked as he slid up and snuggled against my left side in what I was beginning to think of as his spot. He brought a pillow down and helped me get it under my head because there was no way I could move right now.
“In bed before eleven. Coach can’t even complain.”
As wrung out as my body was at the moment, I worked up a smile for him because he was such a dork and so pleased with himself.
Jake rested his chin on my shoulder, and I turned to meet his gaze. “Hmm?”
He pressed a tender kiss to my temple. “We’re keeping you. No going back now. Sorry.”
Declan kissed my cheek. “What he said. Ope.”
I nodded and had trouble swallowing past a lump in my throat, but I’d never been happier.
18
Logan
My ass twingedas I stifled a yawn and stared very intently at the drink Emmy was making. So far they’d coated a clear round mug the size of a small melon with a swirly layer of decorative caramel sauce. They slapped the squeeze bottle down on the counter and gave me a perky grin that wrinkled their nose just enough to be cute. The front of their pink hair had fought free of the product they’d used to tame the rest and had gotten into their eyes. Emmy blew a breath up to chase the strands out of the way while they worked.
I’d learned the first day I met them that they were nonbinary. I still struggled a little to not say the wrong things when we spoke, but every time I messed up a pronoun and felt like an ass, they just patted my shoulder and smiled. It made me want to do better because Emmy was one of the nicest people I’d met in New Gothenburg, with the exception of Jake and Declan.
I thought about all that—my guys and pronouns, and even wondered how the fuck I could be so tired with the amount of caffeine I’d already ingested today—while I tried to keep track of the way Emmy twisted the dial on the grinder for the espresso beans. I attempted to memorize how many tablespoons it took to load the small black machine with the right amount of beans. They pushed the button on the front and the loud whir of the beans being ground made me wince.
“Then, while this works, grab the booze,” they murmured and lifted an eyebrow, as if the order of doing things for this drink was a secret between us. The alcohol was kept on a rack on the other end of the rear prep counter, away from the frankly overwhelming syrup selection beside the espresso machine, and they came back with a shot already measured in a small glass. They shook it at me.
“What is this drink again?” I asked. There were so many recipes I was having trouble keeping track. They lifted a small spiral-bound book off the counter and slapped it into my hand.
“You must memorize this, friend. It’s going to save you a lot of pain. We’re constructing a ‘saucy caramel macchiato.’Saucy.This is the sauce,” they said with a flirty giggle as they dumped the shot into the bottom of the monstrous mug. “A regular caramel macchiato is made just the same, but without the booze. Be careful when you’re taking orders.” They grimaced and raised their eyebrows. “Trust me, you don’t want to do what I did my first week. I had a Mormon lady in here that I thought was going to rip my head off. Never mind they’re not supposed to drink caffeine, either, but oh no, the alcohol was too much—”
“Macchiato?”
They set down the shot to open the book they’d shoved into my hand, then pointed out the drink on my list. They picked up the shot again while I studied the ingredients, feeling dumb. There wasso muchto remember. “We went over this earlier. The drink names? How many shots in a drink? The bells aren’t ringing together in your pretty head. Long night?” they asked in sympathy, as I fought off the urge to yawn again and half made it. The corner of my mouth cracked open, and I pretended I wasn’t yawning while they guffawed. Their pink hair gleamed like a tropical jewel as the late-afternoon sunshine streaked in the wide front windows. I was so glad; it was getting close to knockoff time and I was very ready.
“Jake and I flew back to New Gothenburg this morning, but we had to be up at barely after four to do it. We wanted to surprise Declan at his game. I don’t know if I’ve ever been up that early. It was dark,” I grumbled. “No one should be awake when it’s dark.”
“Then do not volunteer to open this place.” They smacked my arm. With more finesse than I thought I’d ever accomplish, Emmy moved the fresh grounds over and pulled out a drawer-like spot on the espresso machine where they dumped them, and then they slid the compartment back into the machine. “Did you have fun?”
