Chapter Twenty-Six
Mars
Rip lifted Clark in the air, then spun him in a circle while Clark laughed. I threw aside my jacket and kicked off my boots as he tossed Clark onto his bed.
My bed? Our bed? It still all felt so new, but I guess we were about to answer one question.
“This old mattress big enough for all three of us?” I asked, jumping in to join them.
Clark crawled onto me and immediately began to plant kisses on my lips, cheeks, and neck. He had that hunger in his eyes that I had only seen a few times, and when he started to writhe and wriggle against me, my breath caught. “Clark,” I groaned. “Fuck, feels so good.”
Rip appeared behind Clark and tugged Clark’s sweater off. I pulled myself up, first planting a fast and wet kiss on Rip’s mouth, then turning my attention to Clark’s nipples, slathering them with saliva and nipping at them with my teeth.
“Oh god,” Clark gasped as Rip’s hands traced lines down his body. “Oh god!”
It had been so much fun to explore Clark’s body on my own and to feel him tremble as he gave away his secrets. But as Rip rubbed his hands all over Clark, I came alive with a different kind of pleasure. It was like I knew what Rip was going to do before he did it, like all those years of hooking up had taught me his instincts and his desires, better than he knew them himself.
And Clark? Clark was a present we got to unwrap together.
Rip’s fingers flicked open Clark’s pants, and I shoved my hand in to cup his cock. He was hard and leaking, with his tip straining against his tight briefs. I tossed my shirt aside, then sat up on my knees and pressed my bare chest against his.
“Clarkle,” I whispered in his ear.
“Happy prom,” Rip growled in the other.
Clark’s face pulled back in a pained, needy expression. He pressed a hand against my cheek, rubbing my stubble as he panted, then stretched his other hand back to feel Rip and caress his broad shoulders. Rip reached around to remove Clark’s glasses, placing them gently aside, and then returned to nibbling the spot where Clark’s jaw met his neck.
“You love each other,” Clark gasped.
I paused, my lips only an inch from his. He said it confidently, not like it was a question at all, but still, I felt like I had to answer. I grabbed his hip, then squeezed. “Yeah, we love each other,” I said.
Clark nodded quickly, and I could feel his hot breath against my lips. “And you both like me,” he said, gasping the words again. “You both care about me?”
“So much,” Rip growled.
“Yeah,” I whispered against his lips. “We’re just getting started with you.”
Clark slammed his lips against mine, and it was like he turned into a beast. His hands were everywhere at once, grabbing at my side and then stroking the length of my cock. He slapped his fingers against my hard nipple, then turned over his shoulder, kissing Rip with just as much ferocious, uninhibited passion.
“Then get started with me,” Clark moaned. “I’m ready.”
Rip wrapped his arm around Clark’s chest, holding him upright and sturdy. “You’re ready?” he asked, rubbing his palm in a circle across Clark’s chest. “You sure about that?”
Clark nodded eagerly. “I thought I was. I was pretty sure already. But then tonight…” His words were getting away, and the look in his eyes was wild. “I want to feel it,” he begged. “I want to feel what you feel.”
My gaze connected with Rip’s. There was a warmth in his eyes, a confidence that I had grown to know well. We didn’t need to say anything. Somehow, we both knew.
Rip trailed his hands down, tracing theVof Clark’s hips, then rubbing up against his hard cock and back to the curves of his cheeks. I nuzzled my face against his crotch, then pulled his pants the rest of the way down, leaving him in his tight red briefs.
“You’ll feel it,” I said. “You’ll feel every second of it.”
Rip spun Clark in his arms, then laid him down across the bed. I crawled forward, taking the opportunity to kiss Rip and run my tongue along his beard.
“Tell us what you want,” Rip said to Clark. “Whatever it is, we’ll give it to you.”
My cock hardened at Rip’s voice. Every time he saidwe, it was like I was hearing it for the first time. We would give Clark what he wanted. We were fucking hot and in love, like some kind of filthy dream.
And Clark? He was about to join us.
