“Now,” Brick barked, his voice hot in my ear while he rode me. “Now!”
All at once, I felt the hot, sticky release of Brick’s load inside of me and the orgasm that rocketed through my body. Both of our muscles tensed, our bodies entwined even closer, and Brick bit down on my shoulder with a growl that made me explode all over again. When we collapsed against the bed together, he was still buried deep inside of me, and I finally managed to pull him close for a kiss.
I was soaked with semen and sweat, but almost immediately, I turned back to Irving. His cock was hard again and his eyes needy as he watched us from across the room.
“Irving,” I said, and Brick nodded, grabbing the rope around my wrists. He pulled me to my shaky knees, then brought me back over to him. Our wrists still bound, we fell against each other, and our lips met in a delicate, long kiss.
“Ezra,” he said, whispering in my ear. “I love you, too.”
I startled, my hands finding his hands. I hadn’t been expecting to say that to him earlier in the day. It hadn’t been something I had been planning for or trying to find the courage to do. It just came out my mouth the second I thought it because why would you keep a thought like that buried inside?
But now that I heard him say it, too? It was like a whole new world appeared in front of my face.
I nuzzled up against his neck. “I’m glad,” I said.
“Me too,” he answered.
We both turned at once, glancing up to Brick. Standing beside us, his half-hard cock tumbled down his thigh, and the sweat beaded on his hairy chest. It felt oddly right to be saying those words to each other with him standing there, almost like his approval made our love for each other stronger. In a dazed moment, I almost opened my mouth, repeating the words to him, but he interrupted me by clearing his throat first.
He stepped closer to us, running a hand up each of our asses. I trembled from the touch, then took a deep breath, wanting to hold the scent of each of them in my nose at once.
“Amazing,” Irving whispered. “I loved watching you two.”
“Sexy,” I whispered back, agreeing.
Brick kept stroking our backsides, his chest steadily rising and falling. “I’m glad to hear you say that,” he told us. His hot breath landed on my chest, then my neck, his hands lingering over my skin and groping at Irving’s ass. “Because I think I’m just getting started.”
Irving gasped again, then buried his face in my chest. “Thank god,” he groaned.
“What’s that?” Brick asked, pulling his face back up by the chin.
Irving’s brow was set, sweat dripping down his face. “I said thank god,” he repeated, breathing each word. “Because me and my boyfriend, we’re hungry.”
