by Jayne Rylon
“At this time of night?” Kaden wonders.
“It’s not exactly a nine-to-five job.” He chuckles, though it’s the sort without much humor.
“Thanks for taking such good care of Rogan. I really do appreciate it,” Kaden says.
Santiago nods. “You’re welcome.”
“Goodnight.” I have an urge to kiss his cheek when I say it. I don’t.
As we drift toward the hallway, he calls softly, “You guys think hard. If you decide a ménage is really what’s best for you as a couple, you know I’m in. I could never say no to you.”
This time, when we return to our bed, there are no more disturbances. I spend an hour or two really considering the ramifications of a fuckfest with Santiago and Kaden. The more I visualize it, the more I can only see the positives. Like how incredible it would be to suck both their cocks at the same time, or to be fucked by Kaden while Santiago watches.
“I guess I know what your final answer is,” Kaden murmurs sleepily at some point. “You’re about to poke a hole in me with that thing.”
“Uh, sorry.” I attempt to shift, angling my hips away from him.
He doesn’t let me go. Instead, Kaden takes my hand and uses it to cover his equally hard cock. He doesn’t allow me to stroke him or grant him any relief. He makes it clear he’s into it, too.
“You’re right, Rogan.” He kisses me softly. “If we don’t get a handle on whatever this is, we’re going to spiral out of control. For you, for Cortez, and mostly for myself…I’m going to do it. Bring on the wild monkey sex.”
“Tomorrow just got a lot more interesting.” I’m nervous and excited at once.
Even still, I’m more peaceful than I’ve been in a while. Because if Kaden and I can work through this, we can work through anything.
“Rest up. You’re going to need to be at the top of your game tomorrow.” Kaden kisses my forehead like he does every night before bed.
“I promise I’ll live up to your bragging.”
“No doubt in my mind.” He holds me close as our breathing shallows out.
Eventually I slip into a dreamless, rejuvenating slumber.
So do the other two men in our house.
32
Kaden
The next morning I lock eyes with Rogan, then take his hand in mine. After another quick double-check, I’m sure. We’re in complete agreement.
Foolish or not, we’re leaping together.
He squeezes my fingers and nods. So I clear my throat and yell, “Cortez!”
His slightly uneven gait is still fast as fuck as he dashes into our bedroom, gun drawn, and scans the area.
“Whoa. Sorry, didn’t mean to alarm you.” I put my hands up as if he’s going to arrest me. Does he own handcuffs? Hmm…a question for another time. “Could you put that away? It’s not the weapon we’re interested in checking out right now.”
“What’s this about? I didn’t get the No-Pants Saturday memo. Don’t the two of you own any clothes?” He engages the safety on his gun, then tucks it into the holster at his hip. He’s wearing jeans sans a shirt. The gorgeous sculpted chest I used to know so well is pocked with scars. He’s still handsome as ever, and seems even stronger now that I know how much he can endure.
I hope for an hour or two we can soothe his pain.
Cortez flicks his greedy stare between Rogan and me. Our nude bodies and stiff cocks are on display. For him.
As if our dicks are the world’s flashiest lures and he’s a powerful marlin, we reel him in. He stalks closer to the bed step by step. When he’s no more than two feet in front of us, I let him off the hook. “It’s pretty obvious to us both that there are unresolved emotions lingering between you and me, plus a new attraction blossoming between you and Rogan. We decided it’s best not to waste this chance to get it out of our systems. He’s mine. And for today at least, I’m yours again. So use us wisely.”
“Are you sure?” He doesn’t pounce immediately. “There’s no taking this back. What if I screw up what’s between you?”
“I guess we’ll figure it out if that happens.” I bite my lip and look at Rogan. He’s smiling softly, reassuring me.
Still, Cortez doesn’t advance. “So this is, what? An isolated hook up, right? One last fuck—spiced up by Rogan—so you and I can both move on?”
“I guess.” I shrug. My gut says a single taste might not be enough to satisfy my appetite. But what exactly did Rogan sign up for?
We probably should have been more explicit about that in our discussion. I haven’t even thought beyond what it will feel like to be sandwiched between him and Cortez. After that, my ability to reason pretty much evaporated.
“So are you going to get it on with us or not?” I mash Cortez’s buttons with everything I have. If he walks away now, it will devastate me. Again. “If you’ve got better things to do this morning, I’ll find someone else. I’m not going to disappoint Rogan now that he’s decided to experiment with being naughty.”
Cortez shoots us a wry smile. “Same insubordinate Kaden, I see. I should be a better man and turn you two idiots away before you fuck yourselves up.”
Rogan opens his mouth as if to argue. One stern look from Cortez has him shutting it with a click of his teeth. Unleashed, Cortez is even more glorious than I remembered. Though it might not seem like it if you didn’t know him like I do, he’s been keeping his bossy tendencies under wraps. Hopefully Rogan is ready for Cortez set on full blast.
“Don’t worry, I can’t. I’m going to help you remember your manners and how to show a man some respect instead.” He leans in, snatches a fistful of my hair then yanks me to my feet, hauling me toward the area rug that softens the hardwood floor. “Let’s go, Rogan. Get over here. Now.”
He hesitates until I second the order. “Rogan, come.”
I scramble to keep up with Cortez. Even his bum leg doesn’t slow him down. Not when he’s this determined. Fortunately, we aren’t going far. By the time my knees hit the carpet, Rogan is there beside me. He lends me his strength, making it possible for me to stay where Cortez put me instead of bolting.
Cortez removes his holster and sets his gun carefully aside. Then he turns back to us. “Why am I still wearing these jeans?”
Rogan looks at me. “Should I?”
“No, I’ve got this.” I’m not going to lie; I can’t wait to touch Cortez again. It’s my right, my duty, to undress him. So I tuck my fingers in his waistband then undo his fly carefully since he always goes commando and his cock is already rock solid, mashed up against the front of his pants.
Before I can do more, Cortez shoves them to his ankles, then kicks them into the corner. He stands tall before us, completely nude. His scars fade from my sight as I see the man beneath. The one I’ve been missing for years.
Beside me, Rogan hums in appreciation when Cortez’s big, thick cock is unveiled. It’s impressive, I’ll give him that. I’ve seen enough of them in the past year to know he’s far above average.
“Maybe next time.” Cortez smiles warmly at Rogan and ruffles his hair before looking at me. “You’re about to be sucking my cock for a while. If you’d like to give your boy something to occupy himself with while you’re busy, now would be a good time.”
Fuck yes. “Rogan, lie down. Get on your stomach between his feet. Put your mouth on me. Show him how good you are at bringing me pleasure.”
I’ve hardly finished speaking when he crawls between my knees. They’re spread as I sit on my haunches. His lithe body stretches out between Cortez’s legs and behind him on the plush rug Rogan handpicked for our personal retreat. I’m torn between staring at his pert ass and Cortez’s cock. It’s hard to figure out which is a greater temptation.
Cortez reaches down and cups the back of my head. “You better watch those teeth. Just because he’s doing a damn fine job blowing you doesn’t mean I’ll excuse you if you bite me. Understand?”
I nod.
“Then tell him to start,” Cortez orders.
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I look at Rogan, who’s staring up at me from beneath his thick onyx lashes. “Go ahead.”
When he takes just the tip in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it, I slam my eyes closed. The pressure of Cortez’s hand on my head while Rogan begins to take me deeper is enough to make me sure this is going to be a day I’ll never forget.
It’s like an electric current is running between us. The sparks have always been there but now that both of these men, who light me up so much individually, are touching me at the same time, the circuit is complete. I twitch and spasm as if I stuck my finger in a socket instead of my dick in Rogan’s very willing mouth.
Cortez returns my attention to him with a light slap on my cheek. “Open wide. Careful, remember?”
I nod then drop my jaw, waiting for the moment he thrusts inside me for the first time in years. He’s nothing like Rogan, who’s progressing down my length with steady, gentle suction.
No, Cortez sets his cock against my lips then drives in, feeding me his entire length at once. I choke, unable to even gasp around his fat shaft. My eyes water and I look up. Just when I’m about to panic, he holds my head steady and withdraws. A strand of saliva stretches from his dick to my lips as he permits me to breathe before repeating the motion.
I never thought I’d taste him again. The zest of his skin makes me moan.
It’s like waiting all year for that first scoop of ice cream from a seasonal concession stand. Even better because I thought my favorite flavor had been discontinued.
If my eyes grow damp at the corners, he lets me pretend it’s because he’s harsh, exploiting me like I’m not used to anymore. It could be overwhelming if it wasn’t for Rogan and the pleasure he gives me. It mellows Cortez’s coarseness and comforts me at the same time.
I could do this forever.
Recovered from my abrupt reintroduction to Cortez’s cock, instincts begin to take over. I relax, allowing him to tunnel deeper into my mouth, prodding and slipping into my throat.
When I suck Rogan, it’s nothing like this. I’m not giving Cortez a blowjob, he’s fucking my face.
And I love it.
I put my hands on the backs of his thighs, bracing myself while trying to pull him closer.
“Hands at your sides!” he shouts. “Or I’ll take my dick away from you and give it to Rogan. I swear I will.”
I drop them so fast they slap my hips. Was it because of the ruined flesh I’d felt beneath my fingers that he reacted so strongly? There’s a lot of healing left to do. For us all.
I raise my gaze to his and am surprised to see it bursting with affection. The taut muscles of his abs and thighs tell me how much he’s holding back. Maybe it’s too much for him, having me touch him. Could this mean as much to him as it does to me?
Being together again, like this? The impossible is happening.
Rogan purrs as he laves me, suckling and bobbing like a champ. His ass tenses and releases as he humps the floor, rubbing himself on that ultra-soft rug.
“Does he need you?” Cortez asks me. I nod, bouncing my mouth on his cock even as I confirm his suspicions. “All right then. Put on a show for me. Let me see how dirty you are when I’m not around.”
Cortez whips his cock from between my lips, making me sigh at the loss. He wraps his hand around my arm and lifts, practically making me levitate. The motion tugs my erection from Rogan’s mouth. He whines in protest.
“Shh, I’m going to take care of you,” I promise him as Cortez steadies me.
“Where do you want him?” Cortez asks.
“On his back on the bed.”
Without straining, he scoops Rogan into his arms and delivers him on top of the rumpled covers for me. Whatever physical limitations he has, he’s determined to prove they don’t hinder him here or anywhere else.
Rogan practically swoons. I don’t blame him one bit.
Nor do I let him cool down.
The instant Cortez removes his hands from my boyfriend, I’m on him. I crush my mouth to Rogan’s and show him how glad I am to be sharing this experience with him. He amplifies my excitement and joy. The enthusiasm with which he returns my kiss makes me sure he’s on the same page. I have to make it even better for him.
I glance at Cortez. “Will you do me a favor?”
“Does it involve driving him wild?” He jerks his chin at Rogan, who’s pretty much a puddle of blissful goo at this point. I nod. “Sure. What do you need?”
“Hold his legs up for me. I’m going to prep him well. I have a feeling we’re going to be rougher than he’s used to when I fuck him.” Because we all know that’s where this is going.
Cortez gives me a wicked smile. “You’re so good at being nasty, Kaden. I love that about you.”
“Thanks,” I bow my head accepting his praise, then kneel beside the bed. Rogan’s ass is on the edge of the mattress, his legs dangling off the side. I grab his calves and lift so that his feet are propped on my shoulders.
Cortez climbs onto the bed—with one foot on either side of Rogan’s arms, facing me—then squats. The position dangles his balls right in front of Rogan’s face.
Rogan shivers in my grip.
“You want to lick them, don’t you?” I murmur as Cortez runs his hands along the tops of Rogan’s thighs up to his knees. He realizes what I have planned.
Rogan bucks and cries, “Yes! Please.”
“Should I put a pillow under his head?” Cortez hesitates with a hand hovering over one. He’s waiting for my authorization to do what comes naturally to him, because he knows as well as I do that Rogan is mine.
“Yes. Do it.”
Cortez twists, and Rogan leans forward. Cortez jams the extra-fluffy pillow beneath him. With it supporting his neck, Cortez’s balls rest on Rogan’s mouth, maybe even covering his nose. He doesn’t complain about struggling to take a breath around the warm, creased skin of Cortez’s sac.
Instead, he uses his lips and tongue to spoil Cortez.
“Ah, fuck,” Cortez growls. “You better reward this boy. He’s so fucking excellent at that.”
“I told you.” I grin up at him, then gesture to Rogan’s ankles. “Hold them for me, please. High.”
He does, bending Rogan in half. His ankles are now somewhere near Cortez’s pecs. That gives me plenty of room to dive in and eat his ass.
I’m not gentle about it. The point here is to get him as wet and hot as possible.
I’m sure that by the time I have my cock embedded in him, I’m going to be too worked up to ensure it’s a gentle possession. He needs to be ready. So I lick him, spit on him, and prod him with my tongue. When even that is insufficient, I use the lube from our bedside table to coat my fingers and begin to pry him open.
Cortez and Rogan are grunting and moaning in chorus. With Rogan’s talented mouth weaving its magic and my fingers spreading Rogan apart, we’re pushing the limits. I sneak one hand up and pump Rogan a few times. Not too much. He won’t last if I start jerking him more regularly. And I don’t want this to be over.
Not so soon.
Maybe not ever.
“Enough,” Cortez growls. “This is torture. Time to get serious. Fuck him, Kaden. Bury yourself in that tight ass so I can fuck yours. You know you want that. You in him and me in you. All of us fucking together.”
He’s right, I do. I have for so long.
Even before I was ready to admit it to myself.
Rogan is writhing beneath us, definitely not opposed to that plan. So I stand up and walk forward until my dick is nudging Rogan’s hole. That puts my face even with Cortez’s. He stares straight into my eyes and says, “Kiss me, Kaden. Kiss me while you invade his body.”
Oh shit. How will I stand this?
I do as he commands. Advancing my cock into Rogan with small jabs that help me penetrate his grasping ring of muscles. Meanwhile, I set my lips against Cortez’s and surrender to him. It feels like coming home after a long trip.
I’ve missed him so much. The emptines
s I’ve carried within me for so long begins to fill with passion and devotion.
He wraps one hand around the back of my neck, trapping me there while the other still holds Rogan’s leg up. Rogan is moaning and shoving his ass toward me, encouraging me to slide in deeper.
I never knew multitasking could be so rewarding.
When I’m lodged entirely in Rogan, Cortez pulls away. He stares at the place where I’m joined with Rogan, then runs the tip of his index finger along the seam between our bodies. “That’s so hot, Kaden. Do a good job. Fuck him right and I’ll do the same to you.”
My cock jerks inside Rogan, making him cry out. Cortez climbs off the bed and circles around behind me. He appraises my motions as I fuck. Encourages me when I lean forward and kiss the shit out of my boyfriend, who takes it so well.
Rogan’s dick bounces off of my abs as I pound into him. The stroking of my muscles over his erection could set him off. Lust hazes his eyes, making them darker than usual.
While I’m distracted, Cortez is doing some prep of his own. Soon the slick glide of his thick shaft between my cheeks brings back steamy memories. Holy shit. It’s been an eternity since I’ve experienced the weight and heat of a cock there. I almost forgot how much the anticipation caused by that weight in my crack could turn me on.
My dick gets even harder in Rogan’s ass.
“You always did love my cock. Didn’t you, Kaden?” Cortez is there, running his hands all over me. My arms, sides, neck, face. He inserts his thumb in my mouth, and I suck it as I keep pumping my hips. I swear I could shoot my load any second. But I don’t.
Because this is too good to stop. And honestly, I think I can’t without his permission.
One day with him back in my bed and I’m right there, where I used to be, refusing to surrender to rapture until he gives me the go-ahead. It’s ingrained.
“Yes. Fuck me, please.”
He tucks the head of his cock deeper and I hesitate. Is it going to hurt much? I don’t care. I need it anyway. I look over my shoulder at him and confess, “I haven’t done this since the day you left.”
