As soon as Alastair says, “Thank you for dinner,” I push all the dishes out of the way and crawl to him before he has time to get to his feet and escape. His eyes widen as I climb onto his lap.
“Hello you,” I whisper close to his lips.
He smiles faintly. “Hello.”
I trail my hands along his neck and pull him into a kiss. At first, it’s gentle and chaste, but quickly I put my tongue down his throat, eager to show him that his earlier outburst didn’t put me off—quite the contrary.
Behind me, Stellan isn’t making a sound. We kiss for a little longer, and I dare a glance over my shoulder and find him enraptured by us.
Good. See what you’re missing by being too proud.
I straddle Alastair’s lap and thrust my groin against his, tearing a groan from his lips.
“My King…” I whisper reverently.
He watches me with such affection, I cannotnotkiss him again. His large hands slide under my t-shirt, and I quickly pull it off to give him free access to my body. His mouth finds its way to my nipples, and I moan freely. He sucks and bites it, driving me out of my mind.
I dare another glance towards Stellan, whose eyes are glued on us. I know him more than he knows himself, and so I offer him a hand. “Join us, baby. I know you want to. We want you to. Please.”
His last restraint snaps, and he crosses the distance between us in a blink. When he captures my mouth eagerly, he takes my breath away. Then, to my surprise, he leans towards Alastair and kisses him too. I swear I see sparks when they touch. I can feel the Earth’s axis shift as they collide. Fireworks exploding.
Fucking finally!
As they kiss, Stellan finds my hand and squeezes it. Seeking touch was always his way of getting reassurance and comfort. He needs me to anchor him in the present and help him through what’s happening. This attraction between them is new and unexpected, and it scares him. All his past lovers were always more or less like me. Small, pretty, easy. Never before has he been dragged into something as strong as whatever this is. As strong as Alastair.
For us it was different. We met young, and we just clicked like two pieces of a puzzle. There was never a doubt or worry. We just are.
Alastair slides a hand behind my head and pulls me into the kiss. The logistics of three people kissing is a mess, but we don’t care. I’ve never felt as alive as I am right now, with these two men sloppily worshipping me and each other.
Fireworks indeed, I think as my body is set on fire, sandwiched between the two men. Their hands are everywhere. Caressing, nudging, rubbing… Both of them are groaning as they swallow my moans. This is the best day of my life. This isn’t my first threesome, but none of the others were ever so intense—soright.
That’s because you never had lovers you both desired equally, says a little voice in my head.The chemistry is off the charts.
“I need a dick in my mouth, like right now,” I announce, gasping for air.
Alastair chuckles. Then says, “I would love to see you suck Stellan off.”
“Works for me,” I place a hand over Stellan’s chest and push. He resists for a moment, then concedes and falls back on the tarp. I know he’s been painfully erect for an hour now. “Be a good boy and take your pants off.”
He hesitates for a heartbeat too long, and I hook my fingers in his pants before undoing the buttons quickly. He closes his eyes and groans as I finally release his erection—it must be terribly painful. Stellan is quite big, his cock is long and slender, and I used to be envious of what he was packing. But that was before I saw what Alastair was packing.
Right now, I’m just happy to be their lover.
“You have such a pretty cock,” Alastair says, eyes riveted on his erection.
Stellan opens his mouth to argue, so I get to my knees between his legs and lick him from balls to tip. He bucks his hips, words completely fleeing him. I don’t want him in his head tonight. I swirl my tongue over his tip, tasting the pre-cum. He grabs the back of my head as I play with his slit, urging me to swallow more of him. I comply until he hits the back of my throat and I have to fight my gag reflex.
The King looms over us as I suck Stellan off. They kiss some more, and every time they do, I can feel Stellan’s cock jerk in my mouth. He’s so close already.
“You look amazing with your lips around him,” Alastair tells me.
I let Stellan’s cock go with a satisfying pop. “Do you want to taste him?”
Alastair hesitates and looks at the other man for permission. But Stellan is already so close to the edge, all he can do is nod vigorously. Alastair makes a satisfied grunt before falling on him ravenously. I keep my face close, not wanting to miss a thing.
“Fuck,” the King says. “You smell amazing. So fucking aroused and sweet. I can’t get enough…” He swallows him whole and his head bobs, white locks whipping around his shoulders.
Stellan gasps. “Stop… I’m going to…”
