He doesn’t answer, just hesitates for a minute. “Come prep me, Malcolm. Be a good boy,” Jefferson tells him, slightly less dominant than he was before.
Malcolm moves into place behind Jefferson, placing his hand on his ass as he spits into the crack. My mouth drops when any hesitation he had before disappears as he lowers his face and I hear Jefferson moan loudly.
Stepping over to the nightstand, I pull out lube and two condoms, then climb on the bed behind Malcolm.
“Is he ready for you?” I whisper into his ear.
“I think so,” Malcolm mumbles. “Maybe I should stretch him a little more since he never bottoms.” I watch as he slips another finger into his hole and begins to move them, stretching him.
“Pleeeaassee, I’m ready to be filled with your cock.” Jefferson whines, and it sends electricity coursing through me at how he’s taking his punishment so well.
Using my teeth I rip one of the foil packets open as I reach around Malcolm, gripping his cock in one hand as I carefully roll the condom down his dick, making sure it’s in place. Then, I open the tube of lube and squeeze it along Jefferson’s crack.
“Rub it in and slip your dick inside. Fast and hard. I want Jefferson to scream your name.”
Malcolm complies, lining the head at his Jefferson’s opening and thrusts inside of him.
“Fuuuccckkk,” Jefferson cries, his fingers gripping the sheet.
“Good boy,” I praise him. “Now it’s time for me to enter you. Then we’re going to fuck in sync.”
I press Malcolm’s body forward, putting his ass on display, enjoying the view as I roll on my condom. Taking the lube, I squeeze a generous amount into my hand before spreading it around Malcolm’s opening. My fingertip pushing inside, as he groans beneath my touch.
I don’t give him a warning, pulling my hand away I grip my cock, placing the tip at his hole and push myself inside of him in one swift movement. He groans, as does Jefferson, my movement causing a ripple effect that makes its way to him.
“Okay, I want you to start fucking him, and then I’m going to join in.”
Our bodies begin to move. Malcolm thrusts into Jefferson as I do him. It’s as if we were one unit performing the sweetest of acts. Sweat beads across our bodies, the heady smell of sex filling the room.
A groan slips from one of them, low and raw, immediately followed by another. And then a gasp. I can’t blame them; my body is on overload, and I know I won’t last much longer. Wecontinue to move, moans growing louder as our breaths become more ragged.
“I’m going to come,” Malcolm whines.
“Me too,” Jefferson says breathlessly.
My pumps quicken until all three of us reach the edge, not separately, but together. Our bodies tense, trembling, as each of us are caught in the same crashing wave. It isn’t just pleasure, it’s a surrendering of our souls to each other. A commitment. For the trust we’re building between us, and the future that we want.
We stay linked together, our bodies slumped on top of each other as we catch our breath. Needing a few moments to regain our senses. Only then do we slowly pull apart and I take the condoms and dispose of them.
Chapter 34
Jefferson
Allowingmyselftonotbe in control wasn’t something I ever expected to happen. But when Bradley asked me to, I couldn't deny him. He deserved it, especially after the way I went behind his back to get the information I needed.
Lying in bed, with Malcolm and him on either side of me is pure bliss. I never envisioned a future with two men being the loves of my life, but I’m so happy it found me. No matter how mad I was at Malcolm at the time for his insecurities, I’m glad he had them. If he didn’t, Bradley would never be in our lives. Clearly the fates were working hard to make this happen.
Bradley and Malcolm are both lazily dragging their fingers across my chest, drawing tiny designs into my flesh as they pepper kisses on my skin.
We haven’t spoken in a while. We’ve just laid here, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. Malcolm lifts his leg, weaving it through mine as he rubs his toes along Bradley’s calf.
I clear my throat, my chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. “Is it weird that I’m starving right now?”
“Well, we never made it to dinner.” Malcolm chuckles.
Bradley laughs, as he raises up on one arm. “Not weird at all. I was just debating sneaking out to the kitchen to find snacks. I’m not even sure if I have anything since I haven’t been to the grocery store.”
“It’s not too late. We could get dressed and go somewhere,” Malcolm adds, lifting his head so he can look up at me.
