In the bedroom, I whipped my shirt off over my head and let it fall where it landed. I arranged James on the mattress, his back propped up with our pillows. “You okay, love?” I whispered. “I will stop this atanysecond if you aren’t comfortable. I promise.”
He clunked our foreheads together. “I trust you.” Those three words sent a flare of heat through me that even his kisses hadn’t been able to equal. I turned to see Trace had copied me and removed his own top. He glanced at me with one hand braced on his flies.
“Trousers off?” He seemed to be checking every step with James too. James grunted a rusty affirmative, then all three of us were suddenly trouserless. Trace’s eyes were hot as they roved over both our bodies.
“On the bed, Marsh,” he commanded me. “Then I’ll decide what to do with you.”
I shuffled backwards, feeling suddenly unanchored without James’ hand in mine. I eyed his bulge instead, which was as substantial as I’d thought it would be. Damn, why was it always the skinny dudes who packed such impressive weapons? I could only hope I’d feel it inside me one day.
“Concentrate, Edwin, I’m right here, in front of you.” Trace’s gentle mocking tone snapped my focus back to him. His smile reached his eyes, wide and unfettered. I grinned up at him, shamelessly thrusting my groin in his direction.
“Oh, I’m here.” I made to slide my shorts off, but his fingers pressed down over mine, hampering my efforts. “No rush, we’ll get there.”
“I was too close back in the kitchen,” I grumbled. “Now, I’m desperate.”
“Good.” He leapt onto the bed and straddled me, then sat back, pinning me by my calves. “Desperate is fun.”
I groaned. “I should probably mention I’m a needy bastard. I don’t do torture well.” Although in truth, I could feel a spurt of precum adding to the already considerable damp spot on my boxers. Perhaps a little edging wasn’t so bad after all.
Trace rose and knocked my legs apart, settling between them, although he kept his weight on his hands as he arranged me to his satisfaction. “Rarely had a vampire to play with before,” he murmured. “You’re about as perfect as a man can be. It’s intoxicating.” He ran one index finger down my torso from neck to navel, detouring to add in a thumb so he could pinch a nipple on the way down. When I shuddered, his grin returned. “You like nipple play?”
“Uh huh.” My nips were hotwired to my cock, so yes, I liked it a lot. James swallowed next to me, and I let my eyes slide sideways. He took his own nipple and pinched it. Then the other, alternating for a while. Both Trace and I paused our action to enjoy the show. My gaze travelled to James’ navy boxers and the twitches and jerks of his cock within the confines of the stretchy cotton.
“And?” Trace enquired finally.
James gulped. “Good.” The tip of his tongue wetted his pink lips. “Never thought about it before.” His face took on the glow I associated with human arousal. I wanted so much more of it. I could sense his unease at being the centre of attention though, so I bucked my hips insolently. “More please. Want to come.”
Trace smiled a maddeningly slow smile. “So do I, but it’s fun watching you squirm.”
Then he yawned. One of those damn-near-dislocate-your-jaw efforts.
James and I both laughed. Trace scowled. “Bloody typical. First time in ages I want to really take my time with someone and my own body’s cockblocking me.” He tweaked my other nipple until I gasped. “Guess this is what I get for messing with the nocturnal set.” He bent and ravaged my mouth until I was a jumble of incoherent nerve endings begging for release. “Sorry, gorgeous, it’s going to be over fast tonight. Apparently, I need my beauty sleep.” One last hard press of his lips to mine. “If you let me, I’ll make it up to you another time.”
With an efficiency I admired, he stripped us of our underwear, leaving me naked and panting. “Lube?” he asked. He had to lean so high over me to grab it from the drawer I could almost have bent over to suck him into my mouth, but I didn’t, because I got the feeling he’d have stopped me, and honestly, I was so anxious to come, I didn’t want any further delays.
His cock was long and lean, like the rest of him, jutting proudly from a neat thatch of light brown hair. I wondered how long it would be before I could persuade him to fill me, fuck me, take me apart with it. Behaving myself, I stuffed a second pillow under my head as he squeezed a handful of lube out, squelched it in his palm, then wrapped it around both our cocks. I hissed as my thighs tensed. “Oh fuuck…”
“All right?” The quirk of his brows told me he knew the answer.
“Hell yeah. Need this. Please…” I begged. I was on a hair trigger and I couldtastemy orgasm from here.
He clenched, then stroked us together from balls to tip. The moan I let out echoed in the bedroom, until a part of me thatwas still conscious of things outside the delicious sensations coursing up my spine realised the echo was James.
I closed my eyes for a second. “Does it look good, James? Do we look hot together?”
“Yeah…” His breathing was choppy, and I could smell his arousal like smoke and perfume in the room. “So fucking hot…”
“You’re gonna come for me,” Trace promised, his soft growl snapping my attention back to him as he stroked us again. Too slow, too fucking slow.
“I am,” I confirmed through gritted teeth, “if you ever get going enough to—OhGod!”
Slick, fast, accurate. His hand around us was a metronome, every stroke just perfectly enough to make me quake. I heard James’ fingers dig into the sheet as Trace took me spiralling, higher and higher and…
“Coming!”I practically shouted as my spine bowed and my orgasm barrelled through me, my cock jerking and pulsing like a wild thing in Trace’s grip. He followed me a moment later, his spunk erupting to fountain over his digits with mine. I couldn’t take my gaze off the fucking beauty of the expression on his face as he unravelled. His eyes flashed with a colour I couldn’t name, but it was so fleeting I wondered later if it had been part of my climax and not real.
His hand relaxed and he glanced down, surveying the mess we’d made. “Better?”
I huffed a laugh. “I’d say so.” My brain was wiped clean of thought.
