by Sloan Parker
He leaned in and whispered, describing exactly what I’d thought.
“He does like that, doesn’t he?”
“Oh yeah,” he said. “It drives him insane. Every. Single. Time. And I love watching it.”
“Take a step back.” I wanted him to have a better view of the bed. “Stay right there.” I slipped off my jeans and shirt, then my underwear and socks. I got on the bed facing Luke and slid a leg over to straddle him, positioned just as Richard had described.
Luke shifted his hips, seeking out friction with my body, all the while keeping his hands clasped around the slats on the headboard. I laughed and bent over him so our lips were only a couple of inches apart. “You want me?”
“God, yes.”
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Yes.” The word was nearly swallowed up by his whimper. “I fucking love your kisses.”
I offered him my lips, erotically rocking my hips over him, shamelessly rubbing my body along his. I loved the scent of him, the hard, eager feel of his body under mine.
The kissing, the frottage, it was driving Luke absolutely crazy, just as Richard had said.
But it wasn’t only that physical connection that was getting to Luke. When our lips parted, his blue eyes were locked on mine, telling me so much without words. This moment was meaningful for him in a way that had nothing to do with sex.
He looked… almost scared. Vulnerable like I’d never seen him.
I halted my movements. “Luke, it’s okay. We’re all still here. Together.”
“I know.” He let go of the headboard and ran his palm along my cheek. His hand shook as he swiped his thumb over my lower lip. He leaned in for a soft kiss. “I know. I’ve just waited so long for this, for us. I don’t want to lose it.”
“You won’t. Ever.”
Another kiss, and I could feel the unease slip away. He grasped the headboard again as if he could no longer deny Richard what he’d asked of him.
Richard’s breathing had sped up a notch as he’d watched us from beside the bed. I wasn’t sure if it was the sexual contact between Luke and me or the tender exchange that had gotten to him.
No, I knew which it was.
I sat up and turned toward him. “Come here.”
I didn’t have to tell him twice. He dived for the bed and knelt beside us. “You two are incredible together.” He ran a hand across Luke’s bare chest. Then he bent down and gave a soft swipe of his lips over Luke’s.
Luke lifted his head and deepened the kiss, his body shifting beneath mine as his arousal kicked up even higher. Both of us touching him at once always did that for him.
When Richard ended the kiss, Luke’s knuckles lost color as he gripped the headboard tighter. “When the hell are you going to fuck him?”
“Oh, Luke, no matter what’s been going on here, you and I aren’t the ones leading this show. Matthew is.” He met my stare.
I reached out for him, needing to feel his lips on mine, his bare body pressed against me.
The searing kiss was explosive, sending a rolling need surging throughout me. As if Luke knew what else I needed, he let go of the headboard, and then his hands were all over me, over Richard too. It was like he couldn’t merely watch the way he sometimes did. He had to be a part of it.
With every second, Richard’s kisses became more forceful, deeper, harder, his body more on fire against mine. In one swift move, he pushed me down onto the bed on Luke’s other side. He straddled me, then reached back across Luke, trying to grasp for something. He fumbled around for several more seconds but couldn’t find what he wanted. “Shit.”
Luke got in on the act, seeming as frantic and uncoordinated as Richard. He finally seized the bottle of lube and held it up. “Here.” He tossed it to Richard.
“Thank God.” Richard snatched the bottle. He shifted back and off my legs. “Spread your thighs.”
I opened myself up for him. In every way. He bent forward and took me into his mouth, kissing and licking along the length of my shaft, stroking me with his wet, warm tongue as he slid his lubricated fingers along the crack of my ass, dipping them inside me when he finally reached the spot where I ached for him to be.
He teased and stroked, went slow, then sped up, caressing my cock with his mouth, fucking me with two fingers, driving me insane.
He hadn’t done anything like this since the night I’d flinched from him.
I threw my head back and moaned, my feet restlessly shifting on the sheet.
Luke chuckled as he came forward and kissed me. “You’re gorgeous, Matthew.”
Richard sat up and gave me one final, deep stroke with his fingers, then tugged them free. He dropped down to his back beside me and pulled me onto him. I sat up, positioning myself over his hard shaft as he held his cock up for me. He ran it back and forth so the tip repeatedly brushed against my asshole. “You ready for me?”
“Always.”
He pressed the head of his dick against me. The touch sent white-hot explosions pulsating throughout me, a burning need racing through me, igniting that primal part of me that craved more. I shifted my body, and the tip of his cock slipped inside. He groaned, loud and long, holding me still with a fierce grasp on my hip.
I didn’t let him get used to the sensation, I slid my body down farther onto his length, his full, thick shaft spreading me open, filling me completely.
Nothing—nothing—in the world felt like that.
“Fuck.” His body trembled beneath mine.
I wanted him to move, needed him to take me with everything he was.
I braced my hands on each side of the bed beside his head. “Do it.” I practically growled the words.
His eyes narrowed, and in a single sharp move, he flipped us around so we were closer to Luke again and I was on my back, my legs splayed over his muscular thighs, his body draped over mine, his cock still buried inside me. He didn’t delay. He slammed into me, fucking me with unbelievably swift jabs that stroked my ass in the most intense, mind-blowing way.
This wasn’t gentle lovemaking. This was a carnal need we’d waited too long for.
The slap of our bodies, the grunts he let out with each jerk of his hips, the firm muscles of his arms jumping with his every move as he held himself over me—it was all exactly what I needed from him.
His thrusts grew wild, wanton. He had to be close. He shifted back for a new angle, his hands on my hips, slanting my ass just right, my legs over his shoulders now as he plowed into me again and again. “Luke. Now.”
“Yeah,” Luke groaned out. He got on his knees, moving into position so he could reach around my leg. He took my shaft in hand and slid his lips over my erection.
The wet heat, that perfect pressure of his mouth engulfed me.
Their rhythm of push and pull, suck and thrust was intoxicating. I was flying high, an almost unbearable release building inside me.
I threw my head back and arched up under them. “Oh God. Oh God.”
Richard plunged into me over and over again, and Luke swallowed me down, his hot mouth giving me no respite. I was gone. To that single-minded place where my orgasm was close, so very close, and I was chasing it down like a sprinter out of the blocks on the last leg of a race.
Luke picked up the pace on my dick, bobbing his head with more vigor, sucking on my shaft like he had to get me to come or he’d lose me forever.
Richard’s thrusts became erratic. He gripped me tighter and groaned, the sound raw and desperate.
That almost sent me over the edge. My entire body tensed.
“No.” Richard stopped. Everything stopped. He shook his head. “Not yet. I want you still hard when I come in your ass.”
“Oh God.” That was from Luke. He’d pulled off me at Richard’s words. He rolled onto his back beside me and stroked himself as he watched us again.
Richard hooked his hands under my knees and raised my legs higher as he dropped down to lie over me, my knees nearly at my shoulders. It felt am
azing to be in that position again, to feel the strength and power of his body over mine, to feel him so close to losing it inside me.
He circled his hips, grinding our bodies together in a deliberate move that had my every nerve ending on fire. Then he kissed me, a delectable wet swipe of lips and tongue. “Shit, I could stay buried inside you forever.”
I nearly came from that declaration alone.
He reached for my hands where they were fisting the sheet beside us. Lifting my arms over my head, he wrapped my hands around the slats on the headboard. “Hang on. It’s gonna get wild.”
“Oh God.” I grasped the headboard, and he lifted up, my legs lowering some with the move.
“Luke. Feed him your cock.”
I nodded emphatically. Both of them filling me? “Yes!”
Luke sat up and moved in close. The skin covering his cock was even more taut and flushed than earlier. He was ready to burst. Holding it out to me, he slid the sleek head between my lips, and I sucked him in without delay, stroking him with my tongue. He leaned over me, and I took him deeper and deeper, letting him fuck my mouth as Richard drove into my ass again and again, even harder, faster than before.
It was electric, unrelenting.
Beautiful.
I squeezed my ass around Richard and tightened my mouth around Luke.
“Oh shit.” Richard jerked forward. “I’m close. So close.”
Luke withdrew from my mouth and gave Richard more room. But instead of going to town on me, Richard pulled out, his chest heaving. He caught his breath, then said, “There’s something else you want.”
“Me?”
“Yeah.”
What was he talking about? I breathed deep and let my eyes fall shut, and then I knew. I opened my eyes and nodded. He shifted farther back to give me room. I flipped over and sat on my heels, my back to him. “Luke, slide over.”
Luke’s eyes widened as soon as he got what I wanted from him. “Fuck, yeah.” He shifted into place, legs lifted high.
I heard Richard opening the bottle of lube behind me. Then he reached around and stroked my cock with slick fingers, getting me ready. I hissed and gripped his forearm to stop him. “Too much.” I was so damn close to shooting all over Luke before I even got inside him.
“Right.” Richard let go of me. He pressed into my back and spoke against my ear. “All together.”
“Yeah. All together.” I propped myself over Luke with one hand on the bed. With the other hand, I guided my dick to his ass. I didn’t mess around. None of us were going to last much longer. I pressed inside him, the tight heat of his ass swallowing my cock inch by inch.
Luke groaned as I filled him. He arched up and grabbed the headboard the same as I’d been doing a minute before.
Once I was bent over him, buried deep, I paused. Richard had his hands on me, spreading my ass cheeks as he sank into me once again. He didn’t hesitate. He drew back and thrust in, grasping my hips, moving me with him so I was well and truly fucking Luke.
Luke and I groaned in concert.
We repeated the move again and again. Forward and back. Moving as one. Luke angled up to meet each stroke, pumping his own shaft now. We sped up, the bed squeaking under us, the headboard banging against the wall, our heavy breaths and uncontrollable grunts filling the basement as we soared together, chasing down the ultimate release. Not as three. But as one.
My body shook right as Richard’s hold on my hips tightened. “That’s it,” he cried out. “Shit. Matthew! Gonna—fuck!” With a shuddering breath, he drove into me one last time and came, cursing under his breath, groans of pleasure pouring out of him.
I held still and clamped down around him, trying to give him every ounce of sensation that I could.
He stayed buried deep inside me throughout his release. Then he collapsed against my back, keeping most of his weight off me so I didn’t fall onto Luke. “Holy shit.” He breathed deep and kissed my bare shoulder. “That was…”
“Amazing.”
“Yeah. I want to do that again. Soon. Very, very soon.”
I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
He whispered his next words against my ear. “Fuck him good.” With urgency he withdrew from me. He shifted to lie on the bed beside Luke. Then they were kissing before me, that sensual, desperate battle of lips and tongues.
I rocked my hips, thrusting in and out of Luke, the two of them kissing with more vigor.
Without breaking the kiss, Richard grasped Luke’s cock and stroked his length, squeezing to the tip. Luke dropped his head back to the bed, his eyes falling shut as that large hand worked him over.
Then Luke’s eyes shot open, a confidence visible in his smirk that reminded me of the Luke we first met at the Haven. He turned his head and reached for Richard once more, planting another potent kiss on his lips. “I want you.”
Richard nodded. “You got me.” He shifted down to lie alongside us, his head at Luke’s groin. I raised up to give him room, then watched as he licked his lips and took Luke into his mouth, offering him the most eager, consuming suction. I knew that technique well. I could practically feel his mouth on my dick, which only intensified the grip of Luke’s ass.
A string of curse words spilled from Luke as I sped up, slamming into him now with nearly the same force Richard had used on me, losing control in that same exquisite way.
“Luke!” I cried out. My body went tight as I pummeled into him again and again, my orgasm racing like fire throughout me, deep, intense.
That did it for Luke. He followed me into that blissful heaven, exploding down Richard’s throat, his hands no longer on the headboard but fisted in Richard’s hair. I kept my cock inside him as he rode out the orgasm.
Richard took in what he could, but some of Luke’s cum spilled from his lips, dripping down Luke’s cock to his balls, sliding down the crack of his ass to the base of my dick where we were still joined.
When Luke had given Richard all he had, he dropped his head and hands to the mattress, his entire body going slack.
I pulled out of him and let his legs fall to the bed too. Then I slid down to lie between his spread thighs. I laid my head on his stomach, running my fingers over his flesh. He did the same with his hand on the back of my head, as if in awe of what we’d just done. Or that I was still there with them, maybe that we all were still there together.
Richard shifted up the bed and settled in beside Luke, spooning him, his hand on my head too. Three sated bodies. Three men in love.
Then Luke frantically clasped on to Richard’s hand. “Don’t ever leave us. Ever. You got that?”
“Hey.” Richard lifted up to look down at him. “I won’t. I promise.”
“Good.” Luke patted my head. “You either.”
“It’s a deal.”
With that, Luke relaxed once more. Richard lay back down and held him, both of them cradling my head again.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
We stayed like that for several minutes, just basking and sighing and stroking, featherlight touches that seemed to say more than we ever could with words.
Eventually we got up, lingered under a hot shower together, and then spent the afternoon in bed, snuggled under the blankets. We napped, laughed, talked, laughed some more, and only crawled out of bed long enough to gather sandwiches and chips for a snack.
A few hours later, after Walter and Kevin had dropped Trixie off, we reluctantly agreed it was time to see about making dinner.
I wandered into the living room and sat on the couch beside Trixie. I gave her some love and a kiss on top of the head. “I missed you so much, baby girl.”
She leaned into my side.
Luke stepped into the room, his hair wet from the second shower he’d had that day. Richard was behind him. He stopped and leaned against the doorway, watching me.
Luke flopped down and sprawled out on the couch with his head in my lap. “God, I love this couch.” He reached across me and scratched Trixie behind one ear, then rolled ont
o his side, grabbing one of my thighs in both hands and snuggling in like he had no intention of moving for a week. Maybe longer.
Despite all the rest we’d gotten, we were still tired. And relieved. The week could’ve ended very differently than it had, and I didn’t even want to contemplate what things would be like for Luke and me right then if Richard had been shot and killed right before our eyes.
“Come on, you two.” Richard tipped his head toward the stairs. “Let’s just order pizza and head back to bed.”
Luke stretched his back. “God, yes. I love our bed.” He got up and crossed the room to Richard.
“Matthew?” Richard asked. “You coming?”
“Yeah, but there’s something I need to do first.” I went to the fireplace, retrieved the lighter from the mantel, and sat on the floor.
Luke knelt at my side. “What is it?”
“This.” I removed the piece of paper my mom had given me from my pocket. “It’s the number for my dad’s divorce attorney.”
Richard had been right.
I was more of a man than my father ever was. I didn’t need to see him to prove anything to myself. I just needed to be me. I was exactly who I was meant to be. Despite him and all he did to me, I had learned to trust. And to love. Who could ask for more than that?
Richard got on the floor on my other side and ran a hand down my back. “You sure about this?”
I nodded. “I don’t need anything else from him. I can move past what he did to me and how he left us on my own. With you guys at my side.” Without an ounce of reservation, I lit the edge of the paper and tossed it into the fireplace. The yellow flames swallowed up the paper and then burned away to nothing. I looked at Richard, then Luke. “I have my family. One I’m very proud of. You were right when you said sometimes taking a chance is the right move.” I got up. “Wait here. I have something for you guys.” I raced up the stairs and into our room and retrieved the hidden case from the bathroom drawer. I rushed back to the living room and knelt before them.
Once I had the plastic case open, I removed two of the three small black jewelry boxes tucked inside. I held one out for each of them.