“Gage, I’m going to come!” I cried.
I expected him to stop, since I’d assumed he’d want to be inside of me when I came.
I got the last part right.
He was, in fact, inside of me when I came.
Except it was his amazing tongue that speared my body and began fucking in and out of me. I let out a torturous scream as I came hard. I hadn’t even had a hold of my dick when I started shooting my load.
Gage kept up the brutal assault on my senses long after my body stopped spasming. He gentled the contact, then began licking a path up my body. Over my balls, along the shaft of my cock, up my groin. He lapped up my semen as he went and by the time he reached my mouth, I could see my cum sticking to his chin and lips. I grabbed him and kissed him hard, not caring one whit about where his mouth and tongue had just been. We kissed languidly for a while. I wrapped my legs around Gage’s body and could feel his cock slide over mine. I began to reach between us to finish him off, but he caught my hand. “Nope, I’m saving that for round two.”
“We need to start calling it something else,” I said.
“Encore?” Gage suggested before dropping a kiss to my mouth. “Finale? Inning? Phase?” He punctuated each ridiculous suggestion with a kiss.
“Shut up and fuck me,” I said.
He smiled against my mouth. “Not yet. Wanna play some more. You’re not the only one who needs some recovery time.”
Gage shifted off me enough to see that Everett had indeedcome. He was sagged back against the chair, his cheeks filled with color. Cum glistened all over his chest and stomach.
“Want a taste,” I murmured as my eyes met Everett’s.
“Your wish is my command, baby,” Gage said. Then he was lifting off me. I levered up on my elbows and watched Gage drop to his knees in front of Everett. As he gave Everett the same treatment as me, I let my eyes travel over Everett. He gently carded his fingers through Gage’s hair. The look of contentment was breathtaking, but there was something else there too. I could see in Everett what I suspected was in my eyes.
Gage finished cleaning Everett off and kissed him gently before returning to me. I shifted my position on the bed so that I was lying flat along the length of it rather than across it. It would give Everett a better view for… yes, round two.
I was smiling when Gage climbed onto the bed and lay down on top of me. “What’s the smile for?” he asked.
“Fucking round two,” I said.
Gage laughed and fed me what was left of Everett’s cum on his lips and tongue. Only when I’d had my fill did he follow through on his promise and began playing with me. He tortured me with touches and kisses over every single part of my body. He fingered me, he fucked my mouth, and flung sensual orders at me until I was practically begging him to get inside of me. My nerves started to come back when he began rolling the condom on, but Gage was Gage and he noticed. He set the lube aside and settled on top of me.
“Fucking round two can be whatever you want it to be, Nash,” he said. “I don’t care what we do, as long as we’re doing it together.” He looked pointedly at Everett, who was once again hard and slowly stroking his cock. “The three of us.”
When Everett nodded, Gage returned his attention to me. “Tell me what you want,” Gage said.
“I want Everett to hold me while you fuck me, Gage. I want him to feel what you make me feel, not just see it.”
Everett was up and moving toward us before I even finished speaking. He stripped off the rest of his clothes as he went.
He settled next to me on the bed and slipped his arm under me so that my head was pressed against his shoulder.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“No, baby, thank you,” he returned, then he dropped his mouth to my forehead. He linked the fingers of his free hand with mine while Gage got lubed up, and when Gage began working the cool liquid into my body, Everett pulled my fingers up to his mouth and kissed them. It was when Gage removed his fingers and began putting lube on his condom-covered dick that Everett ended up shifting my entire world on its axis, because out of nowhere, he leaned down and whispered, “I love you, Nash,” right before he kissed me.
I wanted to say it back, I really did. But the old fear mixed with the disbelief I was feeling. It wasn’t possible that someone like him could love someone like me.
“Believe it, it’s true,” Everett murmured. God, had I spoken my fears aloud or had he just figured out from my expression that that’s what I’d been thinking?
I reached over and snagged him by the back of his neck and dragged him to me for another kiss. I poured my heart and soul into that kiss, because that was all I could give him. But I greedily wanted more from him. I wanted something I thought I’d never ask for again.
“Say it again,” I demanded.
“I love you, Nash.”
“Jonathan.”
