My cock pulses as the visual of how hot that's going to be sizzles my brain to pieces. "Okay, then. Let's make it happen."
Wilkin and I help Jett down onto the floor and out of his clothes. Wish I could say it was hot and heavy, or at least romantic, but nope, all I've been focused on is making sure I don't do anything to hurt his leg even more.
With Jett in place, Wilkin quickly strips off, lies down facing him, and they start going for it, making out so passionately I can't tear my eyes away as I rip off all my clothes. There is, however, just one final logistical matter I need to resolve before I ravage them.
"Uh, guys…" They both look up at me, then their eyes travel down to my cock. It's long and veiny and leaking precum like a faucet. "Who do I fuck first?"
"Jett," Wilkin says without blinking.
Jett gasps. "Really?"
"Yes." Wilkin nods. "As long as it eliminates any lingering thoughts about this being a competition. It's not. We're three real people with real feelings. This isn't a game. Reeve isn't a toy. This means something to me."
"Me, too," I chime in since I already know this isn't going to be a one-and-done for me either.
"Me, three," comes from Jett. "And you're right, Wilkin, this isn't a competition. Sorry for making it ever seem that way," he adds, looking up at me.
"You're fine. But…let's shelve this convo for another time?"
"Agreed," Jett says, the smile returning to his face.
He resumes making out with Wilkin, which, for the record, I will never get tired of seeing, and I get into position behind him. I open the bottle of lube I boughtjust in caseand warm him up with my fingers until I think he's ready to take me.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh," he coos as I enter his tight heat.
Wilkin's hands land on his shoulders, and he whispers to him, "You're doing good, Jett. You can take it."
The show of support has an immediate effect on Jett's body, loosening him up and letting me drive down until I'm balls deep in his ass.
"That's so good," he rasps as I begin to rock in and out of him.
Wilkin goes back to kissing him, quietly muttering his encouragement as I pick up the pace. After a few minutes of pounding him down, I switch, making my way over to Wilkin.
"No fingers," he says, clutching my wrist as I open the lube. "Just the real thing."
"Really?" I ask.
He nods, the fire in his eyes telling me he means it.
"He's big," Jett says, a hint of worry in his voice.
Wilkin breaks out into a huge grin. "You guys, relax. You're freaking me out. I can handle it. I'm a powerbottom, remember?"
Despite his assurance, I take it slowly, dousing my cock in more lube than usual and inching into him inch by careful inch. He's tighter than Jett, which is to be expected since I didn't have the chance to warm him up. His breathing deepens, and he lets out an almighty roar as I bottom out.
"Feels amazing, doesn't it?" Jett asks, his hands now nestled on Wilkin's shoulders.
"So fucking good," Wilkin cries.
"Sure you're okay?" I ask, worried it might be too much for him.
"Just give me a sec…" He inhales and exhales loudly a few times, then he kisses Jett on the cheek and glances over his shoulder. "Give it to me."
His words are my command. My hips come to life as I thrash into him, my cock stretching his inner walls. Jett grabs the sides of his face as they make out. I am officially in heaven, swapping between them whenever I sense one's had enough and could use a break.
"Getting close," I mutter once I'm back to fucking Wilkin for the fourth, or is it the fifth, time?
"I have an idea," he says.
