Miles kissed like he did everything else, with bold assertion. There was no teasing here like with Charlie, no hide and seek in each other’s mouths. Miles took, his tongue roaming every corner of Brad’s mouth until he surrendered to the delicious onslaught, perfectly content to let Miles do whatever he wanted.
Then a hot, wet mouth started a tantalizing journey from his ankle all the way up to his knees, then to his thighs, and Brad lost the ability to think. Miles let go of his mouth, turning him on his back on top of him, holding him tight as Charlie’s mouth kissed and licked and nibbled its way up. Charlie gently pushed his legs apart and Brad obeyed, crawling deep into Miles’ arms for strength.
Charlie licked his testicle, and for one second, Brad wanted to protest, wanted to hide his scar, his deformity…but Charlie sucked his ball into his mouth with such tenderness, Brad had nothing left to say. It felt so good, and sweet tendrils of fire licked inside him, waiting for more fuel. When Charlie released his nut and continued his exploration by moving on to his dick, Brad’s body was fully on fire. His cock strained, as hard as it had ever been.
“Charlie…” Brad moaned, then louder as Charlie took his dick into his mouth and started sucking. “Oh, fuck, Charlie!”
Miles’ right hand held him tightly, as his left hand caressed Brad wherever he could reach him. His face, his neck, then his chest and nipples. He too, apparently knew how much Brad loved it when his nipples were tugged and gently twisted, and oh fuck, he was going crazy with want. His body bucked, goosebumps tickling his skin.
Just as it got too much, Charlie let his dick go with a wet plop, and Brad exhaled shakily. He didn’t have much time to recover, because Charlie nibbled his way down, pushing Brad’s legs until he’s spread them wide, his legs pulled up. He knew what was coming and still the sensation of Charlie’s tongue in his crack was…beyond description.
“I need to see this,” Miles whispered. “I wanna see Charlie make you fall apart, sweetheart…”
Charlie stopped for a second so Miles could move Brad onto the mattress on his back, his head raised on a pillow and both his hands fisting the comforter beneath him. Charlie picked up where he’d left off, but when Brad looked between his legs, he saw two heads there, Miles staring at Charlie with such love it made Brad’s insides go weak.
They’d done it. They’d managed to fall in love, all three of them. They belonged together…and that included him. He’d never felt more loved than he did right now, with both of these perfect men completely focused on bringing him pleasure. He had to tell them, before it became too overwhelming to express.
“I love you, Miles…”
Miles’ head turned, the love radiating from his eyes. “I love you, too, Brad. You ready for us?”
He nodded. “Charlie, I love you.”
Charlie raised his head, interrupting his glorious attack on Brad’s ass for a few seconds to send him a blinding smile. “I know, babe. I love you, too. Now, lay back and let us pleasure you.”
It became a blur of pleasure as Charlie rimmed him till he saw stars, then started prepping him with slick fingers until he came all over him, so unexpected he didn’t even have time to warn him. Charlie was unfazed, simply swiped off the cum and used it as extra lubrication on his cock before he slid into Brad’s ass. Where he would’ve usually gone hard and deep, he now went slow, giving Brad plenty of time to adjust.
Miles claimed his mouth again, first with his mouth and then with his cock. Charlie’s cock in his ass and Miles’ in his mouth, it would’ve been perfect if not for that promise of more. Still, he sucked Miles as best as he could, made him come a second time.
Charlie was fucking him slow, but deep—the warm-up for what was to come. Miles joined him again. When Charlie was halfway inside Brad, Miles added a slick finger to Charlie’s cock. Brad took it with ease, grinning as Miles started scissoring around Charlie’s cock. He could do it; he knew he could. A second finger was added, then a third. Brad kept breathing steadily, focusing on staying relaxed and not clamping down around Miles’ fingers. It seemed like half an hour before Miles finally nodded.
He positioned himself on his back, then dragged Brad on top of him and slid in with one move. Charlie took position between Miles’ legs and lined up his cock. Brad felt his cockhead pressing against him, against where Miles was already inside him. The snap of a bottle cap told him Charlie was adding some extra lube.
Neither of them spoke as Charlie started pushing ever so slowly and carefully. Brad exhaled, bore down until the head popped past his first ring of muscles. It burned and he tensed for a second or two, but Charlie stayed perfectly still, giving him time to adjust. He raised himself up on his arms and canted his hips more to create the perfect angle. Miles looked up at him with a smile that made his insides all weak.
Wordlessly, Charlie slid in another inch, before waiting again. Brad moaned, but it wasn’t because of the pain. Oh, it burned alright, his ass accommodating more than it ever had before, but it was also so…special.
“Oh, fuck,” Charlie groaned. “Dammit, this is so…tight and hot and I can feel every inch of your cock, Miles… Fuck, this is amazing. Are you okay, baby?”
“He’s in heaven,” Miles said softly. “Aren’t you, sweetheart? Keep going, Charlie love.”
Charlie did, inching in until he could go no farther. Miles raised a hand to wipe a tear from Brad’s face he hadn’t even realized was there.
“It’s not hurting,” he said quickly.
“I know. I can read your face, baby. We’ve got you.”
Then Charlie started moving, and Brad’s breaths became pants and groans and moans, every careful thrust Charlie did an agonizing delight that made him shiver.
“You’re amazing, baby,” Charlie praised him. “Look at you, taking two big cocks… I’m so proud of you…you make us feel so good, baby. So fucking perfect.”
The words washed over Brad, adding to the floating sensation in his brain.
“I wish I could see it,” Miles said.
“You can,” Brad said. “I wanna ride you both. I’m loose enough now.”
Charlie pulled out first, then Miles and a minute later, the two of them were positioned face to face on the bed, leaning backward on their arms. Their asses were pressed together, their legs spread out on top of each other so Brad had room to plant his feet and crouch down. He did, grabbing both their cocks in one hand, before positioning himself perfectly above them. Ever so slowly, he lowered himself on both cocks at the same time.
It took a second to get through the first ring, but after that, he slowly, but steadily sank down until they were both buried to the max. “Oh, fuck,” he said, his voice filled with wonder that he’d done it. “”Oh, damn…this is…”
He closed his eyes and threw his head back, too overwhelmed. The words wouldn’t come anymore, as he was too full of…of everything. Too full of cock, of sensations, of love. His eyes welled up all over again and he hated it and loved it at the same time.
“Ride us, baby. Take what you need,” Charlie said, his voice constricted with emotion as well.
Strong hands held him, helped him as he lifted his hips and lowered himself again, rose up and sank down, each movement filling so much more than just his body. He was claiming them and they him, the three of them united in a way he’d never thought possible.
Miles came first, grunting but only jerking a little when he deposited his load deep inside Brad. It resulted in obscene, slick sounds when Brad moved again and he fucking loved it. It was so perfectly filthy and it made him feel deliciously dirty.
Charlie followed suit, probably turned on by the thought of Miles’ cum all over his cock. He gave a squeal, then a quick few thrusts and Brad smiled as he watched him come. It would have been enough for him to watch the two men he loved take so much pleasure from him, but Charlie and Miles weren’t done yet. Both their hands wrapped around his cock, fondled his balls, reached out to pinch his nipples, teased his entire body until he surrender
ed to the orgasm that barreled through him.
He wasn’t sure if he passed out for a bit or fell asleep, but he came to crying in Miles’ arms, sobbing like a child. Charlie hugged him from behind, Miles from the front and despite the fact that he was bawling his eyes out, his ass stung like a motherfucker now and there was cum everywhere, Brad felt happy for the first time in a long, long time. Truly, deeply happy.
They’d seen him, these two men. They’d seen him with all his faults and his baggage and they still loved him.
He was loved.
That was the biggest reward of all.
Deleted Scene No Shame (1)
Note
I wrote this scene originally for the reunion of Josh and Connor at the beginning of No Shame, but then later decided to change the storyline a little and took it out. It doesn’t fit the final storyline entirely, but I hope you guys enjoy this. Please note this is unedited.
Deleted Scene No Shame
Josh took a shower, cleaned, shaved, groomed, and paid extra attention to his hair. He put on the blue V-sweater that made his eyes pop and tight jeans that made his ass look good. Then he waited. He sent Noah and Indy upstairs when they couldn’t keep their hands from each other. Smiled as he heard them mess around in the shower. Flicked through TV channels. Still no leads as to the Boston shooter. He grinned. He waited, his hands clammy and his heart racing.
At sixteen-hundred, the doorbell rang. Indy and Noah were busy upstairs with what sounded like another round of serious fucking, as the rhythm was clearly audible downstairs, as well as the accompanying moans and groans. He wiped his hands on his jeans and walked into the hallway.
Connor.
His heart did a crazy little jump there, skipping happily in his chest. He opened the door and took in the sight of the man he loved. Connor had cut his hair shorter, and it looked damn good on him, as well as the three-day stubble he sported. There had never been a man sexier to Josh than this man, this gorgeous, wonderful, brave man.
He didn’t think but pulled Connor inside and jumped straight into his arms, never doubting for a second Connor would catch him—which he did. Fuck, he’d missed these strong arms around him, had missed the solid chest, the soft lips that kissed him with so much passion. He didn’t realize he was crying until Connor wiped the tears from his cheeks with his thumb.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Connor said, his mouth hovering over Josh’s.
“Ditto,” Josh whispered. “It’s been so fucking lonely without you.”
They kissed again, warm, slick tongues ecstatic to meet each other again.
“He here yet?” Connor asked, resting his forehead against Josh’s.
“Yesterday. They’re so happy together. We did good, baby, we did good.”
Connor put a finger against his lips. “We will never talk about this again, never.”
Josh nodded. “Just one thing, and then I’ll never ask again. Were you scared, in that hotel room?”
Connor held him just a little tighter. “Not for a second. I knew you wouldn’t miss. Now, shut up and get naked.” He slid his hands down to Josh's ass, squeezed. “I’ve missed your tight ass and I’ve dreamed about seeing it again for months.”
“Seeing it? That’s all? I was rather hoping you’d have a better use for it,” Josh teased him. He let go of Connor’s neck with his hands and slid down to the floor, pushing his hand against Connor’s groin. He smiled when he found it hard. “You are happy to see me.”
“Fuck, baby, I’ve been looking forward to this day since the day I had to leave you. I’ve been hard non-stop for the last twenty-four hours at least.”
“And what do you want to do to me, now that you have me?”
Josh slowly raised his arms and pulled his sweater over his head. He turned around to give Connor a good view of his ass in the tight jeans before he dragged them down over his hips, taking his socks off at the same time.
“Fuck,” Connor let out.
Josh tossed him a sly grin over his shoulder. He’d gone commando under his jeans and his surprise for Connor had the exact intended effect.
Connor let out a groan, pointing his finger toward the living room. “Get your naked ass on that couch, right now,” he ordered.
Josh obliged, his heart thumping heavily now that Connor was back to dominate him. Noah had tried, but he couldn’t hold a candle to Connor. Josh's whole mind quieted down already, in mere anticipation of what was coming.
He dropped on the couch, stomach down, his hips elevated with some pillows. He watched, shivering with anticipation, as Connor made short work of his clothes. Josh let out a satisfied sigh when the cop dropped his boxers and that wonderful, stunning cock sprung free. Fuck, yes.
Connor lowered himself on the couch on top of him, his strong arms resting on either side of Josh's head and his hard cock poking him. He nuzzled Josh's neck, rubbing his stubble on his neck and giving him the good kind of goosebumps.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Connor said, his voice soft. He dropped a kiss on Josh's shoulder. “I’ve missed your sexy smile…your beautiful eyes…I’ve missed your strength and your courage.” He started kissing Josh's back, slowly making his way down. “I’ve missed those long legs you wrap around me so enticingly when I lift you up. I’ve missed your lips that kiss me senseless and that wrap so damn lustful around my cock.”
He was almost at Josh's cheeks and Josh shivered in anticipation. “I’ve missed your kindness, your loyalty, and I sure as hell missed your cooking. But you know what I’ve looked forward to the most?”
Josh shook his head. Connor’s hand slapped his ass, jolting him up. “Answer me, Josh.”
Fuck, he loved him. He absolutely, completely, head-over-heels loved him. This raw power, this sheer dominance with him submitting, this was what he craved.
Connor’s hand came down again, slightly harder and Josh's cock responded immediately. “Answer me, Josh.”
“My tight ass?” Josh said, turning his head to the side so Connor could hear him. Connor opened the lube with a flick of his thumb, spread a generous amount on his fingers.
“That’s right. Your incredibly tight ass. Now open wide for me.”
Josh braced himself, right before Connor shoved a finger in. Josh moaned, pushed his ass back. Fuck, he’d missed this.
“I promise you, baby, I’ll take real good care of you later. I’ll smack your gorgeous ass bright, shiny red. But right now, babe, I need to be inside you.”
Connor added a second finger. As good as this felt, Josh wanted Connor’s cock. Wanted him to fill his ass, stretch him up, dominate the shit out of him. “I need you now, Connor.”
Connor fucked him steadily with his fingers, brought his mouth to Josh's ear. “What do you want, Josh? Tell me what you want.”
“I need you…I need your big cock inside my tight hole. Fuck me hard and deep, claim me.”
The words cascaded out of him, and he was helpless to stop them. He’d beg more if he had to, because that didn’t bother him. It seemed to make Connor feel good as well, when he went full begging mode. Connor yanked his fingers out of Josh’s ass, thank fuck. It twitched, waiting for Connor to make his move.
“Oh, Josh, baby,” Connor moaned and pushed the head of his magnificent cock in. Josh whimpered in relief, pushed back impatiently.
“Such a greedy little ass,” Connor commented, chuckling.
“Always,” Jos managed, breathing through the delicious pain Connor always brought. Nothing ever felt as good as this huge cock impaled in his ass. His cock was already twitching so hard, he was going to come before Connor was even fully inside. Fuck, he’d missed him.
Connor grabbed Josh's hips, pushed them back and made a controlled thrust forward, slowly but surely sliding his entire length in. When he hit Josh's prostate, his cock went off like a rocket, splashing cum into the cushions.
“Don’t stop,” Josh whimpered. “Keep going.”
“Of course I’m not gonna stop. I’m gonna fuck t
his sweet little ass for hours.”
The relief that filled Josh was so big, tears burned in his eyes. He’d been so strong, had given his all, but now he could lean on Connor again. His man had him, and Josh could let go.
“Oh!” Connor let out as he was in all the way. He wrapped his hand around Josh's cock, fisting him at a steady pace while he let his cock rest inside Josh's caverns, allowing Josh's body to relax around him. Josh's cock came back to life, feeling so slick in Connor’s strong hand.
“Hold on, Josh,” Connor said, letting go of Josh's shaft, and Josh's body braced to resist the impact. The first thrust was slow and deep, as if Connor had to find his rhythm again after being months apart.
“Harder,” Josh whined impatiently.
The second thrust stole his breath when it filled his hole, stretching him so wide and deep he thought he’d faint. Holy crap, that dildo really had been a poor substitute, hadn’t it? Oh hell yes, the Beast was back.
At the third, all hell broke loose, and Connor went full throttle. He slammed, rammed, drilled Josh until he saw stars, Connors hands the only thing keeping him in his place. Their moans mingled, Connor grunting with every shove, panting. Josh's heart went into overdrive and he dug his head into the pillow, sucking in desperate breaths.
“Fuck, yes!” Connor panted hard.
Josh grabbed his own cock, stroking urgently. The need to come again was overwhelming him. Ass and cock, that’s what he was, what he felt. The warmth spread out from his prostate, radiated to his cock, his ass. He was close, so close. All he needed was permission.
“Come with me, Joshua,” Connor ordered, fucking him with all his raw strength. Connor’s body arched, his muscles locked and Josh let go. A roar exploded from Josh's lips as his body jerked with a hard spasm, shooting his second load of cum into the cushions. Connor cried out his name and shot his liquids up Josh's ass once again.
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