After the multiple times they’d done this, he had learned where Chris’s limits were. He would not trespass on any of them, no matter how much he wished to erase all the invisible lines that separated them.
As if he had heard his thoughts and wanted to contradict them, his friend pulled out of her mouth. Usually sky-blue, his irises turned darker as they fixed on Marc’s, dragging him into their depth as the guitarist’s hand slid up on his shoulder. He couldn’t believe this was happening. But then it did. Chris grabbed the back of his neck and yanked him in for a kiss.
Marc stilled. Paralyzed from head to toe. Soft lips were pressed against his. They weren’t moving, but they lingered there for a few seconds.
“Keep fucking her. I wanna watch you both come.”
Fuck me.
If he wasn’t already hard, those words and the way Chris was touching him, using his free hand to stroke Redhead’s clit and deliberately rub his cock as he parted her folds, sent him straight into the stratosphere.
Marc’s grip on her waist tightened and, resuming his tempo, he viciously thrust into her. He had to stop this, talk things through before taking it too far, but his needs were already unleashed. There was no turning back. Not now. Not when Chris’s lips crashed against his once more. This time, though, it wasn’t the chaste, dry touch from before. He wanted everything, and Marc was more than ready to show him the dark side of the moon.
The bassist opened his mouth, allowing Chris to invade him. The moment their tongues touched, the universe reeled. A kiss, rough and sensual. Wet, devious, and so fucking wild. It tasted like mint and tobacco, feeling like home, as if that was where they belonged.
He had fantasized a thousand times about how it would be to kiss this man, but never in his entire life had he imagined it’d be this good.
Between sharp intakes of air and loud wails from the woman he was drilling into the couch, picturing was his friend—sorry, darling—they continued ravishing each other’s mouths.
Chris pulled away, biting and dragging his teeth on Marc’s bottom lip, only to come back for more. His fingers weaved through his hair, fisting it and ripping a grunt out of him when he forced his head to a different angle. It was a fierce battle for dominance, and he couldn’t get enough. The sensations threatening to explode the bassist’s heart took over, and he moved one of his hands from Redhead to the man kneeling beside him. Logic didn’t have space in this room anymore.
Gently brushing Chris’s hip with his fingers, the bassist glided towards his twitching cock. His hand was trembling with excitement and fear, but he was determined. The moment he grabbed his friend’s dick and began pumping up and down, Chris deepened the kiss. Their tongues swirled around each other, and his grip on Marc tightened, pushing him over the edge.
A feathering sensation cradled his heart, feeding his nerves with tingling numbness when he pulled away and gazed into the guitarist’s eyes. The haze of the moment threw him into an endless loop where all he could see was this man and his hips thrusting into his fist.
“Fuuuuck!” Marc released his hold on his friend and Vi as he bent forward, growling. His muscles spasmed, sending electric shocks in every direction.
Shit. The last thing he wanted was to leave anyone halfway to their orgasm because he couldn’t control the rhythm anymore. Luckily for him, just when he’d finished spurting into the condom, the woman beneath him cried, contorting with the pleasure of her climax.
Panting as if he had been running the longest marathon ever, Marc withdrew from her with a hiss and remained in the same kneeling position. He was sated like never before, and scared. Chris had started it, but what if it’d been too much?
What if it’d been the heat of the moment?
No, he seemed fine with it, right? Shit. Fuck… Please, let it be more than a reckless impulse.
Marc’s mind stumbled upon itself. He was afraid to look him in the eye, but their friendship and everything they had built throughout the years were more important to him than his own feelings.
“Fuck, that was so damn hot, guys,” the woman Marc had forgotten about said.
“Yeah. You handled us so well.” Chris lay on his side to be at her level and groped one of her tits while kissing her.
“Thanks.” She giggled. “But I meant you two.”
Marc didn’t know what the hell was happening. He was expecting Chris to freak out or avoid it, pretend like it hadn’t happened, and brush off the issue as fast as possible. But once again, he thought it was better to blow the bassist’s tether.
“I enjoyed it too.” He dragged his look over to Marc.
“Hmm…” she started as she caressed his chest. “We’ve both come already, but you haven’t.”
“Is it now when you let me fuck your ass, then?” Chris teased—she had made it pretty clear that no rear penetration was happening.
She laughed. “You wish. But I was thinking, since I need a little rest, why don’t you two play together?” She flicked a finger between both men.
This is it. Now he refuses to go further and runs for the hills.
“And what is it you’d like us to do?” Chris goaded.
“I want you to suck him,” she instructed the bassist.
