No Limits

by Nicki Bennett

  Rubbing up against Kit’s bare chest wasn’t enough. Jonathan needed to feel, touch, taste every inch of Kit’s body. Breaking the kiss, he pushed up enough to get his hands to Kit’s waist, opened his jeans, and shoved them as far down his legs as they’d go. Begrudging even the momentary loss of contact, he rolled to one side and tossed the jeans to the floor. As soon as they were out of the way, he rolled back atop Kit, legs spreading wide to straddle his thighs, hips pushing against Kit in a primal need to feel skin against skin.

  Kit bucked up against Jonathan immediately, the rub of cock against cock sending an electric charge through him. He had no idea why Jonathan thought they could take the time to play with the dildo when he was already this needy. He slid his hands down Jonathan’s back, cupping the globes of his arse and squeezing, urging him to pick up the pace of their frottage.

  It would be so easy to rut against Kit until they both came, but Jonathan intended to be deep inside Kit’s ass when he climaxed. And he planned to make Kit come a time or two before he got there. After rolling his hips one more time to drag his cock against Kit’s, he pulled back, reaching for the lube Kit had dropped on the mattress when he’d tackled him.

  Once he’d squirted some of the clear gel over his fingers, Jonathan reached between them, trailing over Kit’s balls until he reached the rosette behind them. His fingers played over the ring of muscle, spreading the lube around it, dipping inside just enough to stretch the resilient opening before pulling out again.

  “Don’t stop!” Kit protested, pushing at Jonathan’s hips until he could get his legs free of his weight. He pulled them up to his chest, holding them wide open for Jonathan’s attention.

  “I was just getting started, but if you think you can do it better, go ahead.” Jonathan squeezed a healthy dollop of lube down Kit’s crease, hiding a smile when Kit squealed at the cold gel hitting his skin. It would be no hardship to watch Kit open himself, Jonathan thought, sitting back on his heels to enjoy the show.

  Kit mewled in protest at the sudden absence of Jonathan’s hands on his body. “I didn’t say that,” he said quickly, his lower lip pushing out in a pout. “I’ll beg if I have to. Just don’t stop touching me.”

  “I don’t plan to stop touching you,” Jonathan said, feeling the loss of contact with Kit himself. Grasping Kit’s shoulders, he swung him around until Kit was leaning against his chest. Jonathan’s fingers found the dusky disks of Kit’s nipples, teasing them with the gentle touch Kit loved. “Now, if you expect to feel anything inside you, you’d better get busy.” It was an empty threat—Jonathan was going to fill Kit one way or another—but he wanted to see Kit’s long fingers stretching himself for his lover’s pleasure.

  Kit thought about protesting again, but he certainly didn’t want to be left high and dry. If Jonathan wanted a show, Kit would give it to him. He slid his palm over his cock, lingering for a moment at the head to catch the fluid already leaking from the tip, letting that act as lubricant as he stroked himself a few times. Craning his head to the side to look at Jonathan, he smiled at the rapt attention on his face. While his own fingers inside him wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as Jonathan’s, his body ached to be filled, the teasing touch of Jonathan’s fingers on his skin enough to raise that expectation. He worked his index finger past the guardian muscle, swiftly followed by his middle finger as well, stroking in and out to stretch himself. He avoided his prostate, though. He wanted all of that attention to come from Jonathan.

  Watching Kit stretch himself was as arousing as Jonathan had known it would be. His cock swelled against the small of Kit’s back where he leaned against it, but Jonathan ignored its demand for the moment. Not taking his eyes from the enticing image of Kit’s fingers sliding in and out of himself, he groped around the bedding with one hand, the other roaming over Kit’s chest, tweaking and rubbing. When his fingers found the dildo and closed around it, he lowered his head to nip at the side of Kit’s neck. “Add another finger,” he murmured against the skin, lips and teeth moving down the curve of Kit’s shoulder.

  Kit wanted to protest again, since his own fingers were not nearly satisfying enough, but he did as Jonathan directed, adding his ring finger but keeping the penetration shallow so the entrance stretched but the rest of his passage stayed tight in anticipation of Jonathan’s fingers or, preferably, Jonathan’s cock.

  When Kit breached himself with a third finger, Jonathan’s cock jumped, but as hungry as he was to take the place of those probing fingers, there was something else he wanted to fill Kit with first. “That’s enough,” he rumbled, holding the dildo in front of them and coating the flexible shaft with more lube. He wiped the excess on Kit’s thigh, pulling the leg over his own to open Kit even wider. “Christ, you’ve got me so hot,” he growled, rubbing the rounded head over Kit’s entrance. “So fucking hot like this, kitten….” Lowering his head to press his mouth against any skin he could reach, he slid the dildo in until his knuckles brushed against Kit’s balls.

  “Then fuck me already,” Kit insisted, his breath catching as the dildo slid far deeper into his arse than his fingers had done. He braced his feet on the bed and lifted his hips, wordlessly asking for more. The length of latex couldn’t compare to Jonathan’s cock filling him, but knowing it was wielded by Jonathan’s hand made it a marked improvement over Kit’s own fingers. “Please!”

  That was a request Jonathan fully intended to grant—eventually. In the meantime, he slid the dildo out until just the head was stretching Kit’s opening, then slowly pushed it in again, twisting it when it was as far in as it could go. The moan this wrung from Kit told Jonathan the dildo was hitting its target. Remembering how Kit had used the toy on himself the night they’d bought it, he set a slow, steady rhythm, rubbing Kit’s prostate with every inward thrust, his other hand massaging Kit’s balls. Kit’s head leaned back against Jonathan’s shoulder, eyes closed, lips parting with each gasping breath. “So beautiful,” Jonathan murmured, nuzzling Kit’s temple. “Letting me love you this way… let me see what I’m making you feel, kitten.”

  A soft sob escaped Kit’s throat as Jonathan teased him exactly the way he liked. He wanted to tell Jonathan how perfectly Jonathan was loving him, how wild Jonathan’s attentions were making him, but words were beyond him. He stroked Jonathan’s knee next to his, trying to convey his emotions nonverbally. He had no idea if he succeeded, but Jonathan did not pause in his slow, steady teasing.

  Jonathan’s arousal surged with each new sound of pleasure he won from Kit, each time Kit pushed his hips up to meet him as he twisted the dildo. “Want you to come for me,” he said, sliding the hand teasing Kit’s balls up to encircle his shaft. Jonathan’s fingers were already slick with lube, aided by the cloudy fluid leaking from the slit as he rubbed them over the crown of Kit’s cock. “Come on, kitten. Come for me so I can make you come again, with me inside you.”

  “Yes,” Kit groaned, eyes closing as his head fell back and his body gave in to Jonathan’s demands. He shivered in his lover’s embrace, his seed spilling over Jonathan’s hand and his own belly as waves of pleasure washed through him. His entire body went limp with his climax, every muscle pliant and willing for whatever Jonathan wanted to do to him next. Blindly he turned his head, seeking Jonathan’s lips for a kiss.

  Kit’s lips were tender against Jonathan’s, but the moment they parted beneath him, the hunger he’d held at bay demanded more. Discarding the restraint he’d used with the dildo, Jonathan delved deep into Kit’s mouth, probing and insistent. Unable to get as close as he needed to be in their current position, he pulled the dildo free and tossed it aside, then turned Kit in his arms until they were face-to-face. Kit’s legs spread to circle his waist, and Jonathan lifted him up, the head of his cock rubbing against Kit’s slippery entrance. “Need you,” Jonathan husked, his lips finding Kit’s again as the ring of muscle pulsed against him, resisting his ingress. His hands spanned Kit’s ribs, thumbs stroking his tightened nipples. “Need to be in you, loving yo
u….”

  “Take me, then,” Kit said, pushing down against Jonathan’s cock. The head popped past his ring, and the rest was a long, slow slide in. When he hit bottom, he stayed there for a moment, reveling in the feeling of being filled not by a piece of latex, but by Jonathan’s living warmth.

  Jonathan pushed up, trying to sink himself deeper in Kit’s tight heat. His hands slid down Kit’s sides to grasp his hips, lifting him up and pulling him down again, groaning as the rippling contractions massaged his length. Head falling back, his normal veneer of control cracked and shattered beneath his overwhelming need. His fingers tightened over Kit’s pelvic bones, hitching him closer, his own hips pumping in a fierce beat that slammed their bodies together with every thrust. A tight knot coiled in his groin, pulling tauter with every stroke, every heartbeat that pounded in his chest, but it still wasn’t enough. Lifting his head, he sought Kit’s mouth, lips slipping and sliding apart with each shuddering thrust. “Kit,” he groaned, trying to capture and hold the fleeting contact. “Fuck, Kit, so good, so close.”

  “Then come,” Kit urged, the constant prodding of Jonathan’s cock against his prostate keeping him on edge despite his earlier climax. He caressed the strong chest in front of him, fingers lingering on Jonathan’s pert nipples. He wanted to bend and take them in his mouth, but that would have dislodged him from his current seat, and the last thing he wanted was to lose the intimate contact. “Come and take me with you.” He squeezed his inner muscles tight, hoping to push Jonathan over the edge.

  The inciting words had Jonathan aching to feel Kit spasm around him as they came together, but as hard as he thrust, he couldn’t get deep enough, powerful enough. Tensing his thighs, he rolled forward, carrying Kit along until he had his lover pinned beneath him. Planting one hand on the mattress next to Kit’s shoulder, he used the other to work Kit’s cock as his hips snapped with all his strength, filling Kit as far, as deep, as fully as he could join them. His mouth closed over Kit’s, chest heaving as the knot in his gut coiled tighter and tighter and then exploded, flooding his senses. He vaguely registered the hot splash of Kit’s come over his hand, but he couldn’t stop, pumping into the clenching channel until the waves of sensation finally faded. His muscles giving out, he collapsed atop Kit in a sweaty heap.

  Kit cried out as he came a second time, his release tossing him about like a rag doll as he shivered through his climax. He gasped Jonathan’s name as the pounding went on and on, extending his orgasm beyond what he would have thought possible. The sudden press of Jonathan’s weight left him perfectly replete. He circled Jonathan’s neck, brushing a tender kiss to sweaty skin. “Love you.”

  “Love you too.” Jonathan rolled to one side, Kit’s arms still clasped around his neck, and pressed his own kiss to the hair tangled at Kit’s temple. “Sorry for going all caveman on you there at the end.”

  “I don’t remember complaining,” Kit replied lazily. “In fact, I rather enjoyed it. I’m feeling thoroughly ravished.”

  “Have enough strength left to talk with Devon?”

  “Always,” Kit said. “I’ll always have enough strength to talk to either of you. I think my phone is still in the kitchen, though.”

  “I’ll get it,” Jonathan volunteered, groaning as he pushed to his feet. “Fuck, I used muscles I’d forgotten I had.”

  Kit let Jonathan go, taking advantage of the opportunity to ogle his arse as he retreated across the room. Damn, he was a lucky bloke! Jonathan came back a few minutes later, giving Kit the chance to appreciate the front view as well. He couldn’t help the low wolf whistle at the sight of Jonathan’s half-hard cock. “That excited about calling Devon?” he teased.

  “Maybe I have more plans for you after we talk with Devon,” Jonathan retorted, handing the phone to Kit. “Can you put it on speaker so we can both talk with him at the same time?”

  “Yeah, I’ll do that,” Kit said, hitting Devon’s number on speed dial. “And you can make all the plans for me you want.” He reached for Jonathan, pulling him back onto the bed and snuggling close as they listened to the phone ring on the other end.

  “Aldridge,” Devon’s voice snapped when the line stopped ringing.

  Are things that bad? Jonathan thought, exchanging a concerned glance with Kit. “It’s Jon and Kit, babe. How are you holding up?”

  A disgusted grunt sounded over the phone. “Bleeding solicitors—excuse me, attorneys,” he corrected himself in a flat American drawl, “are dragging everything out. Even things I thought were settled before I left England are suddenly up in the air again.” Jonathan shook his head. He and his ex-wife had been able to work things out amicably, but even so, the process had been far from enjoyable; he could only imagine what Devon was going through. “I’d hoped to be able to finalize things in a week, ten days tops. It’s been three weeks, and it doesn’t look like we’re any closer to wrapping this up.”

  “I’m sorry this has been so difficult for you,” Kit said, not really knowing what else to say. He didn’t have any experience with the kind of negotiations Devon was going through and had no advice to offer. “Just remember that when it’s all over, you get to come back here to people who love you.”

  “That’s the only thing keeping me sane,” Devon admitted, the tone of his voice tearing at Kit’s heart.

  “What can we do to help?” Kit asked immediately. “Anything we can do. You know that, right?”

  Devon did know it, but there was a limit to what his lovers could do at such a distance, especially when what he really wanted was to feel their arms around him. “I don’t know that there’s anything you can do.”

  “We could try to distract you for a bit,” Jonathan offered.

  “What kind of distraction did you have in mind?” Devon asked warily, having learned by experience that Jonathan’s offers weren’t always as straightforward as they seemed.

  “Are you someplace private?” Jonathan asked, his voice turning husky.

  “So you mean that kind of distraction, do you?” Devon asked.

  “What other kind of distraction is there?” Kit asked, hoping Devon could hear his grin through the phone.

  The mischievous tone in Kit’s voice was enough to bring a smile to Devon’s face. “Trust me, sunshine, I much prefer your distractions to the ones I have here.” He shifted the phone to his other ear, stretching out on the couch in the hotel suite’s working area. “I’m waiting for a call back from my solicitor. Hers and mine are negotiating terms again. I might hear something in an hour, and I might not hear from them until tomorrow.” He worked an arm under his head and sighed. “I hate this bloody waiting. I’m half tempted to let her have her way just to make it end, but I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of thinking she’s won.”

  “That’s what her attorneys are counting on,” Jonathan said. “Doesn’t make it any easier to take, I know.”

  “And all the more reason to let us help you relieve a little stress,” Kit purred. “We don’t want you making a rash decision because you’re tense and frustrated, now do we?”

  “I think the frustration’s a given until I get back to you two,” Devon answered. “You’re welcome to do something about the tension, though.”

  “Why don’t you lie down and get comfortable?” Jonathan suggested. “Kick your shoes off, and any other clothing you feel like removing while you’re at it.”

  “Want to imagine me starkers, do you?” Devon laughed, starting to free the buttons of his shirt.

  “Well, we are a little ahead of you in that respect,” Jonathan admitted.

  “Besides, you like being starkers with us,” Kit reminded him. “And we can get up to far more fun if we can get at you more easily.” He winked at Jonathan and reached for a rosy nipple, flicking the tip with the end of his finger. “Let us know when you’re comfortable. We wouldn’t want to get any farther ahead of you than we already are.”

  “I suspect you’re already a fuck or two ahead of me,” Devon countered, stripping ou
t of his shirt before easing down the zipper of his trousers. Just hearing his lovers’ voices had him half-hard beneath his boxers. “That always makes you cheekier than usual.”

  “Not that I’m complaining, but I’m doing double duty here until you get back.” Jonathan rubbed his thumbs over Kit’s darker nipples in return, adding a gentle tweak.

  “It’s not my fault I’m twenty-two and perpetually horny,” Kit said, not able to stifle the moan that rose at the touch of Jonathan’s fingers on his nipples. They didn’t have the nipple clamps here, but maybe Jonathan would play with them for a while as they teased and pleasured Devon. “There is a reason I need two of you to keep me satisfied.”

  “It takes two thirty-year-olds to satisfy one twenty-year-old? Something’s wrong with that math,” Devon complained, slipping off his pants and stretching out naked on the couch. “We should have three twentysomethings catering to us, don’t you think, Jon?”

  “Christ, I can barely keep up with one,” Jonathan retorted, leaning over to swipe a tongue down the middle of Kit’s chest. “I think three would kill me.”

  “And what makes you think I’d be willing to share with two other twenty-year-olds?” Kit demanded, or tried to anyway. It was a little hard to be demanding when Jonathan’s tongue was doing wicked things to his chest.

  “Well, send one of those other twenty-year-olds over here to take care of me,” Devon suggested. “Don’t think I can’t tell the two of you are getting up to something.” He didn’t begrudge Kit and Jonathan their time together; he just wished the hell he could get back there to share it before filming ended and all three of them would have to go their separate ways. That thought was even more depressing than the divorce procrastination, and he pushed it from his mind. “At least tell me what you’re doing so I can get a little vicarious zing.”

  “We’re at my place,” Kit began, mindful of Devon’s lessons about phone sex and building anticipation from when they were trapped in the cabin and only had the phone to stay in touch with Jonathan. “In my bedroom. I’m leaning back on the pillows and Jon is leaning over me.” His eyes closed momentarily as Jonathan’s tongue moved from the middle of his chest toward one pert nipple, skating around it without ever touching. “He’s got his mouth on my chest. I keep hoping he’ll suck my nipples, but he seems determined to suck everything else instead.”