Wordlessly, he brings what's in his mind to life, resulting in a sixty-nine of sorts with me facing away from them. I've got one hand on each of their cocks, and they in turn have access to my cock. Given the limitations with Jett's leg, it's probably the only position that works to get us all off.
Wilkin erupts first, catching me by surprise with how loud he is as his cock spasms in my fist. Jett pushes me over the edge,and I blow my load, silently thinking the only thing that would make this better was if I was actually facing them. I make sure to make that happen in time for Jett's orgasm, which surges through him. He lets fly with a string of expletives, which I first attribute to him just being Jett, but I soon realize he twisted his leg as he came and is actually in pain.
With no time to clean up, much less get dressed, Wilkin and I band together to get Jett back onto the couch with his leg propped on the coffee table. Once he's settled, the moment is well and truly over, but still, I have to say what I feel.
"That was incredible," I say, shifting my gaze between them. "Something I will never forget."
"Same here," Wilkin says, striding over and planting a kiss on my lips.
"Same here," Jett says. "Although possibly for different reasons."
I chuckle softly. "Are you sure you're okay? Can we get you anything else?"
"No." Jett shakes his head. "Just the two of you. Here. Now," he says, patting the sofa on either side of him.
We sit down carefully next to him, and a peaceful silence descends over the cabin. Incredible really doesn't do justice to what that was. My mind can't even begin to comprehend it, but my heart?
My heart is thumping hard in my chest, telling me this is something too damn good to let go of.
19
Jett
I awake with a jolt, my mind half trapped in a dream where I'm running away from a bunch of zombies who are terrorizing downtown LA, which explains the throbbing pain engulfing my knee.
Except I'm not in downtown LA, and the pain in my knee is because I fell yesterday and is unrelated to zombies in any way.
Reeve and Wilkin are both fast asleep, and the only light inside the cabin is coming from a small lamp by the door, which Reeve told us is for if we need to use the toilet during the night.
I pull down my sheet and take in my knee. The pain feels like it's coming from under the bandage, so I unclip it and take it off. My knee is swollen and burning up. My breath starts coming out unevenly, in jagged little spurts as the pain grows.
Reeve stirs. "You okay, Jett?"
"No," I whisper so as not to wake Wilkin up, but he must've heard Reeve and sits up. "My knee is throbbing. Badly."
"Shit. Let me have a look." He gets up and turns the overhead lights on, blinding all three of us. He drops down beside me.
Wilkin joins him. "I thought you said it was okay," he says, which is what I said right before we fell asleep when Reeve asked me how I was feeling and if I needed anything.
"Yeah, well, it turns out orgasms are a very effective pain blocker."
Wilkin lowers his gaze to my exposed knee and makes an ewww sound. "That doesn't look good."
"It doesn't." Reeve shakes his head. "I disinfected it as best I could. Shit."
"What do we do?" I ask.
"There's no cell phone reception out here, is there?" Wilkin asks even though Reeve has already told us there's not.
"There isn't. I could run back to the house. It'd take maybe an hour, an hour and a half."
"That's crazy," Wilkin says. "It's too far. And besides, it's the middle of the night. It's not safe."
"I should be okay until mornin—Fuck!" I yelp as I stupidly try to move my leg to get a bit more comfortable. Instead, I've made it a thousand times worse, hot pain shooting out from my knee.
"We can't wait until morning," Wilkin says.
Reeve nods, running his hand through his hair. "Emergency button," he cries out.
