I shuddered again, the same rolling wave of lust that had swept through me earlier, and pushed back on Aiden. My pulse was pounding in my ears, my entire body buzzing from what was to come, and I already felt my balls drawing up tight.
Too soon.
“Suck his dick, baby.” Aiden roughly grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my chin up so my mouth was level with Chris. “Slick it up and get him ready for his turn.”
A spasm went through Chris’s hand, and moisture pooled at his tip. It was so much I thought maybe he was coming, a concern punctuated by the way he tilted his head back and groaned, but it was just a steady trickle of pre-come. I licked it greedily, then took the whole length down my throat once again. I loved his taste. The heady smell of his musk. He was perfect.
When he started sliding in and out of my mouth, his earlier hesitance was gone. There was urgency in his movements, a desperate need to cram himself in deep and use my throat. My lips stretched around the base, burying in his dark pubic hair, and I widened my jaw to accommodate his size.
“So good,” Chris whispered. “Such a good fucking boy.”
I groaned around him. How did he know those were the exact words to use to make me want to throw myself at his feet? Maybe Aiden had told him. Or maybe he was a fast learner. Either way, there was nothing more beautiful than hearing Aiden’s deep voice become a growl as he pounded into me while I panted around the thick cock dragging across my tongue.
Chris’s hand replaced Aiden’s in the tangle of my sweaty hair, yanking me back and forth on his dick. Then Aiden grabbed Chris’s neck, and their faces crushed together in a frantic kiss while using me on both ends. The heat that exploded in me resulted in me once again almost ejaculating without anyone even touching my erection.
I squeezed around Aiden. He released a strangled groan and pulled out.
“Too close,” he said, laughing. “My baby knows how to milk it just right.”
Chris eased out of my mouth. I made a little sound of protest, chasing his saliva-covered dick, but he dragged me up by a handful of hair and slid his tongue into my mouth. He kissed me so hard I lost my breath, getting dizzy and drunk on both the invasion and the fact that he could likely taste his own excitement on my tongue.
Aiden’s hand slid up my back before coaxing me away from Chris. He manhandled my shirt off and tossed it across the room, running kisses from my shoulder up to my throat before dragging Chris in for a sloppy threeway kiss. The slicking of three tongues was so dirtily romantic that I never wanted it to end, but it did with another hard slap on my ass.
Aiden drew away, his chest heaving. “Your turn,” he said to Chris.
My heart began to beat more violently out of my chest, pulse erratic and the blood rushing enough to once again pound in my ears. Chris flipped me onto my back and dragged me forward by the undersides of my knees. He’d shed all his clothes by now, and was crouched at the foot of the bed with one hand gripping the base of his dick while his eyes wandered all over me.
“Hold his legs,” he uttered, flicking a look at Aiden.
Aiden complied with a quiet laugh, and pulled my legs back and apart so Chris could slide into me with my ass fully spread and exposed. He was so big. Even with the lube, and with Aiden having stretched me out a minute ago, there was a burn as my ass accommodated his girth. The combination of that burn, Aiden’s gripping fingers, and the pulsing length sinking further into me, had my entire body on fire.
I gasped at the sensation of Chris stuffing himself inside of me, of the way he fucked past the resistance before working his way into a hip rocking rhythm that knocked all coherency from my brain. I usually loved being on my hands and knees, but there was no way I would have been able to keep myself upright with Chris turning me out this beautifully with a cock that big.
“Oh God,” I cried out. “Oh my fucking God, Chris.”
“He’s perfect, right, baby?” Aiden’s voice was just as wrecked as mine. I looked at him to find his gaze fixed on Chris, pupils fully blown and face flushed. “Look at him move that ass . . .”
Mmm. My Aiden. I could practically hear his thought process. If Chris could move his ass with this much skill while pumping into me, how would he move it while Aiden was inside him?
“You’ll get your turn, greedy,” I panted. “He’s mine right now.”
Aiden flashed a savage grin. He released my legs and leaned down to kiss me as Chris started moving faster. He grabbed my legs where Aiden had released them, and pushed harder, faster, our flesh slapping together as he drove me into the wrecked and sweaty mattress. My body bounced against his, but I couldn’t even bring myself to slam up against him. The feel of him taking me this urgently, this desperately, was driving me into a state of delirium where nothing mattered but the feel of two sets of hands on my body and the need to come. Nothing mattered but the feel of Chris, handsome charming sweet Chris, taking me so thoroughly that awareness of the rest of the world faded away.
There was nothing but sweat slicked skin, Aiden’s dick once again prodding my lips until I opened wide for him, and Chris relentlessly pounding into me. He was stabbing against my prostate with each intrusion now, and he likely didn’t even know it. He couldn’t hear the sharp cries that were being muffled by Aiden’s dick lodging in my throat, and he didn’t see it in my tearing eyes or trembling lips because the two of them were passionately kissing again.
It was that moment—with them tonguing each other while deep inside me, that ripped my orgasm free. It hit me like a freight train, and I had to pull my mouth off Aiden to release the agonized wails erupting from my chest. When it was over, I relaxed against the bed.
Chris had stilled inside me. “You good?”
“Gimme a second,” I whispered faintly. “Just pull out for now.”
He complied instantly, still holding my leg up, and kissed my ankle. How was he so perfect?
“Christ, Jace,” Aiden said, a throb in his voice. He dragged his fingers through the mess I’d made all over my chest and stomach. “That’s some load.”
I laughed breathlessly, toes and fingers still clenched in the sheets. “Your fault. Both of you.”
“No one even touched your dick,” Chris said, looking awed.
“You were hitting it just right,” I said, still smiling dreamily. “And you were hot together . . . mmm.”
“Damn.” Chris let my legs down but he kept stroking my skin, kept gazing down at me in fascination. “You look so good right now.”
“Naked and sweaty and covered in handprints and come?”
“Yup.”
I grinned wickedly.
Aiden flashed another savage smile. “That will be you soon, Christopher. Your turn to be on your back.”
Christopher Mendez
* * *
I’d known this moment was coming. Anticipation and dread caused my erection, which had just been hard enough to hurt after I’d pulled out of Jace, to soften a bit.
“We’ll take good care of you,” Jace promised. He pushed himself up onto his knees. “And make sure you nut just as hard as I did.”
Oh fuck. That sounded great. If my clenching stomach and nerves allowed me to calm enough to let it happen. I’d been pegged three times in my life. Twice by Steph (once with Raymond, once with just me and her), and another time by some girl I’d met on OkCupid. I’d dug it all three times.
However, there was a difference between letting someone work me over with a toy and having a big dick lodged in my ass while a football player-looking dude held me down. And Aiden was staring at me so wolfishly, I suspected he was gonna ride me hard. Hard like I’d just ridden Jace.
How was something so fear-inducing also so damn hot?
“Bet,” I said. “Get that dick in me before I psych myself out, bro.”
“You got it, man.”
“You guys are soooo tough,” Jace teased. “Get that dick in my ass, bro.”
Aiden slapped his ass. I snorted out a laugh that helped ease the
tension of taking Jace’s place in the center of the bed on my back. My dick was half hard now, but Jace took care of that in record time. While Aiden settled between my thighs with a bottle of lube, Jace went to town sucking me. He gave me the kind of attentive blowjob that had saliva sliding down my shaft and pooling in my pubic hair.
I buried a hand in his hair, guiding him faster, and met Aiden’s eyes. He didn’t look scary or intimidating. He just looked hungry. For me. They both were. I smiled. Aiden winked.
“You ready?”
I nodded.
“You sure?”
“Man, if you don’t quit wasting time and fuck me . . .”
Aiden grinned, a white-toothed promise, and slid two of his lube-covered fingers into my ass. My body immediately was like nope, and clamped down so tight Aiden had to force them in. It didn’t even hurt, not with just his fingers, but it was the awareness that something was in a place where stuff didn’t usually go that had my body balking even as my dick pulsed in Jace’s mouth.
“Relax, sweetheart.”
“I’m trying.”
I licked my lips and tilted my head back, eyes closed as Jace deepthroated me. The feel of his nose hitting my groin, and my dick tapping the back of his throat, was enough of a thrill for the rest of my body to relax. Aiden started up a nice little rhythm, plunging his fingers in and out and reaching for the spot that seemed to drive Jace wild.
When he found it, my entire body jackknifed. Jace gagged around my dick but didn’t pull off.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“That’s it, Chris,” Aiden murmured. He moved his fingers faster, toying with the little nub until my entire body was trembling. “You like that, right?”
“Uh-huh,” I gasped out intelligently. “Don’t stop.”
“Gotta stop.” Aiden slid his fingers out and replaced them with the tip of his dick. “So I can fuck you.”
My body slammed shut again. Clenching. Goddamnit.
Aiden tsked and loomed over me, his broad muscular body glinting with sweat. He slid his fingers in again, fingering me faster and rougher this time, more impatient. The teasing comments lapsed off until there was nothing but the wet sound of Jace’s mouth moving over me and the slap of Aiden’s fingers plunging in and out of me.
My head lolled to the side, mouth gaping. I managed a languid moan only after Aiden ripped his fingers out and slapped them against my hole.
“You better fucking behave this time,” he panted. “Because I’m about to fuck the shit out of you.”
Jace pulled off my dick, jacking it but not sucking, and watched. He was grinning, devilish and excited and a mess. There was no way they wanted me this bad. No way this was my—
“Oh shit.”
Aiden’s cock was half shoved in my ass before I was ready, but there was less resistance once he was inside me. I squeezed around him. Hard.
“Yeah, choke that dick,” he gasped. “Squeeze it.”
“I—fuck.”
Aiden slammed his hips again, sinking deeper. He jolted my words into oblivion. Now I knew exactly how Jace felt, speared deep and spread open completely. For the next few minutes, there was nothing in the world but Aiden using me as a fucking fleshlight. He yanked me back and forth roughly while riding my ass, and I was so stunned by mind blowing pleasure, that I just took it. I lay there limply while clenching and tearing at the sheet, and let him use me.
Jace licked at my mouth, spurring me into a messy kiss, before pulling away.
“I want to see him on his knees,” he declared, looking up at Aiden. “Pull out.”
Aiden shook his head. “So close.”
“Just do it.”
Aiden eased out of me with a loud grunt, and I was momentarily at a loss. The tingling was new, but so was the way I clenched down to try to trap him inside me.
“Guess I like being fucked,” I said hoarsely.
“Then flip over so I can get back to it.”
I complied with no delay, assuming the position Jace had been in earlier, with my forearms pressed to the bed while my knees were pulled up and my ass exposed. There was no more clenching to deny the intrusion, and I grinned when Aiden slid back inside and fully seated himself.
“Fuck yeah.”
Aiden grabbed a handful of my short hair and jerked my head back so he could rumble in my ear. “Tell me you like it.”
“Bro, I fucking love it.”
He kissed my ear, then the side of my face, and back up again, all while working up to a steady rocking. “I’m about to fill you up, so show me what that ass can do.”
“Yes,” Jace hissed. “That’s what I want to see.”
Aiden pushed my face away from him and grabbed my shoulders. He started in on me hard from the start, powering through and obliterating my nerves, as I panted open mouthed and rocked back on him.
It wasn’t enough.
Rocking turned into me riding back onto his dick so that his hips slapped against my ass loudly in the silent room. He stopped gripping my shoulders in favor of grabbing my hips.
“Oh yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Just like that, Chris.”
I managed to keep the ass-clapping rhythm until Jace reached beneath me and started with the earthshattering hand job again. Jesus Christ, they were trying to kill me.
“I’m—”
I didn’t even get the word out before my orgasm tore through me—lighting me up with explosions of pleasure that whited out my vision. Aiden shoved my head down and went harder, his pace punishing, until he rammed in as far as he could go and came with a shout.
He stayed lodged in me for several seconds as we both panted harshly. Then Jace clapped.
“Standing ovation!”
I collapsed onto my stomach with a grunt, and Aiden pulled out. Now that my world was no longer being rocked, I could feel the soreness in my ass.
“Fuck.”
Jace rolled me onto my back, smiling. “Verdict?”
I glanced at him and then up at Aiden. He was biting his lower lip and regarding me from beneath his lashes. Quiet and intense.
“Uh. Pretty sure y’all ruined me for fucking other people?”
Jace thrusted his fist up in triumph. Aiden’s mouth curved into a tiny smile. He slapped my thigh.
“Scoot over.”
I obeyed, and he dropped down next to me. Jace cuddled up on my other side. We lapsed into silence while I tried to figure out if the tingling in my body would ever stop. Right now, it still felt like I was lit up.
“So . . .”
Jace propped his chin onto my chest. “So, what?”
I looked at him and then hazarded a glance at Aiden. He was still eyeballing me silently, and generally being a weirdo.
“So, what now?”
“What do you wanna do now?” Aiden asked.
Jace raised an eyebrow at his husband.
I shrugged and shifted on the bed. “Why is it up to me?”
“You’re the guest,” Jace said. “And Aiden is testing the waters.”
Aiden scowled. “Shut up, Jace.”
“You are, though.”
I snorted out a laugh. “Okay, well, can we clean up and then watch the fight? Also, I ordered pizza and wings while Aiden was in the shower so that shit should be here any minute.”
Jace pressed his face into my neck. “You’re my favorite person besides Aiden. It’s official. And you better have gotten the hottest wings.”
“What else would I get?” I looked between them, and winked at Aiden. “I got two pizzas because I heard you be eating like a machine. Also, we might get hungry again later . . .”
The weird guardedness left Aiden’s face, and that mischievous smile took over again. He pulled me into a slow, firm kiss, and backed off with a swipe of his tongue across my mouth.
“You staying all night, right?”
I tried to act like this was totally normal, like I had two hot-as-hell rich dudes hugging up on me and slicking all our bodily fluids together all the t
ime, and shrugged casually. “If you want me to?”
Jace latched on tighter. “We do.”
“Then I don’t have nowhere else to be.”
Jace fist pumped again, and Aiden kissed the side of my forehead.
Eventually, I’d tell them they’d just given me the best damn night of my life. But right now I was all about that pizza.
The Wedding
Fall
Aiden Fairbairn
* * *
The Rodriguez wedding reception seemed to be winding up rather than down with the music getting louder, going faster, and the dance floor packed with bodies. Michael and Nunzio Rodriguez, the grooms of honor, had already slipped out and now everyone was partying without them.
Judging by what I’d learned of Michael in the past few months, he was probably thrilled to be missing it all. No lie, I didn’t blame him. Hanging out with a bunch of people was a lot less appealing when you had a man to bring home.
Or men.
I drained my glass and set it on the table, eyes fixed on the two men in the corner. Chris with his loosened tie and shirt sleeves shoved up, and Jace whispering in his ear with his long glossy hair hiding most of his face. His hand hovered just over Chris’s arm like he wanted to touch him but knew this was all supposed to stay discreet.
My mouth twitched up. My baby was nothing if not persistent, and Chris had been playing coy for the past month. Texting cute pics, a few dirty messages, and an ultra-hot occasion of me and him having phone sex while I was in the bathroom at work (that Oli had walked in on), but he kept dodging invites to meet up again. Jace thought Chris was just shy, but I was starting to wonder . . .
Maybe after enjoying our weekend together, Chris had realized he liked sex with men a little too much. Maybe he wasn’t as comfortable with his sexual fluidity as I’d assumed.
Or maybe it hadn’t been as good for him as I’d thought . . . Nah.
Before my eyes, Chris draped an arm around Jace’s shoulders, which was like the fucking bat signal. I usually kept my distance until I knew it was safe to move in. Even when I wasn’t trying to be, I could come off pushy and domineering as all hell, and the last thing I wanted was to scare Chris off.
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