His Very Own

by Jamie Craig

  Scott sighed. “I think I could do this for hours,” he murmured.

  Adam moaned, a part of him hoping that Scott would do just that, another part of him certain he would never be able to tolerate it. He slid his lips down Scott’s cock to his soft sac. He traced the skin with the tip of his tongue, making small, elaborate patterns. Scott moaned, his hot breath blowing across Adam’s damp crown, cooling the skin. Adam shuddered, pleased and shocked by the way the pleasure he gave Scott echoed through his own body.

  “No more waiting,” he heard Scott mutter.

  The next thing he felt was the tight suction of warm lips sealing around his cock, heat that had driven him mad his first night in their home enveloping his shaft, rough fingertips stretching to caress his tight balls. Scott paused for only a moment when the head pressed deep. He swallowed, and the sudden constriction around Adam’s cock tore his mouth away from Scott, his breath coming in sharp pants as he fought against the urge to fuck the other man’s throat.

  Scott gripped Adam’s hip and Adam let him guide the rhythm. He sought out Scott’s cock again with his mouth, closing his lips around the tip, and teased the pre-come out of the slit. While Scott chose to swallow Adam’s length, Adam chose to focus on Scott’s crown. He sucked and lapped at the velvety skin, his hands busy on Adam’s legs, thighs, and ass.

  Every time Scott swallowed, he held Adam in his throat, letting his breath fan over his balls. Every time he pulled back, he caressed the heated sac, drawing tight circles around his balls that made them ache. Every time he made a sound, it reverberated through Adam, bouncing around inside his skin until he felt like he was going to fly apart from the force of it.

  It wasn’t a matter of tolerating it at all. It was getting lost in a sea of sensation, only tethered back to the moment when Scott would surprise him with an unexpected scrape of his teeth or a callus hitting a fresh patch of skin.

  It seemed like an eternity since Adam had gone down on another man. Even longer since he had been in a position like this. He knew that Scott was doing everything right. His mouth and his hands were in perfect tandem, and he manipulated Adam’s body like he had been born to do it. It made his own task difficult to concentrate on, but he wanted to do the best he could. He wanted to do the best he could for Scott. With that in mind, Adam slid his fingers between Scott’s thighs and sought out his tight hole, tracing the ring with his fingertips.

  A whimper escaped Scott, and his hips began to jerk as he thrust erratically into Adam’s mouth. Bending his leg, he exposed his ass even more, inviting Adam to press further, never once breaking the rhythm of his mouth. More whimpers. More suction. More, more, and so much more that Adam was soon moaning along with Scott’s desperate movements. When Adam’s fingertip pushed past the clenching muscle, Scott made a sound that razored straight through Adam’s cock. On the near violent slam of the other man’s body, the vein in Scott’s shaft pulsed, followed immediately by the hot blast of come filling Adam’s mouth.

  Oh, yes. Adam made sure to swallow each string that landed on his tongue. And when he swallowed every drop, he lavished Scott’s shaft with his tongue, catching every bit of the salty fluid. Despite his orgasm, Scott didn’t stop moving against his hand, and he didn’t stop moaning around Adam’s cock. The sounds of his pleasure vibrated through Adam’s body, and he finally unleashed himself. He slammed into Scott’s mouth, fucking him harder and faster, and Scott didn’t resist. With a final thrust, his cock jerked against Scott’s constricting throat, and Adam buried his face against the blanket, muffling his shout.

  Scott swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed again, taking such obvious enjoyment in the come coating his throat that Adam almost felt like he could come again just from the sound of it. He eased off gradually, his breath rapid and hot, his tongue seeking out every inch as if to catch any runaway droplets. When he finally let Adam’s softening prick go, he folded his body as he twisted around to seek out Adam’s mouth in a lingering kiss.

  “This was the most enjoyable Monday I’ve had since moving here,” he said against Adam’s lips.

  Adam didn’t quite know how to respond. He couldn’t think of a more enjoyable weekend, a more enjoyable day, a more enjoyable moment than Scott kissing him. He gripped the back of Scott’s head, holding him in place as he traced his lower lip.

  “Does this mean you don’t mind if I stick around on Tuesday?”

  Scott chuckled. “That would be the safest bet you could ever make.”

  “Good. Just tell me when you don’t want me sticking around anymore.”

  Smoothing his hand down Adam’s back, Scott devoured his mouth in a long kiss, rolling Adam’s smaller frame on top of his. No other response came to Adam’s assertion, and soon enough, he’d forgotten he’d said anything at all.

  Chapter 6

  Adam checked his watch and debated his options. Sasha had promised that she would be done by the time Adam returned from the grocery store, but he had food in the backseat of the car, and Sasha was nowhere to be seen. He could continue to sit in the parking lot and wait for her, but he knew that Scott, Colette, and Ida were waiting dinner on them—especially since Ida had given them a grocery list and a specific set of instructions.

  Adam sighed and killed the engine. Maybe if Sasha was going to be much longer, he could just drive the food over to Ida’s, then come back to pick her up.

  He couldn’t believe that an entire week had passed since his first meeting with Ida. The first week had disappeared in a blur of sex and talking and reading and chores, and by Thursday, Adam realized he was beginning to create some sort of life for himself there. It was an unexpected life, and he didn’t even know if he was welcome to it, but the fact remained that he could imagine staying there, with the three of them.

  Adam had never been inside the clinic before, but finding Sasha’s office had been easy enough. She was bent over the desk, her long hair pulled back into a smart bun, reading glasses resting on her nose. Adam knocked on the door lightly and smiled when she glanced up.

  “Just thought I’d check on things in here.”

  “I’m just about done,” she said, turning back to her desk. “I’m writing up my notes for Rowena to clean up on Monday. I didn’t mean to take so long. I ended up having to do some intermediary sutures on Jason’s leg that would hold until his mom got him over to the emergency room in Jacksonville.”

  “I don’t mind.” Adam liked to watch her when she wasn’t looking at him. Despite the time they spent together, Sasha still intimidated him a little. Or maybe it wasn’t simple intimidation. He was damned near in awe of her. “I just wasn’t sure if I should run the food over to Ida’s and come back, or just wait a bit longer.”

  “Wait. Please.” She glanced back at him again, this time a small smile on her face. “Scott gets you all the time all to himself. I think it’s only fair if I get to be selfish for a few minutes.”

  Adam ventured farther into the small office. “I’m fine with you being selfish. Though I wish we had more than a few minutes for it.”

  “We can steal some more tonight.” Scribbling one last thing on the file, she clicked her pen shut and tossed it onto the desk before turning around to face Adam fully. She hadn’t bothered to change out of her jeans when the emergency call had come from her service, and her legs looked unbelievably long as she sat on the edge of the desk. “Maybe we can cuff Scott to the bed and fuck in front of him. Drive him crazy because he can’t touch us.”

  Adam flushed at the thought, and his groin immediately tightened. He knew he should take her back to the car, but the thought of getting those long legs wrapped around his hips forced him to move closer to her. “You know, I’ve watched you last week, and how much time you spend here in the clinic, and I’m just…stunned.”

  A bemused smile curved her mouth. “Because I have any energy left over for home?”

  “Yeah. I mean, you still make time for your family, and your own interests.” And me, somehow. “And you’re just s
o matter-of-fact about what needs to be done and how you’re going to do it.” Adam came to a stop directly in front of her, and reached out to brush a strand of hair from her cheek. He was still testing his boundaries when it came to casual contact, but he was finding those boundaries to be pretty nonexistent. “Where do you find all that energy?”

  His stomach flip-flopped when she tilted her head into his touch. Further proof that she welcomed his attention. “It’s just who I am, I guess. This is the only life I get, so I want to make the most of it.” Reaching out a slim hand, Sasha followed the line of buttons on his shirt, toying with them almost distractedly. “This state of being stunned. It’s not scaring you off, is it?”

  “Scaring me off? No, not quite.” Adam hesitated. He knew that he needed to be willing to talk to Sasha and Scott honestly, but most of the time, he was a little frightened of stepping on toes, or misunderstanding the situation. “I’m just…a little worried sometimes. That if I stay another week or two, I’ll start…becoming really attached to you…to all of you…and this life.”

  Sasha regarded him with clear eyes, obviously expecting him to continue. When he didn’t, her brows drew together, and her hand settled at his waist. “Did Scott or Colette say something to you to make you think you weren’t welcome here?”

  “No, not at all. Colette seems to think it’s her job to keep me entertained and busy. And Scott…he lets me know that he appreciates having me around.” Adam took a deep breath. “But I just lost the only person I had in the world and I don’t really want to go through that same sort of loss again.”

  “Oh.” The fine lines at the corners of her eyes disappeared, and her mouth softened as she began to caress him again. “Well, I’m not going to tell you what to do, but for what it’s worth, none of us want to see you hurt anymore. None of us.”

  “I believe you.” He ducked his head to inhale the smell of lavender in her hair. “It feels a bit odd, though, asking if I can stay after I’ve only known the three of you for a week.”

  “Are you?” Sasha turned her head so that her cheek grazed his, her mouth hovering at his ear. “Asking, I mean.”

  “Yes. I am. I woke up this morning around five and I realized if I could make it down to my car, I could make it to Miami before sunset. But Scott had his arm over my chest, and the thought of leaving…well, clearly, I couldn’t do it.”

  It was easier to ask when she wasn’t looking at him. It didn’t make sense to him that these amazing people might want him around for more than a casual fling; he fully expected either or the both of them to turn around at any given moment and wish him well as they shooed him out the door.

  But Sasha wasn’t letting him go. Her hand crept upward, finding the back of his neck and keeping him close as she trailed a kiss along his neck.

  “We’d miss you if you weren’t here,” she said softly. It wasn’t a tone he heard her use often; in fact, he wasn’t entirely sure it was a tone he’d heard since his first night with them. “If you want to stay, Adam, stay. You have a place with us for as long as you want it.”

  Adam couldn’t put a name on the emotion that rushed through him. Happiness seemed far too weak. Relief? Gratitude? A powerful combination of the three, with a light sprinkling of arousal because her mouth was finding each and every sensitive spot on his neck? Could have been. All Adam really knew was that he wanted to convey what her words meant to him.

  He pulled back just enough to seek out her lips with his. The initial contact was soft—softer than he had ever tried to kiss Sasha before—but as she responded to the caress, he deepened it, his tongue slipping into her mouth, his hand pressed against her back.

  Sasha settled her weight more firmly on the desk, lifting a long leg to coil around the back of his. Her kisses elicited far different responses than Scott’s did, something edgier, darker. There was a drive even in her caresses, ready to push at a moment’s notice, even when she was in full control. This was the first time they had been alone together without Scott in the background, and it was almost intoxicating experiencing the full thrust of her attentions. When Adam caressed the side of her breast, knuckles skimming over the soft flesh, Sasha groaned and pushed harder into the contact.

  “It’s not how much time we spend together that matters,” she panted in between kisses. “Hasn’t Scott told you how quickly I moved into his place in college?”

  Scott had made a casual reference to three days, but Adam had assumed he was joking. He understood now that he should have known better. Adam paused at the buttons on her blouse, unfastening only the top two. His mouth drifted down her neck to the patch of skin he exposed.

  “What does matter then?” Adam asked, without lifting his head.

  “Knowing who you are and what you want.” She scratched her nails over his nape, encouraging him to continue. “And we want you, Adam.” Letting her other hand drift lower, she molded her fingers over his straining erection. “All that matters is whether or not you want us, too.”

  Adam slipped another button free, then another, exposing the soft material of her bra. He licked the edge of the lace, delighting at the contrast in textures between her skin and the material. She arched against him, and he knew they didn’t have the time he wanted to take. Knowing they should probably stop, that everybody was waiting for them, just sharpened his desire.

  “I do,” Adam breathed. He finished the row of buttons and pushed her blouse off her shoulders. “So much.”

  The hard point of her nipples visible through her bra taunted him closer. Adam mouthed a path over the lace, clamping his mouth over the tip to suck it through the delicate fabric. He bit down to make it scrape across both his tongue and her skin, and Sasha cried out, arching into his mouth as her hand tightened on his cock.

  “I think the important thing is right now, I want you.” Her fingers popped the top button of his jeans. “When are we supposed to be back?”

  Adam moaned as she worked his zipper down and reached into his pants to wrap her fingers around his shaft. “Does it matter?”

  Sasha chuckled. “Now you’re learning.”

  Without letting him go, she reached behind her and grabbed a small packet from a basket that sat on the corner of her desk. It took a moment for Adam to realize it was a condom, and the thought that she had them out for the taking like a bowl of candies made Adam smile.

  Adam reached between their bodies and sought out her zipper. He pushed her tight jeans past her hips and down her thighs. They both pushed and fumbled with the clothes until her pants hung off a single foot, and his were in a pile at his ankles. As soon as they were free from the constraints, her legs wrapped around him again, and his mouth went back to her full breasts. If she wasn’t going to worry about how much time they had, then he wasn’t going to worry about taking his time to lick and caress and kiss her tits like they deserved.

  Holding his head to her breasts with one hand, Sasha used the other to catch the wrapped condom between her teeth, tearing the foil open in order to pull out the rubber. She wasn’t in any hurry to put it on him, however. She ground against him, coating the length of his cock with her wet pussy, long strokes that teased as much as they made both of them groan in anticipation.

  Adam ran the flat of his tongue over her nipple again and again. When he lifted his head, her bra was shiny and damp, her dark nipple easily seen beneath the now transparent material. He blew across her skin, smiling as she shivered and pulled him closer. He knew he needed to step back and slide the condom on, but her heat was spreading through his flesh, making him long for more. Making him greedy for it.

  Sasha threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his head, slamming their mouths back together. Any semblance of the tenderness from earlier was gone, replaced by a ravenous need that had both of them attacking with teeth and tongues. Her nails dug into his scalp, and each prickle went straight to his cock. It shocked him how much he wanted this. Right now. Right here. But he still couldn’t find the fortitude to separate fr
om her heat long enough to put the condom on, not even when she wormed her hand between their bodies to slip it over the wet tip.

  Sasha unrolled the condom with a few flicks of her long fingers, and Adam strained against her hand. He wrapped his arm around her, and as soon as her fingers hit the base of his cock, he slammed her against his chest and thrust into her waiting body. She moaned into his mouth—in approval or satisfaction—and her pussy clenched around his shaft, holding him. It occurred to Adam that anybody could walk in, but as he eased her back to the paper covered desk, he thought that the whole town could parade through the office to get a look, and that still wouldn’t be enough to stop him.

  With her hair pinned up, her neck looked even longer, especially when she arched her shoulders away from the surface of the desk. Her eyes were closed, her breath coming in short, sharp pants, and a thin veneer of perspiration made her skin glisten, in spite of the air conditioning going full blast.

  “Hard,” she gasped. “God, just fuck me as hard as you can.”

  Adam ran his hand from her throat down to her hip, skimming over her smooth chest and stomach. She arched beneath his touch, quivering, waiting for him, but he understood that she wouldn’t wait for long before taking back the control. He gripped her hips, holding her in place, then eased back and slammed into her again. Sasha gasped, tightened, gripped his arm, her nails digging into his skin. Adam didn’t need any more encouragement.

  He hadn’t fucked her like this before—not precisely like this. He always held a piece of himself back. He always wanted to be sure he understood where he fit and respected boundaries. But now, none of that mattered.

  Her eyes were black when she finally looked up at him, glittering and as hungry as her hands. Denying the truth of her desire for him was no longer possible, especially as she whimpered with each drive into her tight flesh. His fingers dug into the muscle, making Adam wonder if he would leave bruises when they finally parted, but Sasha never complained, never pulled away, never did anything but clench and tremble around him.