I felt a surge of desire.The things Maddox would do to Malcolm…
I pulled my shirt off, then fell backward against the mattress, leaning up on one elbow when I landed. I motioned for the guys to join me, and Malcolm looked up at Maddox, as though seeking permission. Maddox nodded, then patted Malcolm lightly on his ass. When Malcolm came to the bed, though, Maddox still stood above us.
“What?” I asked, flicking open my jeans and staring up at him. “Are you just going to hover above us like last time?”
Maddox flashed me a half-grin, that wolfish look back in his eyes. “I’ll do whatever I damn well please,” he said.
Sounds good to me.
I flung myself on top of Malcolm, wrestling with him playfully until I had him on his back. Drawing my hand up between his legs, I found his cock, stiff and ready. “Whatever you damn well please,” I teased back. “Maybe I can give you some ideas.”
Maddox kept watching over us as I started to grind my hard cock between Malcolm’s legs, pulling him into my tempo and making his lips quiver. I felt the hot friction of our shafts, stiff and constrained by our clothing, and heard Maddox breathing heavily from the other side of the room.
Damn did it ever feel good to claim Malcolm in front of Maddox.
I arched my back, then grabbed Malcolm’s shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Malcolm set his glasses on the windowsill behind him, and when I dove back down, I planted a series of soft, teasing kisses along his hips, closer and closer to his cock.
“Maddox,” Malcolm whimpered, barely getting his voice out. “What does Maddox want?”
I turned and saw Maddox, still stroking the hard bulge in his pants. “Hey big man,” I teased. “You want to tell me and my boy what to do?”
Maddox stepped forward, then squatted down so that he was at our level. “You want to get fucked again, Malcolm?” he asked.
Malcolm nodded quickly. “Yes,” he panted.
Maddox placed his hand on my cheek, drawing his thumb over my jawline and then across my lips. “Fuck him the way you like to be fucked,” he said. “Show me.”
I swallowed hard. “I’ve never been fucked,” I said. “I’ve only ever been a top.”
Maddox seemed surprised by the answer. “Do you want to?” he asked.
The question threw me. All I’d been thinking about was Malcolm’s tight hole and the way his muscles tugged on my cock when I entered him. I nodded slowly, thinking about the question. “I just haven’t had the right chance, I guess,” I answered.
Maddox pulled his hand away, then leaned forward, kissing me once on the cheek. The stubble of his beard was prickly, but his lips were soft. “The best way to learn how to fuck someone is to get fucked yourself.”
The pulsing pleasure building at the base of my cock grew, warming the inside of me. I turned, lying down beside Malcolm, and he draped his arm over my chest. “Are you offering to fuck me?” I asked Maddox, the words coming out like a whisper.
“Only if that’s what you want.”
When I was younger, I used to think about getting fucked all the time. It used to be my number one fantasy. Once I started hooking up with guys, though, most of them were into my cocky, dominant energy.
But with Maddox, it felt different. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to accept his power and his strength, and even more than that, I wanted him to be my first time.
He would make it good. I knew he would.
I nodded. “Yes,” I said. “Please.”
With one swift motion, Maddox grabbed my shoulder and flipped me onto my stomach, placing me gently onto the mattress. His hands found my pants, and as Malcolm leaned down to pull me into a kiss, Maddox undressed me, stripping away my clothes.
Maddox’s hand landed between my legs, and he massaged his fingers up toward my balls. “The most important part is to listen to the other person,” he said. “You tell me what you like, and you tell what you don’t like. It’s my job to hear you.”
He pressed a little harder behind my balls, and I let out a deep, surprised moan. “That feels good,” I said.
He kept his hand there, rubbing slow circles as he kicked off his clothes. Malcolm kept giving me gentle, sweet kisses, and I reached my hands out, unfastening his pants.
Maddox pushed his face against my backside, and I felt his stubble prickling my skin. I felt so exposed to have my ass in the air and to have him so intimately close with my hole. Every time his callused fingers rubbed along my cock, though, I remembered that it was Maddox behind me.
I remembered that he was looking out for me, and I gave a little more of myself to him.
