by Mia Ashlinn
Without blinking, Brett ran his hand down his chest and over his abdomen. He unfastened his jeans before sliding the zipper down. Then he parted the fabric and brushed his fingers across his underwear-less cock. A hiss escaped his lips, even though he tried to hold it in. His touch just felt too damned good.
Obviously hearing him, Ethan and Sam broke apart. They both panted, each gasp harsh and labored, as their lust-filled eyes slid to him.
“Don’t mind me,” Brett murmured. “I was enjoying the show.”
Sam’s swollen lips smirked. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
Brett doubted that. And he said so. “If it was, Ethan must be doing something wrong.”
Ethan flipped him off. “You’ve never complained before.”
“No, I haven’t.” Brett wrapped his hand around the base of his cock then pulled it out for all to see. “But keep in mind, I love to watch. Not too many things trump watching two people together, their bodies united and their mouths fused.” He groaned as he glided his hand up and down the shaft. His movements were lazy, unhurried. His hand was leisurely, his touch teasing. “God. Could you two kiss again? It was making me hard.”
Sam’s eyes strayed to Brett’s lap, and he said drolly, “I don’t think getting hard is your problem.”
No, it wasn’t. Brett’s dick was thick, so rigid his skin felt stretched thin, and it throbbed, the beat heavy and pounding like music thumping in a nightclub. “Right now, I have no problems. I’m feeling pretty damn good.”
“And it’s only going to get better,” Ethan announced a second before he recaptured Sam’s lips. This time their kiss didn’t look like a dance. It wasn’t graceful or choreographed, and neither man led. It was an all-out onslaught, a war of passion.
While his eyes remained riveted on the two kissing men, Brett’s dick continued to swell in his hand. He tightened his hold then sped his strokes. As he skated his fist up and down the length of his shaft, a droplet of moisture seeped from his slit. His pre-cum gathered at the tip, but he didn’t mess with it. He was too busy propelling his hand forward then back, faster and faster.
A tingle started in Brett’s balls as his orgasm approached, the prickling sensation tormenting him in the most delicious way. But he wasn’t getting off that easy. He released his cock midstroke then growled, “My turn.”
Again, Sam and Ethan sprang apart. This time, though, Sam yanked the pillow off his lap then flung it across the room. No one commented when the pillow slammed into the wall.
Shamelessly, Sam got on all fours and crawled toward Brett. His hungry eyes clung to Brett’s as he crept across the bed. His pace was relaxed, his movements smooth and easy. He looked like a man strolling leisurely through the park without a care in the world. Only he was on his hands and knees, not his feet. And they were in his apartment, not the park. But still, Sam didn’t appear to have a care in the world.
When Sam eventually reached Brett, he kissed him all right—on his head—the one between his legs. “Shit,” Brett groaned, his hips bucking upward. “What are you doing?”
Sam chuckled. Peering up at him through noticeably heavy eyelids, Sam didn’t answer. He simply closed his lips around Brett’s dick then swallowed it whole, taking him all the way to his balls in one fast yet fluid move.
“Fuck.” Brett slapped his hands onto the mattress on either side of him. He fisted the comforter, his back arching off the bed. “Sam…”
Sam shook his head but didn’t release Brett from his mouth. He held still, his sensual lips encircling the base of Brett’s cock, his sweltering mouth enveloping the entire shaft. Despite the rapturous feeling of having his cock halfway down Sam’s throat, and in spite of the warmth cocooning his shaft, Brett didn’t want Sam to choke. And inevitably, he would if they stayed like this.
“Pull back,” Brett growled.
Sam did. He pulled back. But before Brett could catch his breath, Sam started to move, fucking Brett with his mouth, as he lowered himself to the bed. As soon as he seemed satisfied with his position, he raised his gaze to Brett’s once again. Their eyes met, and they exchanged looks. Some were loving. Some were lusty. And some of them were love and lust laced together. Those were Brett’s favorites.
While Sam sucked Brett’s cock, Ethan shifted to his knees. He moved forward, just enough to reach Sam’s waistband. He grasped each side of the thick fabric and started to tug. Sam shimmied his hips at all the right times then lifted up when Ethan ordered him to.
Soon, Brett saw Ethan discard Sam’s pants altogether. Then Ethan swung one of his legs over Sam’s legs and straddled them. “I love this ass,” he declared, his announcement as honest as it was succinct. He swooped his head down before kissing first one cheek then the other. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”
Brett groaned. God, he loved when Ethan talked dirty.
Sam lifted his ass off the bed wantonly, wiggling his hips close to Ethan’s face, but he continued to impale himself with Brett’s cock. Invade, retreat. Invade, retreat. Brett shook. He felt powerless, utterly out of control as raw lust flared inside him, scorching him, leaving him writhing and moaning in unparalleled pleasure. Like a drugged man in need of a fix, Brett’s eyes fell to Sam. He couldn’t help but stare as his shaft, from base to tip, disappeared into the hot cavern that was Sam’s mouth then reappeared a millisecond later. Watching his man suck his dick was sensual—the way his languid eyes drifted closed then reopened as though he were under a spell, how his cheeks were rosy with exertion, and how he inhaled and exhaled through his nose in quick, sharp breaths. It was all unbelievably erotic.
“Stop that,” Ethan growled.
Brett’s eyes snapped over to Ethan just as he brought his hand down onto the flesh of Sam’s ass. A loud thwack immediately followed behind.
Pulling back in a hurry, Sam freed Brett’s cock. “What did I do?” he asked, sounding innocent yet devilish at the same time.
“You won’t stop shaking your ass in my face.” Brett suspected Ethan was going for a firm tone, but he failed. He sounded amused. “A man can’t think when something that succulent is inches from his mouth.”
“Why are you thinking?” Sam turned his head away from Brett and peered over his left shoulder at Ethan. “Better yet, what are you thinking?”
Ethan’s face blushed a ruddy color that somehow looked sexy. “I was thinking about how snug your virgin ass is going to be, how it’s going to wrap around my dick and squeeze tight. And I was thinking about stretching your sweet hole, how good it’ll feel, how much you’re going to love me fucking you, and how loud you’re going to be when you beg for more.”
A groan erupted from Sam. “Oh God.”
Grinning wickedly, Ethan said, “I was imagining what it would feel like to press your body facedown to this bed then crawl on top of you, open your ass, and plunge inside. I was thinking about pounding into you while our favorite voyeur watched. And I was thinking about tying you up, binding you, and leaving you at our mercy.” He leaned forward, slowly slithering along Sam’s spine. “I was fantasizing about spanking you, turning your ass the sexiest shade of red.” He rained kisses up Sam’s back. “Hell, I was even considering what you would do if I took your ass now rather than being a gentleman and waiting.”
While Ethan talked, Brett grasped his cock and started stroking again, his glides steady and sure. The moisture Sam’s mouth had left behind was better than lube. And Brett’s hand moved easily over his shaft.
Sam winked up at Brett, and Brett knew trouble was heading their way. “Since when have you ever been a gentleman, angel boy? And what makes you think I’m some innocent who can’t handle a good pounding?” He grinned, a grin that made Brett squirm. “Trust me when I tell you that I can handle it. The question is, ‘Can you?’”
Chapter 13
Sam heard Brett’s curse, but he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he made and maintained eye contact with Ethan. And he waited. When Ethan just stared at Sam, his gaze roaming over his face
as though analyzing him, scrutinizing his resolve, Sam flipped over onto his back. He lay his head on Brett’s lap and spread his legs wide so Ethan could see his hard-on. “See, angel boy. I want to be fucked.”
“Your wish, my command.”
Shocked by Ethan’s easy acquiescence, Sam gasped. “Really?”
Brett barked a laugh. “What did you expect, Sam? Ethan wants to fuck you. He’s just too stubborn to ask.”
Ethan nodded. “Yep, that pretty much sums it up.” He swept his eyes around the room, obviously searching for something.
“What are you looking for?” Sam asked.
“Lube,” Ethan answered. “I’m not touching your ass without it. I’d rather feed my dick to an alligator than hurt you.”
Aw, that’s sweet…in a twisted sort of way. “Under one of the pillows at the top of the bed.”
“Now we know what our man was going to do without us, E.”
“Damn straight,” Sam retorted. “I was getting pretty damn tired of walking around with a pissed off squirrel in my pants.”
Brett snorted. “Like we’ve been any better.”
“Hey, you two get laid every night.” Sam mock scowled. Although, there was a tiny bit of hurt flaring inside his heart.
“Hardly,” Brett retorted. “I haven’t been with anyone in over four months.”
Sam’s heart lurched. “You haven’t had sex since I left?”
“Nope,” Brett replied as he bent and brushed a quick kiss across Sam’s forehead. “I couldn’t.”
“What about you?” Sam asked in the most disinterested tone he could feign.
Silently, Ethan reached under one of the many pillows and retrieved the bottle of lube. He never answered Sam’s question. Although, knowing how prideful Ethan was, Sam didn’t need the words. He’d been as celibate as Brett had.
Sam cleared his throat and admitted, “I—I, uh, haven’t touched a woman since we shared that girl, Jessica, last summer.”
Brett gawked at him as though he’d confessed to murdering someone, not abstaining from sex for almost a year. “Excuse me? What was Brooklyn?”
“Do we really have to get into this right now?” Ethan asked. “It’s not exactly the best time.”
Sam agreed. “Yeah, it can wait.”
Brett nodded. “Fine.”
“Sam, I need you to roll over and get back on all fours like earlier.”
Sam did. He scrambled up and flipped over on the bed then lifted himself to his hands and knees.
“Brett, I need you to rise to your knees as well. Our Sam is going to suck your dick while I fuck his ass.”
God yes. Sam trembled.
“I think someone likes that idea,” Ethan commented. As soon as he went silent, the sound of a bottle being opened echoed around the room.
Suddenly nerves plagued Sam, and he stiffened.
“Relax,” Brett whispered in a soothing voice as he got on his knees in front of Sam. He cupped Sam’s face in one hand and clasped his cock in the other then guided his shaft to Sam’s lips. “Suck.”
As soon as Brett’s command reverberated through the bedroom, he breached Sam’s lips and thrust inside his mouth. Sam groaned in response.
Behind him, Ethan clutched one of Sam’s hips. His huge, callused hand steadied him while holding him still. “This is going to be cold,” he warned.
Ethan was right. The lube was cold. As the liquid ran down Sam’s crack like a stream of water in the winter, Sam shivered. But he warmed quickly. When Ethan palmed his ass cheek then pulled the flesh aside, opening his ass wide, Sam’s body went up in flames. The heat was nearly unbearable, as was his arousal. He needed relief—from the fire raging inside him and from the lust drawing his balls up, the arousal throbbing through his shaft.
“Wider,” Brett instructed. “Loosen your jaw, and don’t do anything else. This time, I want to fuck your mouth. Not the other way around.”
Sam grinned around the dick fucking his face. But he did as he was told. He widened his lips until his cheeks burned, and he loosened his jaw as best he could.
“Good,” Brett growled as he took off, pistoning in and out of Sam’s mouth with a greediness that astonished Sam. He propelled his hips forward and back, ramming his cock so far into Sam’s mouth he had to fight his gag reflex.
Although, Sam didn’t mind. He loved the feel of Brett’s cock burrowing between his lips and tunneling all the way to the back of his throat. He wished he could take more. But as Brett’s shaft became larger, Sam’s mouth shrunk. And no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer handle all of his lover’s massive erection.
While Sam took the pounding Brett gave his mouth, he felt Ethan rim his rear entrance. His lover’s big, blunt finger skimmed around the puckered hole in slow, subtle sweeps. He smoothed over Sam’s rosette in circles, rotation after rotation, giving a little but not enough. He moved inward yet never reached the place where Sam ached to feel him.
Nevertheless, Sam’s anticipation amplified with each stroke and scrape of Ethan’s finger. His excitement built with every, single drive of Brett’s dick into his mouth. Hunger and yearning coursed through his veins, and he pushed back.
Ethan seemed to understand what Sam desperately needed because he stopped massaging his rear and moved to his opening then probed inside. Again, Sam pushed back. This time, though, he wiggled his hips like he had earlier.
“I told you not to do that,” Ethan growled as he pulled his finger away from Sam’s ass then let his hand fly again. His palm connected with Sam’s cheek, the burn far more intense than last time, and Sam yelped in pain, in pleasure, in a mixture of both.
But Ethan didn’t apologize. And Sam didn’t want him to. Shit, what Sam wanted was for Ethan to actually spank him rather than tease him with a couple of love taps, even if they stung like a son of a bitch like that last one had. Of course, Sam didn’t get what he wanted—at least, not the spanking. He did, however, receive the head of a cock rubbing against his rosette.
“Sam, I need you to take a few long breaths through your nose,” Ethan instructed.
And of course, Sam listened. He took in several long, dragging breaths through his nose.
“Good,” Ethan praised. “Now, you know how this works with women. It’s not that different. Just try to relax, and when I tell you to bear down, do it.”
Excitement worked its way through Sam. But he managed to relax between Brett and Ethan. The two men took advantage of that. Brett’s thrusts grew harsher, more demanding. And Ethan eased further into Sam’s ass. He was slow and easy. Nevertheless, a burn bloomed. What began as a whisper of warmth turned into a flaming fire by the time Ethan reached his sphincter.
Sam panted around Brett’s dick, hoping and praying that he could take just a little more of Ethan. He knew they were close, nearly there. But damn, he felt as though Ethan’s cock was splitting him in two.
“Bear down,” Ethan ordered, his voice gruff. A masculine hand smoothed down the length of Sam’s back, the caress surprisingly soothing. “You can do this.”
Ethan’s vote of confidence was all Sam needed. He relaxed and bore down as he’d been instructed. Immediately, Ethan slipped past the tight ring of muscles then glided all the way inside. “Ah,” he groaned. “Tight.”
Sam wanted to smart off to Ethan. But he couldn’t. Brett’s dick made talking impossible. Not that it mattered because a heartbeat later, Ethan and Brett were fucking him. They were spearing him, one invading and one retreating. Continuously, they were stretching his holes, their sizable erections crowding him, packing him full.
Sam felt overloaded. Shivers of agonizing pleasure skittered through him, and he let loose a low, keening moan. Blessedly, the dick in his mouth muffled most of his wanton wail. After that, no words were needed. No more thinking, just feeling.
Brett and Ethan worked Sam over, the dark-haired teddy bear driving his cock into Sam’s mouth and the pretty boy charmer ramming him from behind. One after another, they thrust. They
were relentless, their assault rough and rugged.
Sam writhed. He’d never felt so full in his life. But the sensation superseded his body. It was in his heart. He was practically bursting at the seams. Then a man took Sam’s cock in hand—Ethan—and caressed him from root to tip. Once. Twice. Three times. And finally, Sam broke. He burst, his cum exploding from the tip of his cock, as his orgasm rolled over him like a steamroller. His entire being shuddered, the trembles shaking his body violently, and he groaned.
Slowly, he started to float down from his orgasmic high. But at the same time, his two lovers took off. They both latched on to him, barraging his body with theirs and fucking him in an animalistic fervor that had his lust climbing once again, clawing at him and tearing through him.
Before long, Sam’s arousal was back, a hundred times stronger than before. His dick was hard, so inflexible and so unyielding, he would give granite a run for its money. And still, he craved more.
Greedily, Sam took Brett as far down his throat as he could, mouth-fucking him fast and furiously. While he deep-throated Brett, he pushed back against Ethan, piercing himself fully with his lover’s cock, until their bodies were flush against each other, skin to skin, flesh to flesh.
Not a second passed before another orgasm charged through Sam, throwing him into paradise, sending him soaring to a place where pleasure prevailed, to a haven where he could live on ecstasy alone. As he flew higher and higher, his release careened through this balls, drawing them tight and sending his cum through his cock, the fluid flying forward and out his slit before soaking the bed beneath him. While Sam experienced the orgasm of his life, Brett and Ethan stiffened, crying out his name as they came.
Brett’s cum flew into Sam’s mouth in long, never-ending streams and hit the back of his throat as Ethan filled his ass. Sam didn’t have time to think about what he was tasting. He just swallowed—and swallowed—the warm, salty fluid. After what felt like an eternity, Brett’s cum abated, and Sam drank the last of the thick, creamy fluid.
