by Sloan Parker
Luke laughed more. “Just hang on a second, big guy. I’m gonna get the rest of his clothes off.”
“Yeah, yeah, you do that. But make it fast.” He draped one arm across the back of the couch as he swept his gaze up and down my body, devouring the sight of me, and Luke hadn’t even gotten started on the rest of my clothes yet. “Damn, you’re gorgeous, Matthew.”
“He is.” From where Luke stood behind me, he reached around my hips and gradually lowered my pants down my legs, teasing both me and Richard with his unhurried movements. When my pants were at my knees, he took the time to cup my ass, then skimmed his palms along the backs of my bare thighs before making his way down the rest of my body. He let my pants gather at my ankles, then repeated the entire action with my underwear, slowly, erotically stripping away the fabric, sending goose bumps racing over my flesh and making the hair on my legs stand up. Kneeling behind me, he kissed one bare ass cheek, then the other, his hands sweeping up the front of my thighs.
Richard watched my every reaction to Luke’s touch. “He’s good at that, isn’t he?”
“Which part?”
“Getting us naked. The way he makes you feel about your body when he takes your clothes off, it’s like there’s nothing in the world—no one else—he’d rather be touching.”
“Yeah. It’s like—” My breath caught as Luke ran his tongue down the crack of my ass right as he brought his hand around to fondle my dick. He cupped and stroked my length, intensifying my hard-on. “It’s like he’s worshipping me, like he’s never experienced anyone like me before.”
Richard nodded. “That’s how I knew in the beginning.”
“Knew what?”
“That he was special. Do you know how lucky we are? He could’ve run from us after that first night, could’ve walked out of the Haven and never looked back. It’s what his brain was telling him to do.”
“But it wasn’t what he really wanted. He wanted us.”
Richard grinned up at me. “Yeah, he did.”
Luke let go of me and worked my pants and underwear over my ankles and feet. He got up to stand behind me, the heavy bulge of his erection insistent at the top of my ass. “Would you two just shut the hell up and fuck already?”
The grin grew on Richard’s face. “We’re embarrassing him.”
I shook my head. “We’re turning him on with all the talking. I can feel how hard he is.”
Richard raised a brow. “Talking is turning Luke on?”
“Uh-huh. He loves it when we talk before sex.”
That had Richard laughing. He held out a hand for me, then brought me back down onto him so I was straddling his thighs. “You know what else he loves?”
“What?”
He gripped my ass and slid me up his body until we were plastered together, my aching cock trapped between us. “He loves watching us.” He dived in for another kiss, his warm hands splayed across my bare back. I ground down on him while the kiss went on and on. He explored the side of my neck with his mouth, cupping my naked ass and helping me move against him as he nipped and sucked on my flesh.
It was all driving me crazy.
Except I was missing one thing.
Luke.
I reached back for him.
He moved in behind me and straddled Richard’s thighs too, pressing his front half against my back once more. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Uh-huh,” I said around a moan as Luke’s mouth traced a path up the other side of my neck.
I melted under their combined touches. With an arm over my shoulder, I laid a hand at the back of Luke’s head so I could hold on to them both, shifting my body between them. “Please.” I needed to feel more of them, to be touched by them in far more intimate ways.
Richard lifted his head and traced my bottom lip with his thumbs. “What do you want?”
“Luke to kiss me.”
He hadn’t kissed me in days.
I expected Richard to tell Luke what to do, but there was no time. Luke laid his fingers against my chin and turned me toward him. It was a near perfect replica of the sensual, erotic way Richard had kissed me earlier, only with a slight touch of the animated enthusiasm that was all Luke.
When we parted, he was breathless. “Fuck. Your kisses are amazing.”
I tipped my head farther back, not wanting him to go. “Kiss me again.”
A grin hit his lips, and then his mouth was on mine, electric heat passing between us once more. This was what I’d been aching for. The three of us desperate for each other.
“Now,” Luke said. “Tell Richard what else you want.”
I turned to Richard. “Touch me.”
“That’s not very specific.” He flashed me the same easy smile as Luke’s. “But I can make it work.” He held a hand out at my side, palm up. “Luke.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Luke spit in Richard’s hand. Then Richard grasped my shaft, using Luke’s spit to lubricate my length. The complete raunchiness of that move had my breath coming faster. Not to mention that large fist working over my dick.
Luke whispered in my ear. “Lean back against me.”
I did. There was nothing better than feeling both of them at the same time.
Richard tightened his grip on my cock and squeezed to the top in a slow drag. “Feel that?”
“Uh-huh.” I licked my lips.
“That’s me. Wanting you.” He massaged the head of my cock, then glided his hand up and down my length, his eyes locked on mine. The deliberate, sure strokes blended with a teasing tenderness in each movement of his hand was intoxicating. He knew how I liked it as well as I knew myself. Maybe better. The scent of my own arousal grew heavy in the air.
Luke reached around me, and the heat of their combined hands engulfed the length of my dick with each stroke as they jerked me off together, moving their hands as one.
I squeezed my eyes shut and arched into it. “Oh God.”
“That’s it.” The sound of Richard’s deep voice was like a caress against my skin. “Let go, Matthew.”
I groaned. They sped up. It didn’t take long, and I was close. So damn close. My body on fire, a rush of release working its way through me.
Then everything stopped. Their hands were gone.
I threw my eyes open.
Richard gestured at Luke to shift back, and Luke stood, grasping me by the hips and pulling me up with him to stand before the couch again, steadying me with the press of his body to mine. Richard also got up. He drew me close again, lifting me up onto my toes as he kissed me, taking my mouth harder than before, his wet, warm tongue seeking out mine again and again. I humped against him, needing to come so badly. The fabric of his pants scraped against my sensitive cockhead in the most delicious way. He seized my ass in both hands. “Hold on to me.”
I pushed off the floor, my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. Spinning us, he faced the couch and lowered me down so I was the one sitting. He pressed his entire body against mine as he gave me another toe-curling kiss, but he didn’t stay there long. He shifted to kneel on the floor before me. He grasped Luke by the wrist and encouraged him down so they were kneeling side by side, both of them completely focused on me, though neither was touching me any longer.
Richard studied me for another moment, the look on his face filled with longing. Then he turned to Luke and whispered in his ear.
Luke licked his lips and nodded.
“What?” I asked.
There was a glint in Luke’s eyes. “You’ll see.”
Then the two of them were kissing. A wet, sloppy kiss, mouths open, tongues tangling, desire like a live current passing between them, just like that morning in the kitchen. I was captivated, soaking up every detail: the wild touch of their lips, the glimpse of their tongues coming in contact, Luke’s stubbled chin rubbing against Richard’s smooth clean-shaven face, the way Luke swept his palms up Richard’s chest.
Watching them together, locked in that erotic moment, was so pow
erful. I felt like I was a part of it, like I was touching them, their lips on mine, their arms around me, their hands gliding across my skin, their bodies moving against mine.
To avoid taking myself in hand, I grasped the edge of the couch cushion on each side of me. I wanted the two of them to be the next touch that brought me pleasure.
When they parted, both panting, Richard cupped Luke’s cheek as he’d done to me earlier. Luke lowered his eyelids and turned into the touch, planting a soft kiss on Richard’s palm. That simple, affectionate act went straight to my heart. No matter what Luke was like when we first met him, he now loved the tender moments with us. He needed them, craved them, ached for them more than anything else that went on between us.
Seeing them like that together, the two of them mostly dressed while I was laid out on the sofa naked, my dick hard as a rock, my balls aching, it all kicked my arousal up another notch.
Richard turned Luke’s head so they were eye to eye again. “Do it exactly as I say.”
Luke nodded.
“Slowly.”
He nodded again, but he made no move.
Richard tilted his head my way. “Go on. Touch him. I know you want to, need to.”
“Fuck, yes.” Luke faced me and crawled forward, settling his body between my spread thighs. He grasped my shaft in one hand. “He wants to watch us together first.”
I whimpered at his touch. I couldn’t take my eyes off Luke as he lowered his mouth over my cock. I groaned. “Oh God.” It had been far too long since I’d felt this.
“Just the head,” Richard said in a commanding tone.
Luke sucked on the head of my dick, following Richard’s instructions and not moving a fraction of an inch lower, using his tongue, one agonizingly seductive swipe after another, around my glans and over the slit. I threw my head back and groaned once more. Louder. Longer.
From where Richard was still kneeling on the floor, he laid a hand in the middle of Luke’s back. “Now stroke him with your hand too. Lightly.”
Luke did, and it was torture barely feeling the tunnel of his fingers on my shaft.
“More,” I groaned.
Richard shook his head, the hint of a smile at the corners of his lips.
Despite that Luke hadn’t seen Richard’s response, he kept the touches featherlight, never taking his mouth off the head of my cock.
“Just your tongue now.”
Luke opened wide and let my dick slip from his wet lips, a string of saliva hanging from his bottom lip to the head of my dick for a second. Then he swept his skilled tongue over and around the tip again. That, combined with the soft touch of his teasing fingers holding my shaft, had me breathing in rapid pants I couldn’t control. My hips moved without my consent as I instinctively tried to get Luke to take me back into his mouth.
“Not yet,” Richard said from where he still knelt next to Luke. He moved his hand to settle on the back of Luke’s head, lovingly petting him. “Make him sit still.”
Keeping hold of my dick with one hand, Luke placed his other on my lower abs. He gave just enough pressure to keep me glued to the couch.
I whimpered.
Richard chuckled. “Wait for it. You know it’ll be good.”
I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
Luke was still using only his tongue, driving me crazy with tantalizing sweeps across my swollen head. I clutched the couch cushion on both sides of me again and arched up as best I could with Luke pinning me to the couch.
“All right,” Richard said with another laugh. “Go ahead, Luke. Swallow him down.”
Luke did just that, immediately and with urgency, going all the way to the base and burying his nose in the hair above my dick.
I threw my head back. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”
“Only once,” Richard said. “Then hold still.”
Luke drew the wet heat of his mouth to the tip once more, sucking with the perfect amount of pressure. He held there, his warmth wrapped around the head of my cock. No movement, no swipes of his tongue this time.
“Just like that.” Richard sounded breathless. I met his stare. He cupped the front of his dress pants and squeezed his substantial bulge. “The things you two do to me.” Massaging himself through his pants, he laid his other hand on Luke’s back again, then ever so gradually ran that hand down to the crack of Luke’s ass, not stopping until I was certain he was teasing Luke’s asshole through the jeans. “Do it now. Fuck him with that beautiful mouth of yours.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Luke went to town on my dick, his head bobbing, his hand flying over me, his eyes locked on my face before they eventually fell closed as if giving me head was pure ecstasy for him.
Richard watched it all, his breathing racing faster, his gaze now switching between my face and Luke’s activities on my dick. It was like he was living vicariously through the blowjob. Either from my point of view or Luke’s. Maybe both.
He let go of Luke and stood. Rubbing himself with one hand through his pants, he used his other to undo his belt buckle, the muscles of his taut biceps flexing as if he were lifting weights. I loved when he showed off like that for me.
Luke granted me no respite. He kept caressing me with the heat of his mouth, his cheeks drawn in as he sucked and slurped and tongued my entire shaft. When he’d gone down on me at the Haven that night we’d met, he’d been the first guy to give me a blowjob in more than a year, and it had been the best damn one I’d ever had up to that point in my life. His blowjobs had only gotten more intense since then. He could deep throat a guy like no one I’d ever known. But that wasn’t the only thing that made them so powerful. It was the sheer enthusiasm of the way he went about it. Like he’d been waiting years for this moment, waiting years for my dick.
Now I knew for sure, he’d been missing this as much as I had.
That thought sent me over the edge. I bit my bottom lip. “I’m gonna—”
Richard shook his head. “No. Not yet.” He opened the top button on his dress slacks, then slid the zipper down.
I did my best to fend off my orgasm. Not easy with Luke sucking me off like a vacuum hose attached to my dick. I swiped my tongue over my lower lip, waiting for Richard to shove his pants down and show me his thick, hard shaft.
He didn’t. He held still and said, “Nice. Do that again, kid.” I ran my tongue over my lips again, and he groaned as he slid his hand inside the front of his own pants. “Luke, do what I told you next.”
Luke moaned around my dick. It was clear that Richard telling him what to do, ordering him around, was really doing a number on him. He pulled off me. “Spread your legs. Wide.”
I grasped my legs behind each knee and lifted them up and open as Luke sucked his forefinger between his moist lips, drawing it in and out, really getting his finger wet. Then he let it pop from his mouth and drew my shaft between his lips again. He ran that wet finger along the skin behind my balls, teasing my hole with each swipe.
“Oh. My. God.”
Just when I thought I couldn’t take one more second of him wetting and stroking my taint, he slipped his finger inside me. My body jerked forward in response, and I sank deeper into his mouth. He didn’t gag or relent. He fucked me with that finger while he sucked my cock faster and faster.
Then, when my body tensed and my dick was ready to explode, Richard dropped to his knees beside Luke. He leaned in, placing a hand on Luke’s upper back. At that touch, Luke removed his lips from my shaft, and without a moment’s hesitation, Richard took over, his mouth sliding down my spit-slick length as Luke moved lower to lick and suck my balls.
“Oh God. Oh God.” I moaned, loudly, forcefully. My toes curled. My hips shifted into their touches.
Richard pulled to the tip, sucked on the crown, his head bobbing over me in short, powerful bursts. Then he took me all the way in again. My entire body went taut, and my hips jerked forward, sending my shaft farther into the heat of his mouth. I held on to him by the back of his head and let loose, nearly shaki
ng apart as I came.
He held me there until I relaxed back onto the couch.
“Fuck.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I love feeling you lose it like that.”
“Uh-huh,” Luke said as he sat up. “It’s a fucking beautiful thing.”
I needed them closer. I grabbed on to Luke first, then Richard, and tugged them onto the couch with me, holding them in a strong embrace. I couldn’t stop every part of my body from shaking.
“Hey.” Richard laid a hand on the back of my head. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah.” I was more than okay. I shifted back so I could see him. “I love you. I love you both so much.” I rotated us so Richard was the one sitting with his back against the couch, Luke kneeling beside me.
I tugged Richard’s pants and underwear down and off, threw everything aside, and grasped his solid cock. I stroked him, nothing light or tentative, jerking him off with abandon right from the start, and then I took him into my mouth. I didn’t hold back. I got him wet all over, exploring his shaft with my hand and lips and tongue, giving his balls just as much attention too, using every trick I had in my arsenal, wanting him to feel as out of control as they’d had me.
He groaned and whispered words of encouragement. “Shit, Matthew. That’s it. Oh fuck. You’re so damn good at this.”
Luke sat back on his heels, his focus locked on us, lips parted, chest rising with each surging breath. Richard was right. After all this time, Luke still loved to watch us together. His own private porn show. I loved seeing that lust-filled expression on him, but I also could never resist getting him involved once I’d seen that look from him.
I took a quick breather, keeping my hand moving over Richard as I leaned to the side and kissed Luke. He eagerly kissed me back, like it was his dick I stroked.
“Damn,” he said when we parted. “I love when you taste like him.”
“I’m going to taste like both of you in a minute.” I indicated the empty spot on the couch with a tilt of my head. “Sit there.”
Luke stripped down to nothing in seconds and moved to sit beside Richard, their bare hips and outer thighs touching. I shifted sideways to kneel before both of them, my knees straddling one foot of each man. With one hand still on Richard, I grasped Luke’s dick and slid my mouth down his length to get him nice and wet. Then I stroked them both, looking from one to the other.