by Katya Harris
“Give him some more.”
I obey Toby's order. I lap at Jaime's asshole with the flat of my tongue. Probe it. Kiss it. I make love to him with my mouth until he is a sweaty, trembling mess, moaning my name between feral little growls and helpless moans. And then I add some fingers. Incoherent words spill from his lips, but I don't need to understand them to know he is begging, pleading.
Toby chuckles. “I never knew you could be so shameless, Jaime.”
Jaime bites out a swearword and Toby laughs harder.
“Okay, Aidan. I think you've tormented him enough.” Toby strokes a hand over my head. “Up, you get.”
I stand a little unsteadily, dizzy with the taste of Jaime’s flesh. Toby hands me the condom. I rip open the packet with shaking hands and roll the condom on. The latex is so tight around my swollen cock, I wince. A sly smirk curves Toby's lips. Squirting a healthy amount of lube into his hand, he smoothes it over my dick. His grip is tight and perfect, more than enough to force a grunt from me. I thrust into his fist, helping him coat my cock in a thick covering of lube.
He squeezes me tighter, stopping me from moving. “Go slowly,” he tells me. “Make him feel it.”
He helps me notch the tip of my dick to Jaime's asshole, and then I do as King Toby commands.
Bit by slow bit, I push into the tight heaven of Jaime's body. A breath hisses past my lips. My knees tremble so I anchor my hands on Jaime's hips. He'll probably have bruises there tomorrow, the shadows of my fingerprints. I’ll kiss each one.
Pleasure chokes me. I want to tell Jaime how good he feels, how much I've longed for this moment, but nothing comes out of my throat apart from strangled groans. The same kind of noises that are coming from Jaime. It's okay; Toby is vocal enough for all of us.
His low voice winds around us, binding us all together. “Yeah, that's right, Aidan. How does it feel, Jaime? I bet it feels good. You should see how it looks. You're stretched so tight around him, he looks like he can barely fit.” Toby strokes a hand up Jaime's spine and grabs a handful of his hair at the back of his head. Pulling Jaime's head up, he cranes over to look at his face. “Maybe I should take a picture on my phone so you can see.”
A shudder rolls through Jaime's body and into mine. “Shut up, Toby,” Jaime snarls, but with more desperation than anger. He likes what Toby is saying; I can tell by the way he's squeezing me so tight.
Toby laughs. He's jacking himself off with his free hand, his rhythm in perfect time with my lazy thrusts. “Do you want me to tell Aidan to go faster?”
Yes. Make me go faster, I plead silently. My bones ache with the need to come.
Jaime licks his lips. Sweat glazes his skin. “Yes. Do it. Tell him.”
Toby leans over and nips Jaime's earlobe. “Uh-uh-ah. I'm the king here. Ask me nicely.”
Jaime growls. “Please.”
“Is that the best you can do?” Toby taunts.
Violent tremors quiver through Jaime's body. I have to tighten my grip on his hips to keep him steady as I continue slowly fucking in and out of him. Sweat drips into my eyes, burning them. Tension knots at the base of my spine. I don't know how long I can keep this pace up. The already frayed rope of my control is snapping thread by thread, the haze of lust so thick in my head, I can barely think.
“Please,” Jaime croaks. “Will you tell him if I suck on your cock? Your majesty.”
I suck in a breath, my hips bucking before I can stop them. Toby slides me a wicked look. “I do like his negotiating style.”
I wait for a twinge of possessiveness to tug on my gut as I watch Jaime eagerly open his sinful mouth for Toby to slide his dick inside. It doesn't come. There is only a deep satisfaction at seeing them together. That and a flood of arousal.
Toby groans, his hazel eyes glazed with pleasure. His lean body is taut as a bowstring, muscles and sinew showing stark beneath his flushed and sweating skin. “Fuck him, Aidan. Fuck him hard.”
He doesn't need to tell me a third time. My control snaps and my sigh of relief roughens into a savage growl. The slow, smooth thrusts of my cock become a pounding frenzy. Exhilaration rockets through me with each brutal thrust, each muffled groan Jaime makes around Toby's cock. He pushes back against me, silently demanding more, and I give it to him.
I grunt like an animal. My body riots in an overload of sensation. My gaze alternates from where my dick shuttles into Jaime's body, and his mouth wrapped snug around Toby's prick. Pleasure grips my balls in a clawed hand, orgasm growing and roiling like a storm in my gut.
“I'm going to come.” The words sound like they've been torn from me, harsh and ragged.
“Me, too.” Toby sounds just the same. After experiencing Jaime's skilled mouth, I know why. “Make our Jaime come too, Aidan.”
I blanket myself over Jaime's back, one hand bracing myself against my—thankfully heavy—desk, right next to Jaime's. Snaking my other arm around his waist, I grab hold of his cock. He whimpers, his mouth getting even hungrier around Toby as he moves with my thrusts, fucking himself into my fist.
We move like we've done this a hundred times. We're rutting, fucking, making love. I'll remember this night for the rest of my life and I know that even though Jaime is scared of what might be, for me this is it. This is what I want for the rest of my life and I'll do whatever I can to make it happen.
Pleasure starts to coalesce. I'm close, so close. I lick and nip at Jaime's shoulder, lapping up the salt of his sweat, the musk of his skin. Glad of my extra height, I kiss my way along his jaw to his mouth and lick at the corner of his lips, catching Toby's shaft as well. “Fuck,” Toby swears and devolves into wordless groans as Jaime's turns his head slightly to kiss me around the plump head of Toby's cock.
That's how we come, all of us touching each other. It feels like our skin dissolves and we meld together into one writhing, sweating mass of ecstasy. Nothing has ever felt so good, so right. I grip Jaime tighter, thrust even harder, and give myself up to it.
When sense returns, we’re slumped on the floor, Jaime in my lap and still skewered on my cock. We're all breathing hard, our trembling bodies slick with sweat. I lick my lips and taste Toby's cum. I feel turned inside out, exposed, everything I am laid bare before the two men with me. I felt this way the first time I told a shocked Jaime that I loved him—this time, I don't mind it.
I kiss Jaime's shoulder. “You okay?”
Leaning against me, he nods. “Very. You?”
I smile against his shoulder. “I'm perfect.” My eyes slide over to Toby. “How about you, your majesty?”
Toby looks drunk on pleasure, his smile breathless and crooked. “It's good to be king.”
It’s only then I realize he’s still somehow wearing his golden crown. Clambering awkwardly to his feet, he helps Jaime up.
I hiss as my still semi-hard cock slides out of its new favorite place. My knees wobble as I stand up, pulling off the condom as I straighten. I knot it and toss it into the trash. Gently, I pull Jaime into my arms. “Any regrets?”
He kisses me, soft and sweet. “Only that I hurt you.”
I kiss him back, smoothing his tousled hair away from his face. “You hurt yourself, too, so I think we're even,” I tell him. “We're here now, and that's all that matters.”
A not-so-subtle cough at our side. “I think some thanks are in order, don't you?”
I roll my eyes at Toby's smug face. “Yes, your majesty. Thank you, your majesty.”
“Yeah, thank you so much, our most gracious ruler,” Jaime joins in, completely deadpan. “Happy?”
Toby grins. “Ecstatic.” And I know he's not just talking about our show of gratitude.
He claps his hands together. “Right, it's time for us to get cleaned up, and then you two need to go and spend the rest of the night together.”
“What about you?” Jaime asks, beating me to it. “We’re not going anywhere without you. Right, Aidan?”
I look at Toby, see the uncertainty that lurks deep within his hazel
eyes, the vulnerability he is trying to hide, and make sure my voice is firm. “Right.”
“Are you sure? I know you both have things you need to talk about.”
I shake my head. “Like Jaime said, not without you. The three of us are together now. This is it.”
Toby cups Jaime’s cheek on one hand and mine in the other. A smile breaks across his face. “Ok,” he says softly. “Together.”
I turn my head and kiss the center of his palm. “Is that an order?”
“Too damn right it is.” Toby grins. “So says the king.”
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About the author
Katya Harris lives in the UK with her boyfriend, their daughter, and a cat who is the feline equivalent of a sulky teenager. She loves reading and making up stories; has depression and anxiety; and she really hopes you like this book.
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