by Trina Lane
Six foot four inches of thick muscle and light olive skin stood before them. There were more peaks and valleys and ripples and bulges than Niall had ever seen on a man outside of a magazine. He imagined tracing his tongue along the veins in Matt’s biceps and letting the rough hairs of Matt’s lightly furred chest scratch his skin. Niall loved hair on a man’s body since his own was naturally smooth. Not hair of gorillaistic proportions, but a nice small patch on the chest and crotch to touch and taste was ideal. Niall loved to rub against the hair on his lover’s arms and legs under the sheets.
Matt’s cock lay long between his muscled quads. It showed signs of waking and Niall wanted to drop to the floor and suck it between his lips. He knew it would be a perfect fit, not too thick or too skinny.
“Looks like you’re the only one still over-dressed for this party,” Matt said.
Niall got to work unbuttoning his shirt. He stripped the material from his body and tossed his shirt near where Trevor’s sweater lay on the floor. His hands reached for the button of his slacks. Niall unfastened the closure and let article of clothing fall to the floor. He stepped out of the puddle of fabric, thankful that he’d removed his socks and shoes when they entered the condo. He held out his arms and stepped back so he could see both his men.
“Well?”
Matt walked over, and once again placed a soft kiss on his scars. Matt’s hands ran up and down Niall’s arms then his fingers stalled over Niall’s left biceps where the tattoo of a large paw was inked into his skin. Inside the paw was an image of a wolf’s face. The amber eyes of the wolf glowed from beneath his flesh. The Mohegans were known as the people of the wolf, and Niall had gotten the tattoo at the age of eighteen to honour his tribe and family.
Matt slowly walked around Niall. One of Matt’s arms wrapped over Niall’s shoulder and rested on his chest. The other arm slipped around Niall’s waist, and pulled him back into the hardness of Matt’s body. Niall immediately felt Matt’s arousal at the base of his spine and couldn’t resist pushing back into the strong column with a little moan.
“What do you think, Trevor? Will he do?” Matt asked.
Niall opened his eyes to see Trevor had slid up the bed and now rested against the pillows and short padded leather headboard. Trevor’s pale skin seemed ethereal against the dark chocolate brown damask sheets. Trevor’s hand gripped his cock and Niall watched it stroke the long, thin stalk.
“The two of you are fucking hot. Now get your asses over here,” he growled.
Niall climbed onto the bed and moved up over Trevor’s slim body. Their bodies slid together and Trevor arched up into Niall, wrapping his arms around Niall’s neck and spreading his legs. Niall locked his lips against Trevor’s, his tongue thrust inside to mate with Trevor’s own. The mattress shifted beneath Niall’s knees and Matt’s hands grabbed his ass. Niall’s cock rubbed against the soft flesh of Trevor’s inner thigh. Firm hands separated his butt cheeks and slick warmth glided across his hole. Niall moaned into Trevor’s mouth.
The experience of having one man in his arms and another stimulating his backside was exhilarating. It was hot. It made him want to fuck. Niall longed to feel Matt’s and Trevor’s sweat mingling with his own on his skin.
Niall’s lips travelled down Trevor’s neck. He sucked gently at the arch of flesh between Trevor’s shoulder and the base of his neck. Trevor’s hands gripped Niall’s back, the short blunt nails digging into the skin.
Trevor’s cock was rock hard and thrust against Niall’s stomach. Trevor’s hand dug into Niall’s hair and gripped the long strands, pulling his head up and to the side. Sharp teeth dug into his earlobe at the exact moment Matt’s tongue speared into the ring guarding his chute.
“Ah!” he wailed.
“You like Matt’s tongue shoved inside your ass?” Trevor spoke into Niall’s ear with enough volume for it to carry down to Matt. “You should see it from my perspective. His large hands have you spread open. His dark head is buried deep, rutting like a pig in heat.”
Niall grabbed one of Trevor’s nipples and twisted the hard nub. “Oh god, yes. More, Niall, please. More. Touch my cock, I’m dying down here.”
Niall used his free arm and did as ordered. The first feel of Trevor in his fist caused the younger man to cry out and Trevor’s back bowed up from the bed, which caused Niall to buck up and unfortunately disconnected Matt’s tongue from his ass.
“Where are your lube and condoms?” Matt growled.
“Right side table drawer,” Niall panted.
Out of the corner of his eye Niall watched Matt prowl over to the table and retrieve the items. While Matt was getting the supplies, Niall shoved a pillow underneath Trevor to elevate his hips. He had every intention of watching Trevor’s face while they did this. In short order, Matt was back in place.
“Hold out your hand, Niall.”
He did without looking behind him, and a large dollop of lubricant landed on his fingers.
“Now you’re going to stretch Trevor, while I stretch you. I want you to tell me how he feels deep inside. I want to know exactly how tight and hot he is. You see, as soon as I make you come, I’m going to fuck Trevor into the mattress then shoot my cum all over the two of you.”
Niall nearly spilled at Matt’s description and Trevor whimpered beneath him. He rested back on his heels, and Trevor’s knees immediately went to his chest. Niall smeared some of the lube around Trevor’s hole and played with the ring for a several seconds.
“Jesus, Niall. Put it in!”
He chuckled, “Pushy aren’t you?”
He pushed one finger inside Trevor’s body and groaned at the fiery clasp of Trevor’s body.
“Tell me, Niall,” Matt whispered in Niall’s ear.
“He’s tight and smooth. His channel is massaging my finger, pulling it deeper.” Niall hardly recognised his own voice, tight and hoarse with need.
Niall added a second finger into Trevor’s ass. A soft groan had him looking away from the sight of his fingers tunnelling into Trevor’s body up to his face, making sure it was a groan of pleasure and not pain. Trevor’s eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted. Trevor’s hands clutched his shins to keep himself open to Niall’s touch. The man looked like he was lost in a private world of ecstasy.
Niall heard the sound of condom wrapper tearing behind him, and Matt’s hand reached around Niall’s body to cover his cock. Niall’s fingers thrust high into Trevor’s body as Matt’s hand slid the barrier over his sensitive flesh. Trevor’s sounds filled the bedroom, and Niall scissored his fingers apart to stretch Trevor enough to accept him with ease.
Niall pulled his fingers out of Trevor and found Matt already there with one of the wipes he stored in the side table with the supplies. After a quick swipe, Niall lifted Trevor’s legs over his shoulders and positioned himself.
“Wait!” Matt ordered. “You don’t get to enter him until we get you ready for me.”
“Oh fuck, Matt. That’s not…come on…I need,” Trevor pleaded.
Matt laid down alongside Trevor, cupped his cheek and turned the blond’s head, kissing Trevor long and deep. Niall liked the sight of his two lovers locked in the intimate embrace. One dark head, one light. One body large and rough, one lissom and smooth. Trevor’s cock spurted a drop of pre-cum as a result of his and Matt’s tongue tango. It took everything Niall had not to take Trevor then and there. His cock pulsed in rhythm with his racing heart.
Matt separated from Trevor’s lips and stared into his eyes. “You’ll get what you need, bello. I promise. I’m going get Niall ready then we’re all going to join together at the same time. It’s only right this first time.”
“Okay, okay. Just…hurry. Please?”
Matt’s lips landed on Trevor’s one more time. Matt’s head then turned to look at Niall. Niall gasped at the fire burning in the green depths. Matt was in heaven here with the two of them, and Niall’s spirit soared at the happiness of his soul mate. On Matt’s way back upright, he stopped and
continued to hold Niall’s gaze. Niall tilted his head up and they exchanged a burning kiss of their own. Manto kôkci, but the man could kiss. Niall’s tongue slid together with Matt’s and he moaned. An echoing moan below them had them separating and looking down at Trevor, who had the base of his cock in a death grip.
Niall smiled. “I think we better get this show on the road or somebody’s train is going to leave the station before we get onboard.”
Seconds later, cool gel touched Niall’s entrance. He instinctively leant forwards, causing the tip of his cock to press against Trevor’s flared opening. They both gasped, Trevor’s ankles tightening on the sides of Niall’s neck.
“Don’t worry about being gentle. Just get it done,” Niall said roughly.
He needed Matt inside him. At the moment, Niall didn’t know which was more imperative—Matt’s cock inside him, or his cock inside Trevor. Either or both had better happen soon or Niall was going to end up screaming.
A long finger entered him and Niall sighed. It was something but not nearly enough. He bore down and begged for another. An eternity of seconds passed before Niall felt Matt’s sheathed cock knocking.
“Niall, get the head of your cock inside Trevor then pause until I get mine inside you.”
With heaving breaths, Niall followed instructions. When the crown passed through Trevor’s guardian ring, all thoughts evaporated. He looked down into Trevor’s wide blue eyes. A small smile played across Trevor’s lips, and his hands ran up and down Niall’s arms. His muscles burned from holding the position, and Trevor’s touch eased some of the ache.
Matt’s cock pushed at his hole and Niall sucked in a breath at the beautiful bite of pain that always came when a man took him. Matt’s cock felt perfect, and Niall was desperate to have it deep inside him.
“All right gentlemen, here we go.”
Niall took that as his cue and started pushing further into Trevor, while Matt’s cock filled him inch by glorious inch.
“Fuck, yes. Just, oh fuck—” Trevor’s words broke into a groan as Niall pressed into him, Niall matching the sound with one of his own.
He braced his forearms on the mattress and slid deep. Niall realised there were more inches to Matt than he’d anticipated when Niall had bottomed out and Matt was still moving. Right before Niall was about to say something about stopping, Matt’s hips finally snuggled up against him.
“Oh. He’s…god, he’s so deep.” His voice was tight, hungry. Niall tried to catch his breath. There were no words at that moment. Niall’s cock begged him for friction, but he couldn't even move. Trevor stole the last of Niall’s breath when he leant up and kissed him. Their tongues thrashed together, and Niall gathered Trevor in his arms. Trevor’s sleek chest rested against him so perfectly.
Matt pulled back and started to thrust. Niall picked up the rhythm fast, staring into Trevor’s eyes. Sensations washed over him like a rip tide, the ebb and flow of each pressure leading to the next and back again. He became lost in the cycle. Matt’s body moved into him, as he moved into Trevor. Trevor’s eyes were bright, his breath coming in hitching gasps as Matt pushed Niall deeper and deeper.
Matt’s thrusts were smooth and even. Each long stroke hit parts of Niall’s body he’d never known existed. When Matt adjusted his angle and made a direct hit on Niall’s prostate, he knew the finale was quickly approaching. Trevor was moaning and grunting and fisting his cock. The flushed cap leaked Trevor’s essence all over his belly, and Niall knew he’d have to get a taste soon. Matt’s cock scored another homerun, and Niall felt every muscle in his body contract in expectation.
Niall adjusted their position so Trevor’s cock rubbed against Niall’s stomach with each push. The smaller man was nearly bent in half, but if the look on his face and the soft litany of “fuck me” and “yes” and “harder” coming from Trevor’s mouth was anything to judge by then Trevor was in heaven. Niall was so in tune with his lovers. Each body movement, each moan and whimper and cry, wrapped their spirits around one another. Trevor’s eyes flashed open, and Niall had a direct line to Trevor’s soul. He briefly saw his and Matt’s reflections in the blue tinted mirrors. Their bodies moved together, Matt’s large and fierce behind him.
Trevor came on a wail, ass milking Niall’s cock.
Niall came with a cry worthy of his warrior ancestors.
Matt fucked him through his orgasm then, as soon as Niall’s body started to sag, Matt pulled out. Niall vaguely heard the snap of a condom being ripped off and the tearing of a second foil pack. His body fell to the side of the bed.
Matt used the tube of lube to slick up the new condom. He shifted Trevor onto his side, facing Niall. Matt straddled one of Trevor’s legs and bent the other up on the mattress. The man’s fucked-lax body moved fluidly. Niall moved in, separated Trevor’s ass cheeks and Matt got his first view of Trevor’s stretched hole. Slightly puffy and red from the ride Niall had already given Trevor, it was the most erotic sight Matt had ever seen. Matt slid inside with ease, greeted by twin moans as Trevor’s body welcomed him and Niall watched every inch of Matt’s cock sink inside their lover.
“See, Trevor? See how deep he gets? It’s amazing isn’t it?”
Trevor nodded and his hand flailed for a few seconds until he found Niall’s. The two threaded their fingers together as Matt started to plunge. Trevor’s ass gripped him so tightly despite already having been had by Niall. This was no sloppy seconds. Trevor’s body recognised Matt’s breach for what it was—a claiming. The hot, plush channel gave no quarter as Matt conquered it with every stroke. The two men now belonged to him.
Trevor’s cock was well on its way to full hardness despite his recent orgasm. Matt’s pace increased, his body demanding he let go of all restraint. He was fucking deep, driving into Trevor with every stroke. Trevor moved a hand down to pull at his cock, but Niall slapped it away. Their dark haired lover swooped down and sucked Trevor’s cock into his throat.
“Oh god oh fuck oh god oh fuck oh—” Trevor chanted.
Matt watched Niall’s throat move with each suck on Trevor’s cock. Trevor’s hands pulled Niall’s hips closer to his face and returned the favour. Matt’s rhythm faltered as he watched his lovers pleasuring each other. The quiet, self-contained man Trevor was normally seemed to evaporate during sex. Once Trevor got going, their sweet blond had the language of a roughneck sailor. Matt thought it was kinda cute. Especially since all the words came out in a whisper as if Trevor was afraid to say them, but couldn’t seem to stop himself.
Matt’s balls churned, the base of his spine was on fire and his lungs billowed with every heaving breath. His cock was a column of stone as it slammed into Trevor over and over again. It seemed as though they set off a chain reaction. He didn’t know who came first but suddenly strangled sounds came from both men’s chests and Trevor’s ass locked down on his cock.
Matt couldn’t hold on for a second longer. He pulled out, stripped the condom from his cock and took himself into his right hand, groaning. Faster. His strokes were well-practiced, hard and demanding. Matt leant forwards, placing his left hand beside Niall’s head, the support absolutely necessary, and he came closer. Now. That supreme moment of absolute pleasure and perfect tension—every thought centred within his body, relishing the sensations of being lost as his release consumed him.
The physical relief of such a powerful climax caused him to finally scream out, “Yes!”
Matt stroked his cock until the last spasm left his body weak and nearly trembling. When he opened his eyes, he saw that white streams covered Niall and Trevor’s bodies. The two men had huge smiles on their faces. Matt collapsed onto them and they all shared sloppy kisses and by the end they were all sticky and completed sated.
After a quick rinse in Niall’s massive walk-in shower, the three of them fell back into bed—Niall and Matt naturally taking the outside, so Trevor was snuggled between them, sure to be kept warm as they’d promised. As Matt’s brain shut down for the night, he said a prayer of
thanks to God and Manto and whatever higher power existed in the universe.
Chapter Seven
Trevor’s brain slowly swam towards consciousness. His first thoughts were those of warmth and security. He snuggled down in the fluffy pillow beneath his head, and rubbed his stomach. His naked stomach? Wait a minute, where were his sleep clothes? And if he was naked, why was he so blissfully warm? Had the baseboard heater gone haywire? His bedroom was never warm upon waking.
Trevor’s arms snaked out of the blankets to do his normal morning full body stretch when his right hand encountered a large object blocking the way, then his left landed on another firm obstacle. Huh? As he slowly tightened each muscle from his toes to his head, he encountered a delicious ache halfway up his body. In the next instant Trevor’s brain snapped into focus. Niall, Matt, sex. Good sex. Rock his world sex.
His eyes flew open and as soon as they focused on his surroundings, he saw a large chandelier in the centre of the room. Trevor tilted his head to get a better view. It was made up of some kind of intersecting glass panes that looked as if they were made of marble or maybe alabaster. Whatever it was, it certainly did not belong in his apartment. Trevor turned his head to the right and found Matt’s broad back, turning his head to the left he smiled when he came face to face with Niall. Niall’s long hair was a riot of dark lengths, covering his face. Trevor gently drew the curtain to reveal Niall’s features. The man scrounged up his nose, but slept on peacefully.
Trevor would have loved to languish the day away in bed, but Mother Nature called rather insistently. He slowly scooted out of the blankets, trying not to disturb Matt and Niall’s covers, then crawled off the end of the bed. Good thing it was a platform style without a footboard, otherwise ejection would have been complicated.
Trevor crossed the room to Niall’s en suite bathroom and was once again struck by the unique combination of casual luxury. The showpiece was the walk-in shower they’d shared the night before. Glass walls enclosed three sides and the large space had comfortably held the three of them. Trevor had never experienced anything like the ridiculous number of jets sprouting from the wall and ceiling raining down on him before. Trevor made his way over to the closed off toilet. After completing his morning ritual, he glanced around some more, hoping to get a better understanding of Niall from the highly personal space. The room was covered in large square sandstone tiles. In addition to the shower there was a soaking tub. He could picture Niall floating in the soothing water at the end of a long day, steam from the water glistening on his skin, his hair slicked back to expose the chiselled cheekbones and strong neck. There were heated towel racks, so the man probably enjoyed a bit of pampering.