It was too much. Caleb shivered, then threw his head back and let out a breath that should have been a moan. With Jayne and the kids in the house, they had to be quiet. It was the most exquisite torture Caleb had ever experienced.
Everett shifted his weight. The sound of a zipper coming undone joined Caleb’s muted gasps and pants. Suddenly, Caleb’s dick wasn’t the only thing Everett clutched in his hand—Everett had let go of Caleb’s hair and freed his own cock from his pants. Until it was pressed against Caleb’s, Caleb hadn’t noticed.
“Do you feel how hard you make me?” Everett’s hot, whispered words caressed Caleb’s jawline. His lips brushed Caleb’s dark stubble. Everywhere Everett touched lit up like the night sky on the Fourth of July, firing Caleb up and making his dick long to shoot with each new explosion. “Do you feel the things you do to me?”
“Yes.” Caleb squeezed Everett’s ass, and in turn, Everett tightened his hand around both of their cocks and started to pump again. The sensation of his hot, silky skin against Caleb’s was ecstasy, and to hold back from coming, Caleb dipped his head forward until his forehead was pressed against Everett’s, their noses touching at their tips. “Fuck…fuck!”
“Knot my fucking fist.” Everett spoke so softly, Caleb wouldn’t have heard him if he hadn’t already been holding on to his every word. “Knot it, Caleb. Come for me.”
There wasn’t a universe in which Caleb could resist. Muffling his cry on Everett’s shoulder, he came, his knot forcing Everett’s hand open as he did. Everett caught his cum with his free hand and painted a solitary stripe down Caleb’s lips which he promptly kissed away. When the kiss ended, he lifted his palm to his mouth, glanced seductively at Caleb, and lapped at what was left of Caleb’s spend with the tip of his tongue.
Exhausted, but turned on by Everett’s display, Caleb moved his hips to rub his knot along Everett’s cock. Everett shivered, then started to grind, encouraging the way their cocks caressed each other.
“Look at us,” Caleb murmured, feeling his balls start to pull taut again. “Look at how filthy we are, baby… not even our cocks can get enough of each other. I’m so addicted to you.”
Everett’s eyelids started to droop, his hips working at a frantic rate.
“You want to come all over me, don’t you?” Caleb teased. He watched as his knot slid along the base of Everett’s shaft. From the look on Everett’s face, it wouldn’t be long before he made Everett shoot. “Want to pop your knot against mine, shoot until you can’t anymore.” The more he spoke, the more breathless he became. “Do it. Fucking do it. Wanna see you let it all go.”
Lost to lust, Everett turned his head to the side and captured Caleb’s lips in a fierce kiss. Their bodies moved of their own accord, chasing pleasure wherever they found it. After a short while, Everett wrapped his hand back around their shafts and began pumping in earnest, impeded only by the girth of Caleb’s knot.
It wasn’t long before Everett’s shaft twitched. He pulled back from their kiss to moan, the sound small and greedy, so unlike him, and yet scorching hot. As Everett’s knot popped, Caleb came a second time, then dragged Everett with him onto the bed as he struggled to recover from his second orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, was that hot.” Caleb ran his finger through the wet spot on his shirt, then held his finger to Everett’s lips. Everett, whose cheeks were pink as he gasped for breath, parted his lips and sucked obediently. “You spoil me, baby. What did I do to deserve this?”
Everett ran his tongue over Caleb’s fingertip, then released the digit with a wet pop. “The way you treated Jayne was just… god. I don’t think I’ve ever loved you so much. That big heart of yours is the sexiest damn thing.”
Caleb raised an eyebrow. “Well, if that’s all it takes to get you going…”
“It’s…” Everett shook his head, frustrated, and Caleb dropped his comedy act. The point Everett was trying to make was serious, and Caleb needed to respect it. “I don’t know. If I’m being honest, it’s not just that. Seeing the two of you together in the kitchen was just…” Everett sagged onto the mattress and rested his head on Caleb’s shoulder. “There’s something special about him. I don’t know how else to describe it than that. No one we’ve ever brought home has made me think things like that.”
Caleb’s heart skipped a nervous beat, both excited for what Everett had to say, and fearing it. “Things like what?”
“That we could make this work,” Everett said in a soft voice. “That I’d be fine with sharing you not just for a weekend, but forever.”
It was what Caleb had wanted to hear, but it scared him all the same. The relationship he had with Everett worked—they understood each other’s limits and loved each other despite their differences. They’d found a way to make their love work even when they’d discovered they weren’t entirely sexually compatible. Bringing someone else as a permanent fixture would mean that together or apart, they’d always be satisfied, but there was risk in it. How would a permanent third change their dynamic? What if things didn’t work out? Great reward was only attained through great risk, but with Everett at stake, was it worth it?
It didn’t take Caleb more than a second to decide that it was.
Everett had only been his lover for a little more than two years, but they’d been friends since they were in diapers. If there was a man Caleb trusted more than Everett, he hadn’t met him yet. Just like Caleb would talk to Everett if something was upsetting him, Everett would talk to Caleb if something was seriously bothering him. No matter the issue, they would talk it through. They’d done it before, after all—found a way to work around their differences so they could stay together.
Would it take work? Yes. But what relationship didn’t?
Caleb’s heart wanted this, and it thrilled him that Everett’s did, too.
It would mean goodbye to their wild weekends at the club, to shenanigans on the streets and nameless adventures between the sheets, but it wasn’t the tearful goodbye Caleb had always thought it would be.
Hewantedthis.
Before he said yes, he needed to make sure that Everett truly felt the same way. “What makes you think that he’s the one for us?”
“The way you look at him,” Everett elaborated. “The way you touch him. The way you joke with him. I mean, we always have a good time with our conquests, but the way you engage him, and the way he talks back to you.” Everett pushed out a noisy breath through his nose. “I’ll admit that I’m not being entirely selfless. When we ran into each other at Alex’s place, the way he was looking at me made me want to lay claim on him right there, but… but it’s more than that, too. How independent he is, how sure of himself, how hegetsus. No one’s ever gotten us before.”
“No one’s been crazy enough to,” Caleb replied, smirking.
Everett thwacked him in the chest.
Caleb shrugged. “Just saying. Doesn’t mean I don’t agree. Uh…” He frowned. “That’s right, isn’t it? The double negative thing? I’m not putting my foot in my mouth, am I? Doesn’t, don’t… I mean I agree with you.”
