by Daisy May
“This room is amazing,” I told them.
“Fuck the room,” Jasper said, gripping my hips and pressing his lips to mine.
I moaned into his mouth. Him, I had no contradictory feelings about. For him, I had one hundred percent lust.
The kiss was wild, passionate, and I only got more aroused as our tongues tangled together. I cried out in protest as Charlie wrenched us apart. Was he pissed off? Had he gotten jealous after all? But no—all he wanted to do was claim my lips instead.
Oh fuck. Oh God. All the heat that had been sizzling between us came to a peak as his mouth hungrily seized me. I reared back to drink in a good look at him, then kissed him again with even more burning lust.
“So fucking sexy,” Jasper murmured into my ear.
His breath on my skin was getting me even harder, and what the hell was he doing over there? I grabbed him and dragged him in. He smelled like sweat and fresh soap, similar to Charlie but with his own unique tang.
As worked up as I was from Charlie, this kiss somehow had even more passion. And when I watched the two of them kiss each other next, I only wanted them more.
I sucked in hot, ragged breaths. “Need you.”
“Who?”
Good question. I didn’t know myself which one I was addressing. “You,” I decided, spinning to jab my finger into Charlie’s broad chest. “This—fucking—asshole.”
“Is going to fuck your asshole?”
He was so cocky… and yet every nerve ending in my body was on fire. “Yes,” I said.
With a quick scramble, all of us were naked—as much as necessary, at least, because none of us were in the mood to take our time. There was still a pair of jeans tangled around an ankle here, a shirt dangling from a wrist there. It didn’t matter.
“You’re a bottom,” Jasper said, his voice hoarse with desire.
“For tonight, yes.”
I topped on occasion, but I couldn’t imagine topping either of these two men. They were both so masculine, so dominant, that I only felt the urge to be filled up and stretched out. And I wanted that urge to be fulfilled as soon as humanly possible.
We were all on the bed now, and although I wanted to explore the new landscapes of skin and muscle, both of them were on top of me and I could only catch brief flashes of their bodies. They were too preoccupied with mine—touching me all over, licking and biting and sucking me. They were practically fighting each other for me, and fuck, I loved being the object of their attention.
From frenzied randomness, they settled into a rhythm—Jasper’s tongue trailing over and over around each nipple while Charlie gripped my hips and nibbled on my legs. Neither one had touched my cock yet, and I wriggled with need.
They were so good at working together like this—too good. Again I wondered how many men had joined them in bed this way, but I put the thought out of my mind. Stay in the present, Reuben. The present is pretty damn good. If this was going to be our only night together, I refused to ruin it with overthinking.
Eventually my patience came to an end. My cock was rock-hard, my hole aching with need. “When are you fucking going to fuck me?” I yelled out. The profanity sounded so strange coming from my lips.
Instead of one man or the other immediately burying his length inside me the way I’d hoped, the two of them simply paused and looked at each other, sharing a glance of amusement. “He’s desperate for it,” Charlie said.
I thrashed back and forth. “You said you were going to do it!”
“And he will,” Jasper told me. “Be patient.”
Ugh! I flopped back, wild with frustration. But even though the men still kept me waiting for Charlie’s cock, they allowed me some slight mercy. As soon as I was motionless again, Jasper’s lips found my tip and a hand wrapped around my shaft.
I sat halfway up, eager to see who was touching me. Still Jasper—he was watching my reaction as I took in the sight of him. Charlie was doing nothing… but as I looked on, he dropped down behind Jasper.
Oh… my… God. The two of them worked in perfect sync as Jasper took me deeper and Charlie tongued my balls. I groaned long and loud, my hips bucking upward and down, back and forth. I couldn’t control my body any longer. I was one hundred percent in their hands.
Jasper hummed on my cock, clearly relishing the act. Charlie paused in his task from time to time, and it took me a moment to figure out when he did, he was kissing his husband’s cheek. The realization made me smile, even at the heights of my frenzy. For once, seeing their love for each other didn’t get me down. At least for tonight, they could include me in it, too.
When a finger delved between my cheeks, I couldn’t have said which of them it belonged to. I just knew that the things they were doing to me were absolutely unbelievable, and that I’d never felt this much pleasure in my life. My cock throbbed with each bob of Jasper’s head, and I felt precum leak into his mouth.
How were they even managing to do all of this at once? I wasn’t going to analyze the tangle of limbs to figure out exactly how they were taking possession of my body. I just bucked against that finger, hoping it meant they were finally going to give me what I longed for most—even if that meant what we were doing now had to stop.
But nothing happened, even though I was more than ready. They kept me riding that wave of ecstasy until I felt like screaming and pleading for more. I felt completely incapable of getting a comprehensible word to come out of my mouth, so instead of speaking, I flicked at Jasper’s shoulder.
He kept going, his eyes on me. I swallowed, realizing he wasn’t responding on purpose. Torturing me.
I flicked him again. A third time. Then I wrenched myself back and away from his all-too-talented mouth.
“Something the matter?” he asked, wiping off his face. His forehead was sweaty now—apparently he’d been exerting himself—and when he sat up, I saw he was as hard as I was. Holy hell, that cock looked good.
“You can’t guess what I want?” I panted. “Are you trying to join Charlie on my most-hated-people list?”
He smirked at me. “Is there space on that list? Because I’m having fun with this.”
“He wants my cock.” Charlie’s interruption shattered the playful mood. His voice was dark and meaningful and utterly, compellingly serious.
And I wanted him more than ever.
Jasper and I stared at him, entranced as he eased his finger out of me.
From the hungry way he gazed back at me, I knew he’d give me what I needed.
Charlie
Tonight’s activities may have been the sexiest thing that had ever happened on the face of the planet. This threesome had already blown away every porno I’d ever watched, not to mention all the other group sex Jasper and I had ever had. And we hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet.
“Sure you can handle this?” I asked, bending over Reuben.
He scoffed, giving me a daring look—which on his innocent-looking face was downright erotic. “Show me what you’ve got.”
With a low growl, I brought a pillow underneath his hips. Now he was angled up for me, while Jasper could still suck his cock. And who would get Jasper off? I thought about it quickly and settled on the only possible conclusion.
“Lie down with your legs over there and your head down here,” I said to Jasper. “You’re going to sixty-nine Reuben while I fuck him.”
Jasper followed my directions, although he seemed uncertain whether the position would actually work. It took some wriggling around to get everything right, but by turning their heads to the side, he and Reuben were able to reach each other’s cocks with their mouths.
As for Reuben, my little Cutie McCoffee, he seemed ready to shoot his load at any second. I pinched his nipples and gave him a warning. “No premature ejaculation, got it?”
He broke free from Jasper to glare at me. “Same to you.”
I chuckled to myself as I got prepared. When I was lubed up, I pushed my tip to his entrance. Even with him and Jasper sucking ea
ch other as best as they could, I could still see Reuben tense up, his eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy.
And God damn, it felt just as incredible for me. I gripped his slim hips as I sank into his tight, hot channel. He felt like Jasper, but different, and I took a second to touch my husband’s shoulder before fucking our new lover in earnest.
I’d always loved the thrill of having a new person in my bed. I loved discovering what they looked like under their clothes and how their personality changed behind closed doors. I especially loved finding out someone who seemed uptight was secretly a freak.
And tonight was definitely one of those cases.
“Fuck,” I breathed as I pushed deeply into Reuben.
My entire body was alive for the first time in what felt like years—my heart hammering, my pulse racing, my cock pulsating. I wondered why I’d ever been hesitant when Jasper suggested this. Why had we ever stopped doing this in the first place?
And why had I thought for a second I might dislike the man he’d chosen? He knew my tastes so well. I gazed at Reuben’s angelic face, narrow shoulders, and slim chest. So damn well…
The two of them were busy working on each other, and although the angle wasn’t ideal for a mutual blow job, they were getting it done. I smiled to myself, aroused beyond reason at the scene. This was like watching porn while also fucking the guy in the video.
Reuben’s hips bucked, which made me smile even more. Seeing him lose control was the biggest damn turn-on. And the bucking was only the prelude to his entire body shuddering.
I’d mostly been teasing him with the comment about coming too early, but now I was afraid it’d actually happen. If he came, he might want to stop, and that’d be completely unacceptable.
Pulling my cock almost all the way out of him, I ran my hands along his body in a way I hoped was calming. I wasn’t quite ready for the way he wrenched away from blowing Jasper and glared daggers at me. “What are you doing?” he demanded.
“Don’t want you to come too fast.”
“Don’t want yourself to come too fast is more like it.” His words were a challenge.
I growled and pulled his hips down to the base of my cock, impaling him with one smooth thrust. I hoped I split the mouthy brat in two.
Now Jasper was sitting halfway up, looking from me to him. “Do I really have to referee you two now?”
With a firm hand, I pushed him down to the mattress and directed Reuben’s cock toward his lips. “Thought you told me to fuck it out.”
“Hmm…” He smirked at me before drawing his tongue over Reuben’s tip. “Have it your way, then.”
As soon as he enclosed the head of Reuben’s cock between his lips, Reuben shuddered more and screamed out. His body quivered hard, and his face was unrecognizable. Told you so, you bastard. I gave him a few more long, slow thrusts to help him through the orgasm. I didn’t angle for his prostate. I wasn’t completely evil.
“Holy…” Reuben groaned as he rolled to one side. His cock was still half-hard. And still fully gorgeous.
“I knew it.” I shook my head.
“Are you really telling me you could’ve kept going for much longer?” Jasper asked.
“Fair enough.” I pulled the condom off and took my cock into my hand.
“You think I’m going to let you jerk off now?” Jasper asked. “I just got one load. Let me get two for two.”
“And yours?”
“Maybe Reuben can do that when he recovers.”
We both glanced at Reuben, who was on his back, a forearm slung over his face. He held up a shaky finger. “Yes… want to… just need a… minute.”
When all three of us were satisfied, we rested together in a heap of sweaty limbs. We lay there just breathing for a while.
This point had sometimes been awkward during our past threesomes. Once we’d all gotten our rocks off, Jasper and I were unsure of what to say. Right now, it felt different. Calm. Peaceful. Like we were all content for now… but also like we’d be all over each other again in about a minute.
Eventually Jasper’s stomach grumbled, and all of us broke into laughter—first hesitantly, and then full-on hilarity.
“We never ordered food,” I said, standing up and pulling on boxers. “I’m not going to let my husband go hungry.”
“Too late,” Reuben said with a wink.
We called for pizza—and then played around with each other until it came. Reuben and I managed to not slit each other’s throats while we ate. Apparently getting naked with someone made me get a little fonder of them.
After we ate, we played around some more. And playing around led to fucking some more. This time, Jasper topped Reuben while Reuben sucked my dick. And fuck, even when he was extremely distracted by Jasper’s cock—and I knew from long experience how distracting it was—he still had some serious skills with his mouth.
We finished similarly to the last time. Jasper shot off inside Reuben and then Reuben took the blow job to its logical conclusion. I got between his legs for my first taste of his cum.
And then he curled up and fell asleep.
I poked his arm, alarmed. All he did in return was snuggle closer to me and moan a little.
“Didn’t you ever tell him about the no-sleepover policy?” I demanded in a whisper.
Jasper looked guilty. “I did last time, but I didn’t exactly have a chance to remind him. You’re the one who brought him over here as a surprise, remember?”
“Well, I’m terribly sorry for bringing you an entire evening of incredible sex.”
He slid down beside me, pulling me to his side so that I was sandwiched between him and Reuben. “It was incredible, wasn’t it?”
“So incredible.” I kissed his cheek, then whispered again. “Should we wake him up and kick him out?”
“Why don’t we just go to sleep?” he asked. “It’s just this once.”
Hmph. I had half a mind to kick Reuben out regardless, but when I looked at him sleeping like a sexed-out little angel, I didn’t have the heart for it.
“Fine,” I muttered, closing my eyes as I wrapped my arms around Jasper.
Reuben
The thing was that coming takes a lot out of you—literally. Especially after coming the way I just had—like I’d gotten my soul sucked out of me via my cock.
I should’ve remembered the rule Jasper had told me and forced myself to get out of there. But the bed was so comfortable, and with two other men lying there, it was so damn warm. I couldn’t make myself get up, and in a moment I was asleep.
In the morning, the bed was just as comfortable—even if for a second I had no idea where I was. I rolled onto my side, slowly remembering the events of the previous night that had led me here. And then the events that had happened in this very bed. And there I went—I was halfway hard again.
“Morning, sleepyhead.” Jasper ruffled my hair affectionately. “You’re not working today, are you? Your phone alarm was going off earlier, but somebody got annoyed and turned it off.”
“Shoot,” I said. “I think I was supposed to work, but what time is it?”
From his spot in the armchair by the fireplace, Charlie looked guiltier than I would’ve imagined someone like him could feel. “I assumed the alarm was an accident since it’s Saturday.” He got up to bring the phone to me.
I gave him a funny look as I took it. “I work in a coffee shop. We don’t get weekends off.”
He looked guilty, which was weird to see. I didn’t know how to deal with him being nice.
After a quick glance at my schedule, I figured out I still had an hour before my shift started. “I better get going.”
Jasper grabbed my arm, trying to tug me back into bed. “Do you really have to?”
I bit my lip. “You want me to stay?” Maybe I could call in sick if he and Charlie seriously wanted me here. I didn’t normally play hooky for no reason, but this right here was definitely a reason.
“Come on,” Jasper said, still trying to get me to lie
down despite my resistance. “We’ll make pancakes.”
“I don’t know.” I glanced at Charlie.
“You can stay,” he said.
That was good enough for me.
According to their own rules, I should’ve disappeared out of their lives forever approximately eight hours ago. Any extra time with them was a surprise to be treasured.
Grinning, I opened a text to Hannah. Since there was still time before the shift, she’d only cut off my balls, not my head.
As soon as the message was sent, I asked, “Now, what about those pancakes?”
Neither of the guys was much of a chef—at least, that was what they claimed. But as we proceeded downstairs, it became clear that they both knew their way around a kitchen.
Jasper mixed up the batter, adding chopped bananas and apples, while Charlie dropped spoonfuls into a pan. He even managed to flip the pancakes like the cooks on TV.
“Can I do anything?” I asked. “Set the table or something?”
“Nope,” Charlie grunted.
“He means, don’t worry about it,” Jasper said. “Take a seat and make yourself comfortable. You’re our guest.”
“Thanks for the Charlie-to-polite-human translation.”
Charlie turned and raised his spatula at me. “Sure are mouthy for someone who’s planning to eat these pancakes.”
But he smiled as he said it. Maybe… just maybe… I was starting to understand him.
Not that it matters. As much as you like these guys, they’re never going to see you again. They’re just being nice right now since you accidentally spent the night.
I bit my lip. I knew I was right… which made skipping work an even dumber thing to have done. Dammit. What was I thinking?
I tracked Jasper with my eyes as he moved around the kitchen, then shifted my focus to Charlie. I had to stop obsessing over how perfectly they operated in sync—both here and when they were going down on me last night. People tended to operate in unison when they were together for fifteen years. And it was only natural to be a little jealous, but I had to have faith that I’d be that way with my own partner someday.