by Nicki Rowe
“Look at me,” he says when I come to a stop in front of him.
I look up. His dark eyes are even darker since his pupils are blown wide with lust. Somewhere in the time that my attention was on Lucky he had lost his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. His broad chest is on glorious display. His brown nipples are hard, a large smattering of dark hair covers his chest, narrows between his pecs and trails down the hard ridges of his abs and into the top of his pants, spreading out into a wild patch of black pubes. The beginnings of a tattoo starts near his collarbone and disappears on his back. His pants are opened showing that he's not wearing underwear, the head of his cock is poking out of his jeans, the ring of his Prince Albert is shining in the light.
I lick my lips at the sight of this gorgeous, imposing man in front of me. I can't believe he is mine, even if it is just for a night.
“Remove my pants.”
I kneel in front of him and slowly remove his jeans. His lifts off the bed, making my job easier. I push his pants to the floor, but remain kneeling in front of him. My eyes trained on the monster of a cock in front of me. Lucky has girth, but Declan has both girth and length.
“Do you want to taste it.”
“Please.” My voice comes out in a breathy whisper.
“Go on, Alexander. Let me keep my promise to you.”
My throat is already bruised from the beating it took from Lucky, but still I swallow Declan down as far as I can get him. Tears spring to my eyes again, and he isn't even all the way in. The head is already down my throat, but there's still a part of him that is exposed. I wrap my fingers around that exposed part, bringing my hand up as I slide his dick out of my mouth, twisting my fist as I come to the end.
He moans, throwing his head back. He collapse back against the pillows.
“Callum.” His voice his hoarse in a different way than before. He's not demanding, it's like he barely has control over himself, like at any minute he could blow and he's begging for the release. “Kiss me, Callum.”
My eyes are closed but I can feel Lucky moving to the bed. Over the sound of my sucking I can hear them kissing ferociously. I want to watch. I want to see them devour each others' mouths, but I keep sucking. I take Declan deep every time. He tastes different than Lucky, saltier but in no way less pleasant. I deep throat him to the point where I actually make gagging sounds. I'm choking on him, but I don't stop. I won't stop until he tells me to.
I suck him for what feels like forever. I can feel his body tensing, and his hands go to my hair, but he doesn't push himself further into my mouth; he rips me away from him. He pulls my body up to my feet, towards him, and I land on him unceremoniously. I hiss as his hot skin hits my over sensitive flesh. Our dicks rub together, and I moan, humping against him. One of his hands comes down on my ass, the other wraps around my body, stilling my movements.
Fuck me, please, I beg him in my mind, willing him to finally take me.
He looks into my eyes. His lips swollen from kissing Lucky. Lucky's fingers are trailing over my spine, sending ripples of electricity throughout my body. I am aware of everywhere Declan's body is touching mine. I am very aware that Lucky's leg is rubbing up and down my leg. I am very aware that the air isn't only filled with sex and sweat, but also this never ending, almost tangible energy that seems to manifest whenever the three of us are around each other.
“Did I keep my promise, Alexander?”
“Yes.” My throat hurts so much the word comes out as a rasp. Every inch of it burns.
Declan nods. “I think it is only right that we return the favor, don't you think, Cal?”
Lucky hums, his trailing fingers roaming closer and closer to the crack of my ass. I want him to touch me even lower, to push those fingers into my hole. “I think you're right, Dec.”
“Stand up.”
I stand, already missing the contact of Declan's body and Lucky's fingers. I'm actually shaking with how much I want them—no, how much I need them—to fuck me. Together they climb off the bed. Declan hauls Lucky to him, giving him a scorching kiss. Damn, is the only word I can think of to describe what it's like watching them kiss each other. Then they turn to me, Declan goes around behind me while Lucky sinks to his knees at my front. Declan kneels behind me, his hands knead my ass, spreading the cheeks apart the second Lucky's fist encircles me. I hiss in a breath.
“Such a perfect, pink hole,” Declan praises. “You should see this, Callum.”
“Later.” Lucky says, slowly stroking up my shaft. “Right now I want to play with this.”
Lucky licks up the length of my dick. His thumb plays over the slit, gathering my pre-cum, spreading it around the tip. My hips are jutting back and forth, seeking more contact from Declan and then more contact from Lucky. I want to scream, and pant, and writhe, and beg.
“Please, please, please.”
“You're so greedy, Alexander” Declan admonishes, his fingers playing with the entrance to my hole, but not entering me.
Then his tongue is on me, licking a stripe from taint to tailbone. I moan, my hips moving back away from Lucky and his ministrations on my dick, seeking more of Declan's mouth.
Lucky's mouth is back on me, working my cock. He swallows me down, and my hips shoot forward, pushing even further down his throat.
“Please,” I beg again. Part of me wants it to end, to cum. The other part of me wants this to last forever. “Please.”
They take their time with me. Lucky sucks on the head of my dick while Declan rubs his fingers along the crack of my ass. I just want to cum. I just want someone to fuck me. I need to feel one of them inside of me.
“Callum,” Declan says, “bring me the lube and and a condom.”
I want to cheer. Finally! Finally someone was going to fuck me!
Lucky sets my dick free and goes to find what Declan asks him for, but I can't focus on that; the second Lucky lets go of my cock, Declan's tongue is in me, spearing me, working my hole open. I push my ass back against his face, seeking deeper contact. A finger enters my hole along with his tongue, and I whimper.
“Oh my God. Declan.”
Lucky returns, handing Declan the lube and condom. I want him to touch me, but he isn't. He is watching Declan eat my ass, working his hand on his cock. I reach out for him, he is just out of reach.
“Please, Lucky. Please, touch me.”
“This is Declan's time, Alex. I'll be yours soon enough.”
I don't know what he means by that, but I don't ask. I can't think about anything with Declan's tongue and fingers working my ass open. But then his tongue and fingers are gone, and I want to cry, beg, demand he go back to what he was doing.
“Keep prepping him,” Declan commands Lucky.
Lucky goes behind me, easily working two fingers in my hole. His fingers are already lubed, but I don't remember hearing the shick of the lube cap. Had I been that out of it? Again I can't think. Lucky's fingers are crooking inside of me, pressing against my prostate. I moan, arching my back. He enters another finger, again pushing against my prostate, bringing me to the edge. My balls draw up tight. I am about to explode, but Lucky's other hand comes around, gripping me at the base, cutting off my orgasm.
“What the—” I nearly growl.
“You aren't allowed to cum until we have both been inside of you.”
With those words, Lucky removes both of his hands and Declan is back behind me. His sheathed cock nudges at my entrance. Lucky spreads more lube on me and Declan's cock. One of Declan's arms goes around me, pulling me flush against him as he enters me. Nothing could have prepared me for the stretch and burn of Declan's cock.
Fuck.
Me.
It hurts so motherfucking good.
Declan pushes in slowly, stilling when he knows the pain is getting too much for me. Somehow it feels like he is in tune with my body. He stops when he knows it's too much, and goes when he knows I am ready to take him again. I don't even have to utter a word.
Finally, he bottoms out. H
is body is flush against mine. He's so deep inside of me I can feel him in every nerve ending. I am so full of him, I can't think, can't breathe, can't function. I just want to stay like this with him inside of me for a long while.
I look for Lucky. I want to look at him while Declan fucks me. I need to know that all three of us are connected in this moment. Lucky's on the bed, his hand working his cock again. There's an expression on his face, almost serene as he watches us, like he's completely out of it.
“Lucky?” I ask.
“You two together....” He shakes his head. “No words.”
Declan gently pushes between my shoulder blades, making me drop so I am on all fours. He slides out slowly. So. Fucking. Slowly. I can feel every inch of him leaving me, dragging along my insides. Then he enters me again.
My body bows as he pushes into me, quicker than the first time, but still not fast enough. I am still tense like a coiled spring ready to let go. I want to let go. My head drops, my eyes squeeze shut.
“No, Alex,” Lucky's voice says from above me. “Look at me while he fucks you.”
I look up at Lucky. Declan is picking up speed, his balls slapping my ass. My insides feel like they are on fire. He's moving my entire body forward with the force of his thrusts. His hands are gripping my hips to the point of bruises. Each of his grunts radiates through him and up my spine.
“Ungh,” a moan escapes my lips as I meet him thrust for thrust.
My hands dig into the floor, clawing at the wood. I know I am panting; I can hear it, but I am also aware of it, like I am outside of my body. Declan adjusts, spreading his legs wider, I fall to my elbows. I want to keep looking at Lucky, but I physically can't. My head drops to my arms. The new angle is even better than before.
With each thrust Declan pegs my prostate. My back arches, the spring inside of me is getting ready to uncoil, everything blinks white behind my eyes......
Declan's hand quickly comes around and squeezes off my orgasm.
I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a whine. “Please, Declan. Let me cum.”
He kisses between my shoulder blades as he slips out of me. And it's then as my body begins to feel empty without him inside of me that I realize he hasn't came either.
I look back at him. “You didn't cum?”
He soothes a hand over my hair. The move is intimate, but I don't care. I need it. “Not yet, Alex, but I will.”
Lucky shifts off the bed and comes behind me. He flips me over, pillows are gathered under my hips so that I am angled with my back on the floor but my ass is elevated. Lucky enters me easily since I am still stretched out from Declan. But still I moan as he enters me, filling me.
I search for Declan. He's sitting to my left, his hand goes around my shaft.
“Do you want to come now?”
I get lost in his dark gaze. “Please.”
At this angle Lucky hits my prostate with every thrust. One of Declan's hands is around my shaft pumping in time to Lucky's movements. His other hand is fondling my balls, rolling them in his palm. It doesn't take long until my back bows off of the floor, my balls tighten and white spots dance behind my eyes. This time neither of them stops me from coming.
I scream as I blow all over me, Declan and Lucky. Ropes of sticky jizz cover Declan's hands, and mine and Lucky's stomachs.
I'm still floating, stars twinkling behind my eyes. It's not until I am coming back down to earth that I realize that Lucky didn't cum inside of me either. When I completely come back down I realized that they have moved and rid themselves of their condoms. Declan is kneeling at my head, and Lucky is straddling me just above my thighs. The pillows under me are gone; I am spread eagle on the floor.
They are pumping themselves over me in a synchronized rhythm. Their movements are frantic. The sound of them grunting and my panting are filling the room. It only takes a couple of pumps, but soon they are simultaneously spilling all over me. Their cum hits my stomach, my chest, my face. They both shout my name as they orgasm. When they come back down they collapse. Lucky falls on top of me, smearing their combined cum into my skin. Declan rolls to the side, but his fingers are stroking over mine and Lucky's arms.
I lick some of their spunk from my chin and smile. “Best night ever.”
Declan
“We should take a shower,” I suggest.
It's been a while since the three of us had come back down after our orgasms. The cum has dried on Alex's body, leaving crusty spots all over him. His fingers are rubbing over my abs, making little shudders go through me. I look at Callum, he looks content, peaceful. He's laying on Alex's other side, their hands tangled together.
They groan in unison, but roll to their feet. I lead them into the spacious bathroom off of the bedroom and begin the shower. Alex lets out a low whistle. I look over my shoulder at him, he's looking around our bathroom with his mouth hanging open. I raise an eyebrow at him.
“What?”
“You're bathroom is amazing.”
I look around, seeing my bathroom through his eyes. Our bathroom is painted in a light blue-gray with white trim, the fixtures are all chrome, the counter top a dark quartz. Our shower has three heads and is large enough to have a small orgy in—trust me, Callum and I tried with a few other people. The tiles under our feet are heated, but those are not turned on at the moment. I guess it is kind of amazing. Callum's parents are well off and helped us pay for most of the house. I have been working my ass off since I was fifteen, plus I still had a little bit of money from being a part of the MMA circuit for eleven years. I got paid pretty well to beat the shit out of people for entertainment. So, we were able to afford extra things like heated floors and the double ovens I had asked for in the kitchen.
“You're entire house is amazing.”
Callum chuckles, pulling Alex to him by wrapping an arm around his neck. He plants a kiss to his head. Usually Callum isn't so touchy-feely with the men we bring home once the threeway is over, and I suppose I should be jealous by this tactile display of affection, but I just can't find the emotion in me. I smile at their exchange.
Once the water is hot, almost hot enough to burn, we all step in. Even though there are three shower heads we all squeeze under one, our bodies wet and rubbing together. Hands are everywhere. I'm kissing Callum's shoulders and spine as he kisses Alex. As Callum soaps up the loofah, I turn my attention to Alex, devouring his mouth with mine, sweeping inside his wet heat with my tongue. Callum's hands wash my back as I kiss Alex. Callum's soapy hand comes around, fisting both of our already hard cocks in his hand.
“Round two?” Callum asks, wagging his eyebrows.
Before we get a chance to answer Callum is pumping our erections. Alex's hands claw at my shoulders. His head falls back.
“I want to watch the both of you,” he breathes out, teeth biting together to stave off his orgasm.
He looks at us with such an intense gaze I find it hard to refuse him. I turn, releasing Alex. He sags slightly against the tiled wall, the stream of the water from one of the other heads hits his body, sliding down the plane of his stomach. For a moment I get lost watching a bead of water roll from his neck, down his chest, and down his leg. When I look up, he's watching me. His lips curling in a sexy smile. I want to reach out and touch him, but I feel glued to the spot under his gaze.
Callum pulls me up against him from behind so my back is against his front. His hands roam over me, touching me all over, tweaking my nipples, scratching at my arms and abs. “What do you want us to do, Alex?”
“I want to see Declan suck you off.”
Alex's hands are rigid against the wall, his brown eyes are lidded. There's a flush on his body that I am not sure is from the hot water or arousal. His eyes meet mine again and he nods at me slightly. I am usually the one giving commands in the bedroom, but I like the role reversal. It's unexpected.
I sink to my knees in front of Callum, his curved dick right in my sight line. I flick my tongue over his slit. A moan vibra
tes through him, and he pushes his hips forward. I descend on his shaft slowly, enveloping him into my mouth inch by inch until I hit the base of his cock and there is nothing left for him to give me. With my other hand I reach between his legs, cupping his balls, rolling them around with my fingers while I suck.
“Finger him,” comes Alex's breathless demand. Over the stream of the water I can hear him working his cock. I want to see what he looks like watching us, but I can't tear my eyes away from Callum. His honey eyes are drawing me in, demanding me to suck him harder. “I want to see your fingers disappear inside of him.”
I let go of Callum so we can turn, giving Alex a full view of Callum's ass. Even though I can't see the backside of Callum, I know every inch of his body like the back of my hand. His ass is two perfect globes covered in freckles, on his left cheek is a birthmark strangely shaped like the state of Texas. I bite it every chance I get.
I slide my fingers up Callum's leg, starting at the back of his knee and to his crack. I spread his cheeks, giving Alex a view of Callum's perfect pucker. Alex hisses in a breath.
“Fuck, that's beautiful.”
I agree. I still want to see Alex fuck him, maybe if there was more time....but the sun is already turning the sky pink and orange with the incoming dawn. I can see it through the skylight above our shower.
My fingers slide in between Callum's cheeks. One finger slides into his heat, pumping in and out of him in a torturing unhurried pace. His hands are digging into my shoulder, and I take his cock back into my mouth as I spear him with another finger.
I work him into a frenzy. He's panting, begging for release. Curses and pleas fall from his lips.
“Stop.”
We both still, Callum's hands are curled into the flesh on my shoulders. I pull my fingers from his ass, and release his cock with a wet sounding pop. We both look at Alex, his cock is still hard, his hand is circled around the base to cut off an orgasm.
“I want to see you fuck.”
