Three

by Chloe Lynn Ellis

  I’m about to say it, but then Johnny pulls away from her pretty mouth and gives me a look that has mine going dry.

  “Go,” Eden says, giving him a sexy smile and a little push. “You’ve wanted this forever.”

  Johnny’s halfway to me when her words register, and my hand goes still on my cock out of sheer surprise.

  “What’s this now?” I ask, looking between the two of them. “Eden knew that you and I… I mean, are you saying that even before we—”

  “Yeah,” Johnny says, cutting me off as I stumble over the idea. He’s stopped just out of arm’s reach, and he gives me a wary look. “She’s, uh, she’s known for a while now.”

  Oh, shit. I’m killing the mood, yeah? But I can’t stop my mouth, still trying to wrap my head around it.

  “A while?” I repeat, feeling… well, not sure what I’m feeling, actually.

  I guess the thing is that I thought me and Johnny was sort of my idea. I was relieved as all hell that he got on board so fast, but is he actually saying he wanted it before I did?

  Or at least, before I let myself admit that I did?

  He’s nodding, and Eden’s biting that lip of hers, and both of them are looking at me like they’re not sure what to expect from me… which makes three of us.

  “How long?” I ask him, although why it matters I’m not sure.

  He goes a little pale, and I suddenly realize I’m being a dick. Because it doesn’t matter, why would it? It just… well, guess it just caught me off guard is all.

  I don’t like being the one to make him look like that, though, and I’m moving before I even realize it. One arm around his waist and the other pulling his head down to mine, forehead to forehead, so I can look right in his eyes.

  “Hey,” I say, feeling all sorts of things for him that almost seem too big for words. “That’s hot, yeah? You really wanted this? Thought about this? Even before we hooked up at the station?”

  “At the station?” Eden whispers, following the words with a sexy little sound that’s got my cock reminding me just how ready for action it is right now.

  Gonna get some, too… but not yet. Not with my boy still all tense and worried and it being my fault.

  Johnny’s sort of frozen, but my arms are locked around him and I look into his eyes and wait, because we both know that I’m not going to let it go until he answers me.

  “Yeah,” he finally says quietly. “I’ve… I’ve wanted you for… for a while, Matty.”

  And now it’s my turn to go still. Not gonna say that hearing that from him doesn’t turn me on, because it does, but it also does some other things, too.

  It warms something inside me… but it hurts a little, too.

  This is Johnny, and the idea of him having something so big inside him and not feeling like he could share it with me… I don’t like that. I don’t like that at all. And worse? Looking back at what a dick I’ve been about things, I know it wasn’t just about him keeping a secret. It was about me hurting him… and that kills me.

  You know what else it kills, though? That twinge about the gay—bi, whatever—thing. Fuck that. That’s not gonna happen anymore. Not even a little bit.

  I squeeze my eyes closed, and—well, not gonna lie, my dick is still hard as fuck, but for a second I’m not thinking about it. Then Eden’s running a soft hand over me. Soothing me. Turning me on. I open my eyes and she’s doing the same to Johnny, and suddenly—well, I’m a guy, yeah?—other considerations are sort of pushed aside and I’m right back to thinking with my dick.

  She comes up on her tiptoes and kisses me, sweet and hot and dirty, her mouth curving into a smile against mine. Then she turns and does the same to Johnny.

  “You two… hooked up… at the… the station.”

  Eden’s sort of breathing out the words under her breath, breathing a little harder now as she touches us, and fuck if I can’t read her mind. Still got my eyes locked on Johnny, but I can see it out of the corner of my eye—she licks her lips and looks between the two of us, and I can’t help grinning.

  Yeah, I can read her mind all right… but kinda wish I could see into it right now, too, because I have no doubt that I’d get off on whatever she’s picturing me and Johnny doing together.

  “Dirty girl,” I whisper to her, loosening my grip on Johnny and winking at her as I slide the hand I had around his waist onto hers, then down to squeeze her sweet little ass.

  She laughs, breathless and low, but doesn’t deny it, and I finally feel Johnny relax.

  “How long have you wanted Matt, Johnny?” Eden asks him, sounding breathless and horny and like she’s on the verge of coming just thinking about it. “Since… since before you met me?”

  He nods, and fuuuuuuuuuuck. Really? That’s hot to think about, yeah?

  “Since… since you both became firefighters?” she asks, obviously agreeing with me on the hot factor, given how she’s practically moaning now.

  Johnny nods again, then groans when she shoves his shorts out of the way and gets his cock in her hand. She does the same to me, stroking us both, and I’m groaning right along with him. Pushing into her grip. Feeling a little staggered on the inside, too, though. Johnny’s wanted me for six years?

  No shit?

  “Did you want Matt back when you were in high school, Johnny?” Eden asks, panting as she gets us there. “Did you… did you watch him in the locker room? Want to touch him back then? Did you want—”

  “Yeah,” he grits out, cutting her off. He’s got his eyes locked on hers this whole time, and Eden’s biting that lip of hers again, clearly turned the fuck on but also doing some more of that serious, silent, eyeball-to-eyeball communication with him.

  “I wanted all of it,” Johnny says, staring right at her. “Still do.”

  Then they both smile, and those are some dirty, dirty smiles that make me want to do even dirtier things to both of them. Guess they make Eden feel the same, because suddenly she’s sinking to her knees.

  Taking him in her mouth while she keeps jerking me with her hand.

  Moaning around that fat cock of his and making me just about lose it when she switches and swallows me down, too.

  I’ve still got a hold of Johnny, my hand wrapped around the back of his neck, and I tighten my grip until he looks at me, and fuck if it isn’t hot to be this close to him while she takes care of both of us like this.

  Something I need to know, though, and I want to see his answer, not just hear it. I pin him with my eyes. “How… how long, bro? How long you wanted this?”

  Johnny’s eyes are glazing over from Eden’s attention, but he holds my gaze. “Since forever, Matty.”

  I swallow. I’ve been a fucking idiot, then. Why the hell did I waste so much time?

  “You ever… ever jerk off thinking of me?” I ask, and now I’ve got one hand tangled in Eden’s hair and the other on his cock while she’s back to sucking mine.

  I stroke him.

  Once.

  Twice.

  Just giving a demo of what I’m asking about, yeah?

  That telltale pink stain spreads across Johnny’s cheeks again and he laughs—the low, shaky one that gets me going hard—and tries to look away… but nope. This is my show right now. I keep a tight grip on the back of his neck, still stroking, and keep him looking right at me.

  Eden rocks back on her heels, letting my dick slide out of her mouth with a wet plop, and looks up at us.

  “Oh, please,” she says, practically moaning as she looks up at us. “Please say yes.”

  Johnny gets even pinker, giving me my answer, and fuck if that isn’t hot to think about.

  “Come on now,” I say, real quiet-like since we’re all three already up close and personal and my mouth is suddenly dry as fuck with wanting. “Tell me… tell me about it, bro.”

  And look at me, suddenly the breathless one.

  “Shit, Matty,” he whispers, which isn’t an answer… but kind of is, too, what with the way his voice came out as pure, u
nadulterated sex and all. “I—”

  “You used to imagine us together?” I push him. “Me right in the other room and you rubbing one out on the other side of the wall? Thinking about… what? The two of us… fucking? Touching each other, like we were today?”

  Johnny’s breathing hard, Eden panting at our feet, and we’re so close I can taste his breath.

  So close that my cock is rubbing against his.

  So close it’s making me crazy. Greedy. I want it all.

  “You ever… ever think of being down on your knees like Eden is, Johnny? You ever wanted to suck my—”

  He moans so loud it shuts me up, squeezing his eyes closed and giving me a tiny nod, and fuck if I don’t just about come right there.

  “Do it,” Eden says breathlessly. “Oh, Lord, Johnny. Come do it.”

  She’s touching herself. I’ve still got my eyes locked on my boy, but I hear her hand moving, fast and wet between her legs, I hear those gasping breaths of hers that give her away, and fuck if knowing she’s watching doesn’t ramp me up even higher.

  “You wanna suck my cock, Johnny?” I ask him, and I’ve gotta wrap my hand around it tight, just to keep from shooting off as I say it. “Do you want—”

  “Fuck, yeah,” he says, not even letting me finish before he’s on his knees.

  And then—

  Oh fuck oh Christ oh my fucking God, Johnny’s got my cock in his mouth.

  My eyes roll back in my head.

  My legs almost give out.

  Johnny swallows me down like he needs it, and the sight is so fucking hot I almost can’t stand it.

  “Shit, Johnny,” I croak, grabbing on for dear life. It’s so fucking good that for a moment, the rest of my body ceases to exist. There’s just my cock, halfway down his throat, and that hot, wet, perfect mouth of his, stretched around it.

  Jesus, it looks amazing to see him on my dick like this. Lips spread wide, cheeks hollowed out, eyes glued to mine. I can’t fucking breathe. Johnny knows exactly what he’s doing to me… and fully intends on wrecking me, doesn’t he?

  And Christ, yes, wreck me, please.

  I want him to.

  I’ll thank him after.

  I’ll promise him my firstborn just for just the possibility of a chance that he might want to do it again.

  “Johnny,” I grit out, the end rushing at me fast and furious as he goes to work. “Johnny, bro, I’m gonna… you’re… oh, Christ.”

  So good.

  So… fucking… good.

  “You’re going to come,” Eden whispers, sounding just as wrecked as I feel. “Matt, you’re going to come in his mouth, aren’t you?”

  Oh, fuck, I want to. More than life.

  Eden’s gasping now as she watches, and I can tell she’s getting herself close, too.

  “You’re… you’re going to come right down his throat?” she asks, panting.

  Johnny moans around my cock, and I almost do. Is Eden trying to make me?

  “Please say you’re not going to pull out. Say he can… can taste it.”

  Oh fuck. Fuck. I’m panting right along with her. Knees shaking. Fingers digging into Johnny’s skull as my balls pull up, heavy and tight.

  Eden’s killing me. Johnny’s killing me. And oh my fucking God, this is exactly the death I want.

  Every day.

  Over and over.

  I’m in fucking heaven.

  And then Johnny’s hand is on my balls, his touch shooting sweet fire through them.

  Priming them.

  Getting them ready to blow.

  And then he swallows me all the way down—all the way—face pressed against me and throat tight around my cock, gagging himself.

  “Oh fuck,” I gasp, seeing stars.

  “Let him swallow it,” Eden pants, leaning against my thigh and sounding just as wrecked as I feel. “Let him swallow all of it.”

  Johnny pulls off, gasping for breath, then does it again, and I moan like a fucking porn star. He’s got one arm locked around my hip, holding me in place, and he keeps taking me deep… sucking me hard… doing some shit with his tongue that’s straight-up magic and looking so damn into it that I don’t think I’m gonna have a choice.

  I can’t hold out like this.

  I can’t.

  He’s sexy as hell, and he’s not letting up, not even with Eden egging me on.

  Not even when my balls finally clench tight and that sweet fire inside them starts to spread.

  Not even when I start to shake, knowing for sure that it’s already too late as I try to gasp out a warning anyway.

  “So… so fucking good, baby. I can’t—” Jesus, did I just call him baby? “—I can’t last… like this… Johnny, fuck fuck fuck Johnny. I’m gonna… I’m coming. I’m coming, baby, shit shit shit SHIT YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.”

  Oh, Jesus. Oh my fucking God. I come so hard I’m shaking with it. He’s got me pinned with relentless eye contact the whole time, making me crazy, and fuck yes, he does swallow it. It’s sloppy as hell, but he takes as much as he can and just keeps looking up at me like he wants even more. He chokes on some of it and some spills down his chin, but that hot mouth of his just keeps milking me through it like a rockstar, sucking out every drop until it’s finally too much for me to take, and my knees really do give out.

  “Fucking hell, Johnny,” I whisper, sinking down to the couch and looking at him with a whole new set of eyes. “That was—”

  “So hot,” Eden breathes out, finishing for me. “Oh, Lord, Johnny, that was amazing.”

  Fuck yeah, it was.

  He’s amazing, and so is she.

  “Love your cock, Matty,” Johnny says, voice raw. Rasping. Wrecked.

  Then he gives Eden the tiniest push and she tumbles right onto my lap, her lush ass landing on my spent cock. Pretty sure she already made herself come once, but she spreads her legs for him with a moan, greedy little thing.

  “Love this, too,” Johnny says, dipping his head to press a hot, sloppy kiss against her wet center.

  Our girl starts to tremble, burying her hands in Johnny’s thick hair, and I pull her back against me—her back flush with my chest. I fill my hands with her lush breasts and watch Johnny eat her out, and when she starts to moan, I can feel her whole body vibrate in my arms.

  “Johnny,” she gasps, arching up against him, grinding that ass down on me. “Oh, yes. Oh, please.”

  God, she’s incredible. Uninhibited and beautiful and ours.

  Johnny has her coming hard in moments with that magic mouth of his, and then he’s up on his knees and spreading her thighs even wider, right there on my lap.

  “Jesus, Eden,” he groans. “Need you.”

  Made sure a week ago that we’re all in the clear for bareback, so he doesn’t wait. Just drives that fat cock of his deep into her with one thrust, and the look on his face when he buries himself to the hilt in that sweet, tight pussy of hers has my spent dick doing its damnedest to come back to life.

  Can’t quite manage it yet, but with the two of them as motivation?

  Soon.

  Hella soon.

  Eden moans, wrapping her legs around Johnny’s waist, and I hold her hips steady as Johnny starts to pound into her.

  “Please please please,” she sobs, that pretty, pretty begging of hers that always means she’s close.

  He’s about to make her come again.

  “Jesus, that’s fucking hot, Johnny,” I whisper.

  He gives me a scorching smile over her head. “Not as hot… as it will be… when I make her… scream.”

  Oh, fuck.

  I groan, my recovery time improving by the second. I’m already half-hard again.

  Johnny wraps one of those big hands around Eden’s thigh, shifting her leg higher and then holding it up at an angle. He gets one of his feet under him for leverage, and then—

  Holy Christ, the man can fuck.

  “Ohhhhhh,” Eden moans, writhing on my lap. She’s begging him again in no time.
Desperate for it. Panting and clutching Johnny tight, shaking in my arms as he pushes her hard.

  Pushes her right up to the edge.

  And Jesus, does it ever get me going to have him fucking her right between my legs. My hands are full of Eden’s lush curves, and fucking hell, the way he’s got her going? It’s like holding onto a live wire—hot as hell and energizing the fuck out of my cock.

  Eden’s sweet, soft ass grinds against me over and over as Johnny pistons into her, and her needy cries overlap his ragged, gasping breaths, filling the air around the three of us until it’s like swimming in sex.

  “Johnny… Johnny… John—ohhhhhhhhhhhh.”

  When Eden finally screams for him, I’m hard all over again, and I only get harder as Johnny slams into her again and again, fucking her right through it as she comes.

  And then he’s coming, too. It’s fucking beautiful. Hard body taut with ecstasy. Groaning. Grinding against her. Giving her everything he’s got and gasping with the aftermath as he finally starts to come down from it.

  And me? I’m groaning right along with him, locked and loaded and ready for another round. And you want to know what heaven really is? It’s these two. Johnny taking her mouth in a wet, sloppy kiss right in front of me after he comes… Eden’s happy sigh as she turns her head and gives me one, too… me pulling Johnny in close so I can kiss him, too… tasting both of us on his tongue.

  “You done, princess?” Johnny whispers in Eden’s ear when he finally pulls out. “’Cause seems like Matty’s ready to take you there all over again.”

  She’s boneless. Completely fucked out. But she’s ours, and she’s fucking perfect, so she looks over her shoulder at me—lip caught between her teeth—and asks in that breathy, sexy voice of hers: “Oh, Matt. Could you?”

  Johnny knew our girl would be a yes. He’s already lifting her off me… turning her around to face me, and oh… fuck.

  It’s so good.

  Eden sinks right down onto my cock—tight, hot, and so wet I’m dizzy with it—and with Johnny’s hands on her ass, rocking her against me, and her mouth back on mine, tasting like heaven, I know for sure that I’m gonna die happy.