He ground down on my softening dick as Aspen stood and stripped off his clothes, starting by tossing his Mets cap toward my dresser. I couldn’t tell if he hit where he’d been aiming or not, but I was too busy watching his muscled chest come into view to care, and so was Vail. When Aspen was naked, he tapped my shoulder.
“Slide over.”
With a quick fumble of the comforter so I could grab the insulin pump, I moved like he’d asked, and Vail went up on his knees and slid over to Aspen’s lap. I watched, transfixed, as Aspen spread Vail’s hole wide with his thick, veiny dick when Vail sank down onto him until his pretty asscheeks squished against Aspen’s groin.
Vail clasped my hand and started with the same sinuous wriggle of his hips he’d used on me, as if he’d taken belly dancing lessons he hadn’t bothered to tell the rest of us about. Aspen palmed Vail’s ass and nodded each time Vail sank down onto his shaft. Vail squeezed my hand tight and started bouncing faster, mouth screwing up until he almost looked pained—he was getting close. He began to stroke his dick and a pink blush spread from his chest up his neck to his cheeks.
Aspen turned toward me and our gazes clashed. He glanced at my mouth, and I leaned forward. Somehow he was in charge of our kiss and I was mostly along for the ride. Vail moved my hand to his dick, and I took over stroking him as he focused on fucking himself on Aspen. I slid my thumb through the slickness on his cockhead, and he grunted, so I did it again. Vail coming was always special, and I loved it when his mouth fell open and his head dropped back, exposing the long, creamy column of his neck. He splashed cum on Aspen’s stomach and froze while I continued to jerk him off, and then his firm dick gave one final twitch in my hand and he was done. A huge, silly grin took over his face.
Aspen hummed. “I’m not finished.” He glanced at me from the corner of his eye and my body rushed with a wild electricity.
“That’s too bad. If only you knew someone else who would let you fuck them. Maybe Cillian’s free,” I snarked.
Vail giggled—like he was a teenager—and fell right off Aspen onto his other side, nearly toppling to the floor. Aspen cursed softly and grabbed him to keep him from going over, and Vail only clung and kept going until he hiccupped.
Aspen shook his head but smiled. “That man is damned sensitive about the topic of his asshole. I’d keep it behind closed doors.”
Nodding, I sat up and got to my knees. I stretched, testing my limits, and climbed over into the same position Vail had been in, with Aspen’s warm, solid body under mine. I let out a long breath. Usually if he fucked me, he was bending me up and hammering me. I couldn’t remember if I’d ever been on top like this.
“What the hell?” I asked when he sat up and leaned his shoulders against the headboard. His chest pressed against mine as he settled his hands on my hips, and I sucked in a deep breath when his dick brushed my ass.
“Oh,” Vail said, and Aspen grunted.
I glanced back to see Vail with the lube bottle, stroking Aspen’s dick to make it shiny, and I let out a shaky breath when he squirted more onto his fingers. I closed my eyes as he explored my crack, then moaned as he found my hole. Vail was always careful, and he gently stretched me.
“Why did you sit u-up?” I asked as Vail swirled his finger over my prostate and sent a pleasant pulse through my dick, which was plump again and feeling really good.
“I can help easier this way.”
“I don’t want you to have to help,” I whispered. Mortification complete, I hid my face against his shoulder.
“Too bad,” he said, shrugging. Aspen forced me down, and I struggled as my heart raced because I knew he was bigger than Vail’s fingers—and dick. Every single time Aspen fucked me there was a brief moment where I was sure he wouldn’t fit. Vail must’ve been holding Aspen’s dick because he was aimed exactly right, and then both of Aspen’s hands were on my sides. I gasped when he slid one hand up to wrap my hair around his fist. I settled onto his dick and my insides throbbed with the stretch. He ate my lips like they were his favorite candy. Aspen held me strung out between his hand on my side and the one in my hair. I felt trapped and it was amazing, and then he moved me up just a bit.
“Can you stay there?”
“Yeah, wh—oh,” I said and closed my eyes.
Aspen fucked up into me and slid across my prostate on each stroke. I moaned and focused on kissing him. I wasn’t sure how much time passed, but that intense sensation that always came from a p-orgasm began to build in my ass and shoot pleasure through my dick. I moaned against Aspen’s mouth, and he fucked me faster, slamming every good spot in my ass on each stroke.
“Yeah, do it,” he said to Vail. “I’m about to fill him up.”
My mind was sluggish with all the pleasure floating through it. Aspen let go of my hair to put both hands on my hips and jackhammer me with his thick dick. Warm, wet heat closed around my cockhead, and I glanced down to see the back of Vail’s head. I had no idea what to do because I wasn’t really moving, and while that was normal when Aspen was on top of me, there were too many things I wanted to do. I panicked and froze.
But it didn’t matter.
My guys took care of me.
Vail sucked me down until I was in the bliss of his throat, and Aspen smashed the button in my ass just right. I had a split second to feel embarrassed about the whiney sound I was making, but then it all felt too good. I pumped cum into Vail and clung to Aspen, leaning against his chest, and then he forced me down on his dick and I felt him throbbing inside me.
When it was all over, he helped me arrange myself on his right side, while Vail snuggled up on his left. I was fucked out, satisfied, and tired for real. We all smelled like musk and sex, and it was wonderful. A peaceful moment settled over us. Even Vail didn’t seem to have much to say.
I ruined it.
“Sorry about earlier,” I whispered.
Aspen turned to glance down into my face and shrugged. Vail reached up and tapped Aspen’s cheeks, and I realized he was chasing freckles.
“I fucked up.”
