“I think so, too.” Jayne followed the line of Caleb’s stubble-darkened jaw, then ran his fingers through his hair. “All I’d wish is that he’d let me see him come.” There was an open-ended quality to Jayne’s voice that suggested there were words left unspoken. Before Everett could figure them out, Jayne looked over his shoulder, directing his attention at Everett. “I’ve been bouncing on his dick all this time, yet nothing. I’m starting to think that he might need some help.”
A string of meaningless sounds emerged from around the tie. All that translated was the emotion behind them—need, anticipation, and pleasure. Caleb had been driven mad with desire, and Jayne showed no signs of letting up.
“I think that’s a yes from Caleb.” Jayne threw his head back and sucked in a breath, then rode Caleb hard for half a minute before slowing down again. Sweat glimmered on Jayne’s chest, and he turned his head to look at Everett with bedroom eyes. “What about you? Do you want to help me?”
“Yes.” Everett didn’t need to think about it. Whatever Jayne wanted, he was ready to provide. “Anything.”
“Then take me.” Jayne sucked in a breath and pushed down on Caleb’s cock, taking him as deeply as he could. Everett’s heart sped up, and he stared at Jayne, certain that he had to have misunderstood.
Jayne couldn’t want something like that, could he?
A tiny, greedy voice in Everett’s head hoped against hope that he did.
When Jayne spoke again, clarifying what he meant, that voice got its wish.
“Push your way inside and stretch me out on both your cocks,” Jayne said. “Fuck me hard, then knot me while he’s still inside.”
42
Caleb
The back of Everett’s tie was lined with smooth woolen textile that was soft against Caleb’s tongue, but thick when trapped between his teeth. On nights where passion consumed them both, Caleb remembered having wrapped his hand around its silk shell to tug until Everett had nowhere to go but into his arms. The look in Everett’s eyes when he did it stuck in Caleb’s memory. Wide-eyed shock, vibrant vulnerability, and excitement over the unknown.
Tonight, Caleb understood what Everett had felt better than ever. Under Jayne’s hand, Caleb was able to let go.
Jayne straightened his torso, aligning his spine as Everett gripped his hips from behind. From Caleb’s position on the bed, he saw it all, and yet didn’t see enough—Jayne’s thighs, narrow, but corded with muscle, tensing and relaxing as he rode Caleb toward orgasm; the understated line dissecting his abdominal muscles, running from his navel to his chest; his erect, pink nipples; and the dark look in his hazel eyes when he dropped his chin as he sank down Caleb’s shaft, so lost in pleasure that he was made senseless by it. All of it was beautiful, but none of it could compare to the wicked things Caleb imagined were happening to Jayne from behind. Cheeks spread by Caleb’s cock, slick coating the inside of his thighs, the dip of his spine a line that drew the eye down from Jayne’s slender shoulders to the plump ass Caleb filled… he had to look obscene. With Everett behind him, his stiff cock poised at Jayne’s stuffed hole, the image became all the more debauched.
The bed shifted. Everett’s knees brushed the outside of Caleb’s thighs, his skin hot to the touch. Like thermosensitive paper, the places their bodies met were changed by their contact. Excitement, dark and indulgent, ripped through Caleb’s groin, and he sucked in a breath around the gag and pushed into Jayne. Jayne, in turn, gasped and tightened around Caleb’s shaft.
Caleb almost came.
Not yet,pleaded the part of him not yet lost to selfish want.Hold on. Wait. If you do, it’ll be worth it—I promise.
“Yes,” Jayne uttered, dropping his head so his chin met his chest. “Oh,yes!”
At first, Caleb thought Jayne had somehow heard his inner monologue, but he realized the truth soon enough—there was pressure on his cock and the sensation of a slick, sheathed dick against his own. Then, as Jayne clamped his own hands over his mouth to muffle what would have been a window-rattling cry, the pressure grew exponentially, and Everett slid home inside Jayne’s body, joining Caleb.
“Fuck,” Everett panted. His fingers dug into Jayne’s hips, holding him in place as his cock slid deeper. “Fuck!”
Caleb closed his eyes and strained against his gag, but Jayne had tied it tight, and no matter how he pushed it with his tongue, it wouldn’t move. The moans that broke in his throat and came out in pieces around his silk and wool muffler weren’t good enough to relieve the blissful pressure building within—a scream gained force inside of him, gorging on his pleasure. Then Everett pushed deeper, and Caleb knew it wouldn’t be long before even a scream wouldn’t be enough.
“So tight,” Everett panted. His cock rubbed over Caleb’s, Jayne’s slick causing their condom-wrapped shafts to slide even more, building delicious friction. It made Caleb want to flip both of them over and fuck Jayne into the mattress, but there was nothing he could do. Gagged, Jayne had taken his voice. Pinned, Jayne had taken his mobility. All that was left was to endure and pray that he could hold on for however long Jayne wanted—however long it would take Everett to come.
“Fuck me,” Jayne begged. He folded onto Caleb’s chest as Everett rammed into him from behind. “Harder.”
A spasm gripped Jayne, and he tightened and pulsed around Caleb and Everett, riding it out. A stripe of wet warmth streaked Caleb’s stomach. Cum. It had to be. Another spurt joined the first, increasing the spill collecting near Caleb’s navel. Then another. Jayne’s passage throbbed in time with each release until there was nothing left to shoot, but even then, his hole squeezed, milked, and coaxed the cocks inside it, begging them to come.
“Not yet,” Jayne whispered breathlessly. He slid a hand through Caleb’s hair and placed a hot kiss on his jaw. “I feel you twitching. Fuck, I feel it. You need to wait, baby. You need to wait for Everett to come first. Do you feel him moving against you? Do you feel how hard he’s fucking me? How deep he’s going?”
Caleb did. He felt it all. With every frantic thrust, Everett’s shaft ran along Caleb’s length, working Jayne’s abundant slick between them. That thought alone pulled Caleb’s balls taut, and made his dick swell and stiffen in anticipation of an orgasm he barely managed to hold off.
“Not yet.” Jayne pressed kiss after desperate kiss to Caleb’s cheek, from time to time nuzzling the gag. “Not yet, baby. Soon. Soon, I promise.”
Everett’s breath hitched, and with a final thrust, he bottomed out inside of Jayne. A groan pushed itself through his teeth, and no more than a heartbeat later, his knot swelled, simultaneously stretching Jayne and locking both himself and Caleb inside of him.
“Come,” Jayne begged. His lips brushed Caleb’s cheek. “Come, baby. He showed you how. Want you both to fill me with your knots. Want you so bad.”
The scream building inside burst, and Caleb choked it out around the gag as he came, knotting Jayne’s ass.
