His ass was fucking tight, and I made myself go slow. I’d loosened him with my tongue, then my fingers, and he was still so fucking tight it was making me see stars.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so good.” I’d meant to say that he felt so good, but Asher whimpered at the praise anyway. I didn’t think his brain registered anything other than the word good.
“So pretty” I told him, raking my hands down his back.
Asher keened, maybe because of the praise, maybe because of the way I bottomed out inside him and held him there, like I could get deeper if I tried. Maybe because of the way Blue was trying to suck his brains out of his dick. It was hard to tell. Not that it mattered. The only thing I cared about was making Asher feel good.
A pat on my leg had me looking down to see Blue’s hand tapping on my thigh. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around Asher and pulled him up, giving Blue the freedom to change positions.
He wasted no time in kneeling in front of Asher and slanting their mouths together. Asher wrapped his arms around Blue, practically melting against him, moaning and writhing as I kept a slow pace. Any faster and it would all be over. Blue reached down and jerked Asher, making him clench around my cock.
“Fuck, Ash, I’m not going to last,” I warned as my hips started to do their own thing. My body wanted that release, and it was going to take it, whether I wanted it to or not.
Ash couldn’t respond with Blue’s tongue in his mouth, but he did manage to moan and arch his back, pressing his ass into me like he was trying to get me to go deeper. Ash reached back, a hand on my hip as he urged me deeper, and it was the scrabbling of his fingers against my flesh that tipped me over the edge. There was something intoxicating about the way Asher needed me, needed Blue. Needed touch and praise and care that made me fucking crazy about him. About all of him. His laugh and his smile and his vulnerability and the way he shared that with us and let his guard down.
“Fuck. Baby. Oh God.” I wished I was more eloquent, more able to articulate the ways in which he was shifting my universe around to make room for him at the center. But the best my orgasm-rattled brain could come up with was a string of barely coherent praise before I pulled out and collapsed onto my back next to them.
Blue and Asher were still kissing, but now their bodies were pressed against one another, and I saw how Blue had his hand wrapped around both their cocks.
“Did you want his ass, Blue? It’s nice and slippery for you. His ass feels so fucking good.”
Ash whimpered against Blue’s mouth, and Blue pulled back. He traced his fingertips over Asher’s brow. “Is that what you want, Ashy?”
Ash nodded, his eyes still closed, his body still melting against Blue like a moth unwilling to let go of its flame.
“Then get down there and give Jax some of these nice kisses so he doesn’t get jealous.”
Asher opened his eyes and blinked as he looked around. And then his gaze found me and he practically fell into my arms. He buried his face in the curve of my neck, and I had to gently coax him to look at me.
“Hey, pretty, what are you doing hiding? Aren’t you going to kiss me? Does Blue get all your kisses, or did you save some for me?”
Ash lifted his head and looked at me as I smiled up at him. Behind him, Blue moved into position, stroking his cock, probably lubing it up, getting it nice and slick for Asher.
“Are you going to share Blue with me? Let me have some of that nice dick after we make you come?” It wasn’t often that I felt like I might die if I didn’t get dicked down, but if I didn’t get Blue’s cock in me, I might actually perish.
“Oh fuck. That’s hot. I need to see that,” Asher replied, his words catching on his breaths as Blue slid inside him. Asher still hadn’t come yet because Blue and I had been keeping him on the edge. His eyes were glassy, and his cheeks were bright red. His mouth was puffy from kissing Blue and even his chest was still flushed from where Blue had worked his magic on him.
“Soon,” I promised. Cradling his face, I brushed a kiss against his mouth. He was already open, waiting for me, but all I offered was a tease. “Kiss me, pretty, and you can come whenever you want.”
“Pretty?” Asher said, as if his brain finally caught up to what I’d called him.
“Yeah. Pretty. Because you’re pretty when you’re all sexed up and messy from Blue and me. From our touches and kisses. You look so pretty when we ruin you.”
Asher whimpered again, and one of Blue’s hands appeared on Asher’s shoulders.
“Tell him how good he feels, Blue,” I said without looking away from Asher, even though it was hard to ignore the urge to look at Blue so I could see the pleasure wash over him. I dragged Asher closer and kissed him deeply. Ferocious at first, letting him know that I planned to lead and all he had to do was follow.
Every time Blue thrust, Asher whimpered or moaned. His hips started moving and his dick, which was pressed against me, leaked precum on my skin. My own cock was hard again. After I came, it had briefly flagged, only to come back to life with a vengeance when I started kissing Asher.
I could tell he was going to come mere seconds before he did. His body tensed up, and he stopped being able to return my kiss. He rocked his hips against me, his cock twitching and throbbing as he came all over me. And above us, Blue’s pace didn’t falter.
“Look at you two. So fucking hot. Did you get him all messy, Ashy?”
Ash moaned his answer into my mouth and his body went slack suddenly as all his energy left him.
“He’s tired,” I told Blue as Ash let me have all his weight. I had wanted Blue to fucking rail me, but the way Ash clung to me, so spent and vulnerable, made me loath to move him. “Get your cock up here, Blue. Let me taste you.”
“What, you don’t want this inside you? Afraid I’ll split you open?” Blue pulled out of Ash and stroked his cock from root to tip, arching back and pressing his hips out.
