Something New

by Cameron Dane

  Braden nudged against the tight muscle keeping him out but didn’t gain entry. “Just relax into my finger, baby, and let it happen.” He kept his voice low but not exactly gentle. Braden pressed against Rodrigo’s pucker a third time, and he licked behind Rodrigo’s ear in between each line of encouragement. “Think about your ass open and begging for me”—he rubbed, making Rodrigo whimper—“and my mastering every goddamn inch of your chute so fucking good you can’t even remember how to speak when I make you come.”

  Right then the image of Braden plugging his hole filled Rodrigo’s mind, rushing his cock back to full life. Rodrigo let that picture fill his brain and take over his body. The next time Braden pushed against his back door, Rodrigo shoved right back, and Braden’s finger broke through and sank deep into his virgin ass.

  Oh shit. Shit.

  Rodrigo grunted and clutched at the counter with a bone-crushing hold. His entrance flamed, and his channel fluttered and milked Braden’s buried digit, creating the strangest combination of hints of pleasure surrounding the most bizarre discomfort of being stuffed to overflowing.

  Braden wrapped his hand around Rodrigo’s neck and forced Rodrigo’s head to an awkward angle so they could see each other’s faces. “Talk to me.” Banked fire kept the green in Braden’s eyes pale, but shadows of something darker lurked at the edges. “Tell me if you can take my finger moving inside you.”

  Rodrigo’s ass burned like hell, but it was nothing compared to what he wanted to see consume Braden’s entire being. “Do it. Don’t take it slow.” He rocked his hips and hissed through the slide of an object moving in his rectum. “Make me get used to you.”

  With a rough curse that matched his intentions, Braden sealed his mouth to Rodrigo’s. He kissed Rodrigo breathless with a thorough, fierce passion and down below withdrew his digit from Rodrigo’s channel to then push it back in, filling Rodrigo to the second knuckle again. Rodrigo could not stop his body from clenching around Braden every time the man entered him. His passage created the funkiest, most bizarre spasms when Braden pulled out, leaving his ass relieved yet somehow bereft and clamoring for more.

  This time, rather than force his way back inside Rodrigo, Braden teased the tip of his finger around Rodrigo’s stretched ring and created the most delicious little shiver that went all the way down to Rodrigo’s toes. Braden circled his finger around that excited bunch of nerves again and dragged a moan out of Rodrigo with a bump back for more. Braden gave Rodrigo more of what he wanted, warming him up to the point of begging, and then eased not only one finger back into Rodrigo’s chute, but this time pushed in a second until Rodrigo was sure neither could go any farther. Every inch of his ass felt stretched and full and unable to take another millimeter, yet tiny tentacles of wondrous, fluttery sensations worked their way through Rodrigo’s channel and had him pushing his ass back, searching for even just a little bit more.

  Braden broke their kiss, and new shards of light shone in his eyes. “Liked that this time, huh?” He twisted that double dose of fingers buried inside Rodrigo and sent shooting twin lines of pleasure through Rodrigo’s spine and cock.

  Unable to speak, Rodrigo groaned and ground back again, stealing more of that contact, something suddenly pleasurable in the extreme. Whether Braden offered those next half dozen strokes of his fingers or Rodrigo stole them by impaling himself on the thickness, he couldn’t be sure. He just knew he needed more from this man and had to show it in the only way he could. Rodrigo’s stomach muscles felt fatigued from the tension in them, making it feel as if he had done a thousand sit-ups without stopping, but his body writhed back and forth of its own accord as he slipped back into a place of pure, raw need.

  Just then, Braden took his fingers away, making Rodrigo emit a hoarse cry. Quickly, though, Braden replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock. The wide head sat poised at Rodrigo’s entrance, so close Rodrigo could feel the heat tease his sensitized ring. His entire body hummed like one big, exposed live wire; he rubbed himself back against Braden like some begging whore, but he couldn’t make himself stop.

  Braden stilled Rodrigo with a hand to his hip. He held Rodrigo’s gaze prisoner, and those darker streaks of green he’d kept restrained before took over the rings of color right now. “Tell me yes.” Braden’s voice sounded harsh with complete command. “Or I’m going to stop.”

  Rodrigo somehow scraped past the thickness in his throat and found his voice. “Fuck me, Crenshaw.” He fused his forehead to the other man’s with all his weight. “Fuck me right now.”

  With one flash of his eyes and one sure thrust, Braden punched his hips forward and drove his thick, long cock all the way into Rodrigo’s ass.

  Chapter Eleven

  Oh motherfucking shit.

  Rodrigo jammed his forehead against Braden’s as his body fought the first feel of Braden’s cock lodged as deeply inside Rodrigo’s ass as it would surely go. Braden didn’t move a muscle, but he claimed Rodrigo’s body as surely as Rodrigo had ever taken a woman. Rodrigo moaned without censure at the idea of Braden fucking him until he screamed and came, maybe in Abby’s mouth, if she would just wrap her lips around his dick again and help shove him right over the cliff. Out of the corner of his eye, Rodrigo could see Abby still kneeling at his feet, submissive in pose. Such naked lust filled her eyes that Rodrigo went to a raw, base place in his mind that ended with his spilling on her face and breasts at the exact moment Braden lost it and came in his ass.

  Rodrigo’s channel clenched and throbbed at the imagery, squeezing tightly on Braden’s embedded cock. This time both men groaned and jerked as one.

  Braden yanked Rodrigo’s head back and laid a piercing hard stare on him. “Fucking shit, Santiago,” Braden bit off. Rodrigo’s passage closed in a vise around Braden’s dick again, and Braden shook his head as if he’d taken a punch to the gut. His eyes glittered with chips of peridot, and his voice cut like shards of glass. “Tell me I can move.”

  The slight power shift sluiced another shot of adrenaline through Rodrigo’s blood, sending any hint of fear or reservation fleeing from the room. He straight-armed the counter and braced himself for a rough ride. “I told you to fuck me, Crenshaw.” He growled and glared back at the man. “You’re goddamn inside me already.” His stuffed-full rectum flamed with the newness of that truth. “Do it, you bastard.” Rodrigo’s dick got harder and harder with each taunt he delivered. “Don’t pussy out on me now.”

  Braden uttered a swear word right back at Rodrigo. He reared up, took a bruising hold on Rodrigo’s hips, and started a pace of fucking that slammed his big prick into Rodrigo’s chute with the force and speed of a freight train. It stung like a motherfucker every time Braden stretched Rodrigo’s hole with that thick cockhead, pushing his way inside again, but Rodrigo exalted in the shock of deep-seated pleasure that outlasted the flash of pain, and he even begged for it with every guttural noise he released.

  “Is this what you want?” Braden slid one hand into Rodrigo’s hair and pulled his head back, forcing Rodrigo’s face to a tilted, sideways angle. “You like it a little bit rough and dirty?”

  Rodrigo bared his teeth as he gleefully took the drilling from Braden’s erection. “Yeah.” He gripped the counter until his fingertips turned white, and he held his body still for each knifing slide Braden delivered. Every full glide of the man’s dick in Rodrigo’s flaming passage pushed his own prick to greater, more painful rigidity. “Give it to me every bit as fucking hard as you’ll want it when I fuck you.”

  Braden’s pupils flared, and his fingers reflexively dug into Rodrigo’s flesh. Satisfied, Rodrigo wrenched his neck, tore his hair out of Braden’s hold, and put his gaze back down on that crazily sexy picture of Abby still folded at his feet. “Come closer.” He grunted midinstruction as Braden nailed him in the sweetest damn spot in his ass. Still on her knees, Abby moved in until she was almost under Rodrigo’s spread legs, her lush red lips dangerously close to his prick. Rodrigo leaked a half dozen beads of precum at the
sight and ordered, “Now open up and take it every time he fucks my ass.”

  Abby’s lips parted just as the force of Braden’s penetration pushed Rodrigo’s cock right into her mouth. She didn’t close her lips too tightly around Rodrigo but rather let the soft caress of her tongue tease Rodrigo’s length every time Braden bumped their bodies forward as one. Rodrigo watched his erection disappear repeatedly into the warm, wet cavern of Abby’s mouth. She held his stare, looking right back through overly bright eyes as she accepted this brand of fucking. Her nipples were pebbled to tight knots that Rodrigo imagined were as hard and aching as his cock was.

  He opened his mouth to tell her to play with herself, but right then Braden wrapped his arms around Rodrigo and folded himself against Rodrigo’s back. Braden buried his face in Rodrigo’s hair and switched his long, sure strokes to concentrated little pumps with his cock that nudged again and again and again over that mind-blowing, wonderful kill spot in Rodrigo’s flaming chute.

  Now that Rodrigo hardly moved, Abby changed up her play to counter Braden’s softer bump and grind. She took over Rodrigo’s prick with powerful suctioning drags, all the way up and down his length, eating him with an enthusiasm he’d never experienced with a partner until her. While Braden fucked Rodrigo in a brand-new way and drilled his prostate with agonizing precision, Abby gave him the most complete and aggressive blowjob he’d ever had. In response, Rodrigo slipped to a place where only the need for these two people existed. He started shuttling his hips back and forth, his body and mind filling him up with screeching, tearing desire he could not control. He lapsed into incoherent half-word moans that mixed begging with giving orders and even some cries to stop and pleas that he couldn’t take feeling this much anymore.

  Braden scraped his teeth across Rodrigo’s scalp and bit his ear. “Fucking give it up for me, Rigo.” The man’s voice sounded like it had been pulled up from hell. He flexed his arms around Rodrigo’s waist, holding him in place as he tucked his cock all the way inside Rodrigo and filled every inch of his tender, throbbing passage. “I’m so fucking close too.” He shoved a hand between Rodrigo’s thighs and took hold of his balls. “Let me see you lose it first.”

  One swelling cock in his ass, one gentle squeeze of those fingers surrounding his sac, and one tantalizing flick of a tongue along the rim of his cock converged in a perfect storm and threw Rodrigo right over the railing into the turbulent, angry sea. He grabbed the base of his penis and let out a monstrous hoarse shout as orgasm shook the entire way through his being. Abby’s creamy skin proved a target Rodrigo couldn’t deny himself, and as the rush of seed burst out of him, Rodrigo shot short, jerky lines of ejaculate onto his woman’s shoulders, neck, and breasts. The sight of Abby leaning in to accept his cum rocked another shudder through Rodrigo. Every muscle in his body tensed in a tight wave, and his rectum clamped down on Braden’s embedded dick with a choking hold.

  Braden’s entire body jolted, and he bit into the tendons cording Rodrigo’s neck. “The two of you…” He drew back with a moan and then speared Rodrigo’s ass again. “So good… Yes, yes…” Two more driving thrusts and then he uttered brokenly, “Oh, oh fuck…” Braden plastered his front to Rodrigo’s back as his cock pulsed and pulsed and pulsed against Rodrigo’s anal walls. A heartbeat later, as Braden came, his ejaculate warmed Rodrigo’s rectum even through the barrier of latex.

  “Shit.”

  Rodrigo muttered that one little word, and inside Braden’s head, he heard “Damn, stud, you just fucked me good.” He smiled against the man’s shoulder, and his dick remained hard and hot buried in Rodrigo’s ass. He still had his fingers closed around Rodrigo’s nuts, and as Braden released them to pull away, the back of his hand brushed the still-rigid length of Rodrigo’s cock. Rodrigo sucked in a fast breath as it happened; his dick twitched too, and Braden couldn’t resist taking that as an invitation for more.

  Braden wrapped his hand around the dark, thick base of Rodrigo’s penis and gently rubbed the velvety smooth hardness all the way to the tip. Rodrigo gasped and immediately covered Braden’s hand with his, stilling Braden’s quest.

  “Don’t,” Rodrigo said. He moved his fingers up and dug them into Braden’s wrist. “Please.”

  Leaving Rodrigo’s death grip where it was, Braden nuzzled his cheek into Rodrigo’s stubbly one, almost like one animal feeling out another. “Just relax, Rigo.” With Rodrigo’s fingers still attached to his wrist, Braden stroked Rodrigo’s cock again. “Push through the initial sensitivity that makes you want to rip my hand away.” Braden knew of what he spoke. His relationship hadn’t worked out with Ben, but Braden had spent one entire night on his knees, back, stomach, and even up against a shower wall begging for a reprieve while the man worked him over time and again, keeping Braden stiff the whole time and periodically coming like a geyser. Knowing how to stroke and when to push, Braden curled his fingers down to fondle Rodrigo’s sac and then gently twisted at his root again. “If you can get through my hand on you for just a few minutes, you can stay hard and get juiced up enough to come again.”

  Rodrigo nodded, whispered an agreement with a heavy breath, and Braden began working the man’s cock and balls over with soft tugs, squeezes, and drags. Braden’s arousal stayed piqued as he watched his fingers manipulate Rodrigo’s impressive penis and keep it hard. Soon Rodrigo swished his hips and pumped into the handjob; the man slipped back into making those sexy noises of his, proving that he’d fought through the instinct to pull away and had won.

  Victory. I can’t wait to taste it.

  Braden picked up the pace. He thought he’d done one hell of a job just in keeping Rodrigo primed for more, but then Abby whimpered this purring little sound, and Braden realized he was stirring Abby up just as much as Rodrigo and himself. He looked down at Abby and saw eyes nearly in a haze as she darted her gaze all over Rodrigo and Braden, taking in everything they did. Her chest rose and fell in small panting breaths, and she had both hands under her skirt, clearly between her legs. Braden couldn’t see anything, but he fucking envisioned her fingering that snug pussy of hers, and he knew she would be soaking wet. Braden’s fleeting thought of making Rodrigo come by his hand, then getting in a shower and finally having a late meal flew from his mind. His libido suddenly surged for an even more intimate mating for all three of them.

  Breaking through the sounds of three people breathing unevenly, Braden said, “Let us see you warm up, honey, but don’t let yourself come.” Abby’s shocked gaze lifted to his. “Pull up that skirt again.” Braden felt Rodrigo’s attention shift down to her fully too. “Let us watch what you’re doing to yourself.”

  Without a word, Abby actually pushed her skirt down her legs and off her body rather than bunching it around her waist, leaving her only in cowboy boots. On the floor, leaning against the cabinets, Abby spread her thighs and showed off the bounty she had to offer. She licked two fingers, and both Braden and Rodrigo shuddered. On the way down to her pussy, Abby ran those slick fingertips over her nipples, streaking shiny little lines of saliva across her pale skin. She put her fingers in her mouth again and proceeded to anoint them as completely as she’d done to Rodrigo’s cock, a sight that had both men, still connected, moaning and tilting forward as if she’d transfer that talented tongue onto them. A light popping noise mingled with the smells of sex in the air as Abby withdrew those two digits and delved them through the curly down of auburn hair at the apex of her thighs. She kept going, rubbing all along her slit, and teased the plump folds of her sex enough to make herself moan and jerk her hips. She ran her fingers over her pussy again, and this time her eyelids fell to half-mast as she tapped at her clit and then went back down to push just her fingertips into her body.

  Jesus Christ. It was like watching a sports figure at the top of his game. Her game, Braden corrected as his cock swelled. Aggressively. Inside Rodrigo’s ass. Fuck.

  Braden released Rodrigo’s dick and pulled his cock out of the man’s ass before Abby gave them such a show
he unloaded twice in one condom. He tore off the rubber and tossed it aside just as Abby widened the stance of her legs and slid farther down the floor. Her fingers slowly picked up speed as she moved back and forth between her entrance and clit and she started to lift her hips to meet her own hand.

  Turning Rodrigo toward him, Braden yanked them front to front. He mashed their cocks together and started jerking them off as one. Rodrigo grunted and shoved his hand down to join Braden’s, and together they rubbed their shafts against one another to a nearly painful degree while watching Abby slip deeper and deeper into the pleasure of her own touch.

  Not yet, you don’t.

  A flashing picture of exactly what Braden wanted appeared in his mind in 3-D Technicolor. It pulled such a twisting rope of need between Braden’s heart and cock he almost doubled over where he stood.

  I need it right now.

  Never had such an ache for a connection between three people at once torn through Braden with such power it rendered him speechless. Instead of talking, Braden whipped his hand down, wrapped his fingers around Abby’s upper arm, and hauled her to her feet. At the same, he moved forward, which forced Rodrigo to walk backward until Rodrigo’s thighs hit the edge of Abby’s kitchen table.

  Braden managed to get “up” past his throat as he maneuvered Rodrigo onto the table and pulled his ass right to the edge. Braden then stepped in closer and forced the man’s thighs wide apart with his own. He took both their cocks in hand again and fused them together.

  Oh fuck, yes.

  Glancing to Abby at their side, Braden imagined he must look like an untamed animal, and in truth, he felt like something primal who only understood how to take what was his. What he wanted. What he needed.

  These two people.