Making love?
Everettfuckedthe men they brought home—he didn’t make love to them. There was a difference, and Caleb knew it well. The only man he’d ever made love to was Everett, and he liked it that way.
But here was Jayne…
Fuck.
Caleb’s heart fluttered. He slid his hand onto Everett’s partially exposed thigh, reveling in the soft touch of his skin and the feeling of his pale blond leg hair.
Maybe one day they could make love to Jayne together.
While Jayne took the sponge from Caleb and started to prime Everett’s lips, Caleb’s hand trailed inward to stroke Everett’s inner thigh. Jayne’s ass was mere inches away, but for now, Caleb focused on his lover. Seeing Everett enjoy the abundance of attention he was receiving was worth it.
“I’m thinking Blushing Rosewood,” Jayne said, selecting the vibrant pink tube of liquid lipstick from the couch to show to Caleb. “Any objections?”
Caleb shook his head, too tongue-tied to trust his voice. The sight of Everett’s pale lips already excited him—imagining them painted made him throb. It wasn’t like him to go crazy over guys wearing makeup, but to Caleb, it wasn’t about the product—it was about the intent behind it. Jayne was the one calling the shots, and with every rock of his hips and stroke of his brush, he made it known.
It wasn’t long before Everett’s lips were painted and Jayne set his brush down. He used the back of the beauty blender to wipe the excess foundation off his hand, then wiggled into a seated position on Everett’s lap, making sure Everett’s cock was tucked along Jayne’s taint.
“So pretty,” Jayne praised. He took Everett’s chin in his hand and turned his face to one side, then the other. Everett, who looked seconds away from shooting his load, followed Jayne’s hand dutifully. “What do you think, Caleb?”
Caleb snapped back into the moment. “What do I think?”
“About Everett.” Jayne kissed Everett’s cheek and began to grind onto his lap. Everett moaned and closed his eyes. His head hung forward. “Doesn’t he look good like this?”
Everett lifted his chin and looked at Caleb. It was a simple gesture—something that Caleb normally wouldn’t have dwelt on—but the look in Everett’s eyes was alien, like the man Caleb knew had taken a back seat to a force greater than himself.
It was release, Caleb realized as he rediscovered the man he loved. Everett, always the voice of reason between them, had let go.
He trusted Jayne enough to let him take control.
“He looks so good,” Caleb whispered, his voice hollow with wonder. “You’ve made him look so good.”
“Then touch him,” Jayne ordered. He pushed one final time onto Everett’s lap, earning a breathy moan for his efforts, then climbed off Everett to give Caleb access to him. “I want to see what it looks like when you’re in bed together—I want to see how you touch each other’s bodies so I know how to do the same.”
Caleb was on Everett in a heartbeat. Following Jayne’s lead, he sank onto his lover’s lap and ran his hands over Everett’s chest, pinching and pulling at his nipples. Everett, in turn, let the air out of his lungs in one mighty breath and squeezed Caleb’s ass, crushing their clothed cocks together.
“Ride him,” Jayne whispered against the back of Caleb’s ear. Caleb shivered and obeyed. “Imagine it’s my ass you’re pushing onto his cock, and show me how I should pleasure him. How should I fuck your boyfriend, Caleb? I want to see.”
Arousal twisted inside of Caleb, increasing the pressure within until breath was hard to come by and every one of his muscles was tense. He rode Everett with fervor, imagining how obscene it would look for Jayne to do the same. He wanted Everett to rut into Jayne and stretch him out with his knot—he wanted Everett to shoot into Jayne’s hot little body until his balls were dry.
“Oh, fuck yes, Caleb,” Jayne praised, slipping in behind Caleb so he could thrust against him from behind. Caleb, barely able to hold on, pressed his forehead against Everett’s and closed his eyes, caught between two hot bodies he wanted everything from. “You fucking filthy boy. You want to see me fuck myself silly on him, don’t you? You want me to milk every inch.”
Caleb couldn’t reply—all he could do was pant and grind, riding Everett’s lap like he never had before. Sometimes, when they were horny and unable to bring anyone home, they frotted like this to get off, alternating who was on top, but it had never felt like this before. A thin sheen of sweat gathered on Caleb’s neck and dampened his brow.
Jayne made it different.
Jayne made itbetter.
“Take off his pants,” Jayne commanded. He set his chin on Caleb’s shoulder and spoke to Everett now. “Strip your lover, Everett. I want him to ride you naked.”
Spots appeared in Caleb’s vision, and he had to suck in a lungful of air to keep from passing out. It shouldn’t have felt so good. Itshouldn’t.But it did, and it did because of Jayne.
Everett almost tore Caleb’s fly open. His gruff fingers hooked into Caleb’s belt loops, and, using them for leverage, he yanked the pants down Caleb’s thighs. Jayne braced Caleb from behind, helping him rise up so that Everett could lower his pants below his knees, and then, before Caleb knew it, his boxer-briefs followed. Jayne pulled his pants and underwear from his legs, and Caleb sank back onto Everett’s thinly clothed cock naked. The cotton of his boxer-briefs might as well not have been there—Everett’s cock was so hard, Caleb felt every inch of it as it slotted against his taint and traveled between his cheeks.
“Does he fuck you when you’re at home alone?” Jayne asked in a whisper as he returned to his position behind Caleb. “Do you sit on his lap like this and let him knot your ass until you’re both boneless?”
“N-No,” Caleb admitted. He wiggled his ass, wedging Everett deeper, as Everett kept thrusting against him. “Never.”
