Almost naked. Russell’s cock was still torturously straining against his silk panties. It was even hotter with his makeup running and his lips raw and puffy, but there was nothing quite as good as watching Blake drag his thick hands under the fabric, squeezing Russell’s cheeks while the panties made a V up his crack.
Fuck, it was almost enough to distract me from all the rest of it. Like the fact that Blake had actually initiated a conversation about emotions and checked in with me and Russell.
And the reality that we were all playing with fire and making new secrets behind Peyton’s back.
I fell back against the bed, and Blake’s lips crashed onto mine. Russell joined us, and the good feelings all washed over me at the same time. They flooded away the doubts, and I threw myself into something so good, it hurt.
Pure, unthinking, erotic bliss.
Blake and I each guided Russell, turning him so his ass was in the air for us. His muscular thighs pressed together, and when I pushed my hand between his legs to find his balls, he gasped and fell forward against the mattress.
“I’ve never done this before,” Russell said with a shaky voice.
I took Blake’s face and pulled him into a quick kiss. “Neither has our guy here. You’ll both get a first.”
It’s what made me think to suggest it in the first place. That, and how fucking hot Russell’s ass looked in those panties.
Heat surged through my cock, and Blake grabbed me by the base with his rough hand, giving me a squeeze and a stroke before he turned his attention back to Russell. “Here,” I said as I pulled Russell’s panties down just far enough to expose his hole. “Let me show you.”
I dragged my tongue up Russell’s crack and felt his body convulse in response. I knew my beard was rubbing sparks on his tender skin, and I made sure my breath was hot and steady on his rim, too. My own hunger flared as Russell moaned and writhed into me, and a moment later, Blake squeezed beside me and pressed his face close.
I grabbed Russell’s thigh and met Blake for a long, slow kiss. He dragged his tongue across my lips and then on to Russell. We met there, probing him and tasting his musky scent together, and when I pushed my face in close, I felt his tight rim puckering.
“Here,” I gasped, then pushed Blake to Russell’s hot entrance. “Go deep.”
Russell groaned and pushed his ass back. The panties were stretched across the top of his thighs, and Blake grabbed a handful of each full cheek as he ate Russell out. Moaning and groaning, Russell reached back for me, grabbing at my body.
“Come,” he gasped. “Here.”
I crawled up to him on the bed, meeting him with a kiss. His hands grabbed at my cock, and the relief of his grip was like lightning, exploding into my core. I pulled his puffy lip into my mouth and bit on it lightly, and Russell spasmed in my arms, then tugged up on my cock.
He pulled me to his lips, and I quickly found a position holding his shoulders while he dragged his lips up my shaft. His hot breath teased my crown as he kissed up and down my hard length, his eyes watery and needy.
I grunted and fought the urge to plow into him harder. The three of us had made some kind of circuit, and it was fucking erupting with pure electricity. Blake pulled his lips off of Russell’s hole enough to gulp in breath, and when I saw his fist pumping Russell’s cock, I matched the rhythm.
Russell moaned on my cock, then pulled it out with both fists to suck in air. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Oh fuck. So good!”
“Yeah,” Blake grunted, then dragged his tongue up Russell’s crack. “You fucking taste great in these panties.”
Russell moaned again, then pushed the hot seal of his lips down my cock. I grabbed the back of his head and rocked my hips, filling him while Blake penetrated with his thick tongue from behind. As Blake pumped himself and Russell both, I skyrocketed to the tip of my climax and fought like hell to hold on for longer.
“Russell,” I grunted. “Blake.”
The thud of my crown against the back of Russell’s throat built, and when Russell spasmed and yelled with his own orgasm, I finally erupted. Reality splintered into intense, unyielding pleasure, blinding and excruciating and fucking perfect. I tangled my fingers in Russell’s curly hair and thrust hard, filling his pretty mouth with my release, while Blake hollered like he only did when he came, and Russell’s moans turned into needy whimpers.
In a blur of aftershocks and sweat, we tumbled together, rubbing our bodies. It was sticky and hot, and it was like no matter how many times we all pressed our lips together, I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Fuck,” Russell breathed. “I really like rimjobs.”
Blake chuckled. “Yeah. Me fucking too.”
I breathed, finally coming back to reality. Everything was perfect for just a minute. It was the three of us together in one bed, happy and exhausted, and it really felt like it should always be that way.
Then, just as quickly, the doubts started building up again in my head, bubbling beneath the good feelings. This wasn’t my life. I didn’t get to have things that were so stable and good, not for more than a few nights. So after indulging in one more quick kiss, I pulled myself out of the tangled mess the guys made. “Let me grab some waters, a couple towels,” I said.
“Sure,” Russell said, “thanks,” while Blake looked at me approvingly.
Fuck, it hurt so good.
