He’d had threesomes before, but he’d never been so close to another man. And honestly, as much as he loved having sex with more than one person in the room, after a while, it all had stopped being so explosive. With these two, especially with his friend being a part of this, it was so self-consuming, Chris might as well have died and been in heaven right now.
“Two.”
“Going for the third,” the bassist said in a hoarse voice.
He needed to prepare her well if he didn’t want to hurt her. While some men wereshowers, meaning they were as long as they were going to get either soft like a bunny or hard as a rock, others weregrowersand could get two sizes bigger than they looked in a relaxed state. Marc was the second.
Chris still remembered the first time he’d seen him in action. Even he, who was decently well-hung, got a little jealous. It was not fair that this dude was pretty and also packed like a fucking horse. No wonder his past lovers got all clingy and possessive.
“Hmm…” Gen bit her bottom lip.
“Feeling good?” Chris brushed a lock of hair away from her face and kissed her, trapping her pouty mouth with his.
“Too good,” she purred as he eased out of her, only to slide back in ever so gently. “Oh, God…” Gen let her head fall forward. “Do that again.”
The guitarist chuckled and repeated it, actually eager to do a lot more. He was so on the edge, his head was spinning and his skin was aching.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged. “I’m ready.”
“Close your legs a bit, Chris.” Marc nudged his knees together with his and positioned himself behind the blonde, straddling him. “Can you take a deep breath for me, Gen?” he said, rubbing a comforting palm over her back.
She did, stirring in Chris’s arms as Marc drove into her. He went in painfully slow. The guitarist’s nerves snapped, and he swore he’d gone blind for a second as his friend’s cock rubbed against his through the thin wall separating them. It was so intense. The carnal obsession that had been eating at him for weeks broke free, forcing his mind and soul out of his body as the real thrusting began.
Chris could sense his friend forcing himself to go slow. But he knew him inside out and knew he was dying to pound into her as if there was no tomorrow.
“Fuck!” someone howled outside, making the three of them freeze.
“What was that?” Gen asked in a panting whisper.
“Don’t know, and I don’t fucking care,” Chris groaned, squirming beneath these two gorgeous specimens. “Just keep going,” he coaxed, patting Marc’s leg.
His friend stiffened under his touch, clenching his jaw and frowning as his eyes pierced a hole in the back of Gen’s head. He was deliberately avoiding looking at Chris, but he didn’t know why. Though he didn’t seem angry or uncomfortable, more like troubled. Then, without warning, and before Chris could keep analyzing his expression, Marc resumed his movements.
It was overwhelming. Never in his entire life had Chris been this aroused. It was as if his lungs couldn’t get enough oxygen and were saturated at the same time. His blood was boiling in his veins. Heart unbridled. His eyelids fluttered closed as pleasure took over his entire body and curled under his skin.
Lost in this trance of searing heat and illicit sounds, Chris bucked his hips up as much as he could in this position. “Fuck.” His palms slid down from her breasts to her waist, touching all of her until he reached her asscheeks, where his fingers entangled with Marc’s before slithering towards his friend’s ass.
It was nothing like hers. Smaller, tighter, harder. Yet it also felt amazing. So much so, he couldn’t help but squeeze it.
As he raised his head, those enigmatic dark eyes plunged deep into his. The ground beneath them shook like an earthquake, releasing a wave of energy that bashed over his entire body. For a second there, it was just the two of them and their dicks grinding against each other. The dichotomy that divided life and death, good and evil, became a mere pantomime as a universe full of new possibilities swirled in that stunning gaze.
“More,” Gen’s sweet plea broke the spell.
So stupid how that bubble Marc had trapped him in before had made him forget about the person he was actually fucking.
With a grunt, Marc propped on a foot while keeping his other knee down on the couch. He pushed Gen forward, changing the angle to give Chris more room to bend his legs and thrust upward into her.
Her moans got louder, soon turning into high-pitched wails as Marc moved like a piston inside her and against him. Chris covered her mouth with a palm. No one was opposed to the others fucking on the bus. But some people were also sleeping outside and there was no need to wake them up.
Rougher, faster, as much as his hips could, Marc picked up the pace, furiously and mercilessly ravishing her hole just like she’d asked. Perched on her elbows with a light sheen of sweat covering her flushed cheeks, she took it like a pro, letting them use her for their own pleasure as they ripped yet another wave of orgasms out of her.
“Oh God,” she moaned into Chris’s neck. “Yes, yes… yes!”
That was it. Gen stiffened, trembled, and every muscle in her body contracted, bringing both men into the abyss of a climax that tackled them like a fucking tornado, destroying every ounce of self-doubt and any other ugly emotion Chris ever had.
After a few moments with only their harsh panting breaking the silence in the room, Marc pulled out of Gen and dismounted the guitarist’s legs. She followed him, rolling onto her back.
“Fuck, guys… That was amazing.” She shuddered beside Chris.
