by Jo Raven
“Sure, okay, yes. We’ll just sit here. Come on, Jarett.”
Jarett just grins, content to let his girl pull him to the sofa and then pulling her on his lap, hugging the hell out of her. I grin back at them.
Guy doesn’t talk much. He knows us, we’ve met plenty of times during this past here, but I think that the fact we’re a foursome is only just sinking in. After all, it’s one thing to meet in a bar for drinks and another to come into our home and find us together, rumpled and smelling of sex, but he doesn’t bat an eye.
After all, why should he? Nothing to see here.
Just a happy family.
Showering takes longer than expected because Kash can barely move, still high on endorphins and worn out, and then of course when we’re all naked inside the extra-large shower stall, we can’t keep from touching, and tasting, and pleasuring.
“Guys… Gigi and Jarett are waiting,” Sydney gasps when West pulls her against him and cups her tits, playing with her nipples. “We need to get ready.”
“Why did we agree to dinner tonight?” I grumble. I’ve been hard since earlier, and now that sleeping is off the table, I’d be all for another round of games and pleasure.
“Gigi wanted to tell us something, and…” She moans when West dips a hand between her legs. “God…”
Fuck, I’m about to bust a nut. I turn my face into the warm spray and drop a hand to my dick, pushing it down and gritting my teeth.
Kash loops an arm around me and leans drunkenly into me, blond hair plastered to his forehead, a lazy smile on his face. “Need some help with that?” He looks down pointedly at my hard-on.
I slide a sideways look at him. After so long together, I’m still figuring Kash out. I think he’s still figuring himself out, too, but there’s no mistaking the desire in his gaze when he focuses on my face, on my mouth.
Leaning in, I brush a kiss over his lips. “Sure do. How about we help each other?”
I mean, fuck rushing through this shower. Plus, West has already slid down on the tiled floor and has Syd on his dick, thrusting into her with short, hard thrusts. Making this quick is out of the question now.
So I turn and kiss Kash full on the mouth, tongue and teeth and all. His long-fingered hand closes around my hard-on, and I hiss at the shot of pleasure that brings. I return the favor, curling my hand around his long, hard dick, and we stroke each other furiously, racing for a finish line we can’t see but feel, and then we’re suddenly past it and hurtling into blissful release.
“Fuck.” He wrenches his mouth from mine to pant and thump me on the shoulder with his fist. “Fuck, this was good. Why do we have to go out now?”
Exactly my thoughts. I capture his fist and stick my tongue out at him. “Later, Blondie. Plenty of time for more later.”
At least I won’t have to get through dinner hard as a rock, though, and end the night with blue balls.
Small mercies.
“Sorry we’re so late,” Sydney says as we all come down the stairs, flushing crimson. “We lost track of time.”
She’s so fucking hot when she blushes that I seriously consider yanking her upstairs and getting her on my dick.
We’ve all dressed for the occasion, Sydney in a sexy little black dress, us guys in dress pants and shirts, meticulous and careful, though there are little details that betray us and expose our dazed state of mind after a long day and lots of sex.
Like how West’s buttons are not buttoned exactly right, and Kash’s bruised wrists are barely covered by his long-sleeved shirt, and Sydney’s curls are a mess, and is that an imprint of fingers on her shoulder?
Oh, and let’s not leave out the hickey on my neck that I forgot to cover up. Besides, why should I? It’s a badge of pleasure, of good times. Why should I hide that I’m getting some?
It also has the added bonus that Gigi’s gaze shies away from me every time she sees it, and it’s damn funny.
The restaurant we’re having dinner at is a nice Mexican tapas place, not too fine, but cozy. There are bright weaves on the walls and the walls are painted in warm colors. We order margaritas, and so much food it could feed an army.
We eat a lot. I figure we burn most of it having sex than sparring or running.
Suits me.
“So guys, what’s up?” Sydney has her arms folded on top of the table, and Kash has his arm around her, leaning into her, his eyes heavy-lidded. “You seemed really excited about going out tonight.”
Gigi smiles, and it’s blinding, and happy. “We’re getting married. Jarett proposed.”
Well, slap my ass and call me Sally.
Sydney squeals.
My smile freezes halfway. Marriage. I never thought of this. Does Sydney want it? Hell, do West and Kash want it? Is it even possible? Feasible?
“Oh. My. God.” Sydney gets up and runs around the table to throw herself into her bestie’s arms. “I’m so frigging happy for you guys! I’m going to bawl like a baby.”
That makes me smirk. We all get up and go around to hug Gigi and shake hands with Jarett who looks smug and pleased. Then we have our food and talk until well into the night.
This is nice, I think, half-drunk on margaritas and the simple joy of being around my people and good friends. My tribe. My clan.
My family.
We talk about the wedding – of course Sydney will be maid of honor – and about Gigi’s sister and brother-in-law who, as it turns out, are good friends with Zane Madden. It’s a small world.
“You all need a dragon tattoo from Zane,” Kash says to us, and I’ll ask him later what he means.
Then we talk about Jarett’s job as a mechanic, about our college plans, about Kash and what he plans to do with his money. He wants to create a foundation for runaway youth, something he’s talked to us about a few times already. He also wants to help the families of the ex-fighters harmed by his uncle, and also help his friend George with his restaurant.
He gets excited talking about it, how he’ll help people. I couldn’t imagine a nicer guy inheriting a fortune. A nicer guy finding us, joining us, helping us. Loving us.
Buying us a house was great. Buying us the biggest bed available even better. But we don’t need a house to have a home. Sydney said it right from the start: we’re each other’s home, and that won’t ever change.
It’s really fucking late when we get home. I unlock the door and we stumble inside, half-drunk and laughing at something stupid Kash said in the car about booze helping with experimentation and West finding it hilarious.
It is hilarious. We’ve been experimenting since we met each other.
“I’m serious,” Kash says as I close and lock the door, his voice echoing in the empty living room, and I turn to look at him.
“What?”
“I want to try.”
“Try what, Sunshine?”
Kash glances at Sydney who’s suddenly grinning from ear to ear. “You know.”
“Guys…” She squeals and claps her hands. “Will you?”
“Will we, what?” West asks, frowning. “What exactly are we talking about here?”
“A boys night!” Sydney is practically jumping with excitement. “Oh, I’d love to watch.”
“I see…” A slow grin spreads over West’s face. “Naughty girl.”
“Don’t worry.” I bare my teeth at her and she giggles. “We’ll take care of you afterward.”
Kash’s expression is a mixture between embarrassment, eagerness and desire. “We’re doing this, then?”
“If you’re up to it, dude, and not just because of the booze…” I watch his face carefully, looking for signs of indecision, or fear.
But his gaze is clear when he nods. “I’m definitely up to it.”
He’s definitely up, that’s for sure. The front of his black pants is stretched tight over his hard-on, molding to his swollen dick.
“Then let’s go.” I grab Sydney’s hand and start up the stairs, trusting the guys to follow. After all, they have t
o be there for the hot boy sex they agreed to, right?
I sit Sydney down on the edge of our enormous bed and crouch down in front of her. “Still sure about this, my lady? About sitting this one out?”
She blushes but nods. “Yes.”
“Then would you like to lead us? Tell us what to do?”
She considers this for a moment, a pensive expression on her pretty face. “No. Well, I want you to kiss, but after that, it’s whatever you like.”
“Our queen is easy to please,” West says, his voice a low rumble as he tugs Kash onto the bed.
She is that. Our queen, and we’re her fucking knights.
And that’s enough roleplay, or foreplay, or whatever this is. Time to test how into this Kash really is.
I catch his wrist and haul him against me. He doesn’t flinch, his other hand still held in West’s tight grip. He looks me straight in the eye and leans in to kiss me.
Kash is kissing me, and the world fades. We’ve kissed plenty of times, but usually I take the initiative, I make the moves.
His tongue thrusts between my lips, strokes my tongue, and just like that, I’m rock hard and aching. I yank him closer, until our hard-ons press together, and I’m rewarded with a long groan rumbling up his chest.
He tastes of lime and tequila, of salt and Kash.
I break off when West joins us and slides his hand up to Kash’s face to kiss him in his turn. I lick his taste off my lips and lean back, catching sight of Syd who’s watching us.
“Okay?” I ask her, a wave of such affection going through me I think I’ll come apart.
“Undress,” she says, her voice a whisper going straight to my dick. “I want you guys naked.”
“You first.” I haul her closer for a quick kiss that leaves her panting, then release her and wink.
Not one to back down, she sticks her tongue out at me and unzips her dress. “You got it.”
Now I’m torn between watching her undress and watching Kash and West make out. She’s pulling her dress down, baring her light pink bra and the pale mounds of her breasts, a slow seduction, while Kash and West are groaning in each other’s mouths, fighting for dominance.
Holy fuck.
“Your turn,” she says, then, a twinkle in her eyes, and I remember I’m supposed to undress, too.
Taking a deep breath, my skin heating under her gaze, I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off, then undo my belt and pants and sit on my ass so I can shove them down and off me, followed by socks and shoes.
“You were going commando?” Syd whispers, her voice choked, when my cock swings up between my legs, fully hard.
I give it a squeeze and grin wolfishly at her. Then I turn the other way and find both Kash and West looking at me. “You heard the lady,” I say. “Clothes off.”
Kash reaches for his shirt buttons, still staring at me, but West pushes his hands away and works on them himself, quickly and efficiently. He has Kash’s shirt and pants off in no time and then there’s a very naked Kash kneeling in front of us, dick hard and hair messy, bare chest gleaming as if carved of polished marble.
Damn sexy.
Then he leans forward and returns the favor, divesting West of his blue shirt and black slacks, bending over West’s long legs to remove the socks and shoes, and hell, they make such a picture together.
So fucking hot.
I’m a lucky guy. I never thought I’d feel this way in my life, but there it is. I’m lucky to be here today, and I can’t ever forget it, forget how grateful I am to these people, my lovers, for wanting me like I want them.
Thank fuck for that.
West fists his cock, and Kash does the same. They mirror each other, kneeling on the bed, jacking off, and I’m caught in a spell. A glance at Sydney tells me she’s as entranced as I am, a hand in her light blue panties, her cheeks glowing red.
West lifts his gaze to me and nods, as if asking, what now?
One thing is for sure: tonight, Kash’s ass is mine. So I move behind the blond and pull him up against me. When I wrap my arms around him, he struggles, almost shoving me back, an instinctive reaction.
“Easy,” I breathe in his ear, the silver hoops he wears cold against my lips. “Easy now.”
It’s like gentling a wild colt.
“Sorry,” he mutters, and I feel the moment he reins in his strength and accepts my hold. “I already let you get your way once today.”
“That a problem?”
He hesitates. “No.”
I slip my hand down his tight stomach to his dick and the moment I grip it, his head falls back on my shoulder, and he thrusts into my hold. When I slide my other hand behind his balls to stroke him right there, like I did earlier, he widens his stance, giving me access.
With a growl, West scoots closer and curls his hand behind Kash’s head, tugging until he can kiss him. Kash grabs at West’s shoulders and returns the kiss savagely, licking and biting at West’s mouth until they’re both groaning.
Goddamn. I massage his ass opening, his balls, and all the while, his dick thickens and grows hotter in my hand. He’s super excited, and into this. Good sign, not that I need one with the way he’s rocking his hips and attacking West’s lips.
My cock is leaking, wedged against his muscular ass. I need to fuck him now, or I’ll come like that. Unacceptable, when Kash consented to let me tap his fine ass.
Speaking of which… I lean away and grab the lube from the nightstand, uncap it with my teeth and pour a good amount over his ass. He breaks the kiss and twists his head to see when I massage the slippery oil between his ass cheeks and over his asshole.
When I dip a finger inside, he groans. I stretch him and add another finger that has him struggling again.
“Kash, dude. If you wanna stop, now is the time.”
“Dammit, Nate, just fucking do it.”
“I’m gonna put my cock in there.”
“Do it.”
West is panting as harshly as Kash. He’s stroking his dick, one hand braced on Kash’s shoulder. “He wants it, Nate.”
Maybe it’s selfish to wanna fuck them when I won’t let them anywhere near my ass. But they seem to get it. Especially West who’s let me do everything I wanted to his body from the start. He’s a strong, possessive guy, and if I wasn’t this screwed in the head, I bet he’d had my ass first.
As it is, he lets me have his, because he’ll take what he can, but some day, when I’m ready, I’ll submit.
Because he’s been by my side all along, and I trust him with everything I got.
I glance at our girl. “Syd?”
“I want to see you,” she says. See you together.”
Fuck…
A low whine escapes Kash when I withdraw my fingers to slather my hard-on with lube. I haven’t figured out yet how to do this, my brain sluggish and burned out with lust, but when he sways forward, West grabs him and takes charge.
“Come here,” West says, pulling Kash on top of him, and from the gasp Kash lets out, I bet his dick is pressed between their bodies, together with West’s. “This is good.”
Oh fuck, it is. So hot.
And it displays Kash’s ass to me like an offering for the taking.
With a last glance at Syd who’s splayed her legs and has her palm pressed between them, against her soaked panties, I turn my focus on Kash. I tease his opening with the head of my cock, then push inside in a slow, controlled thrust.
Kash shudders and tenses, and hell, I make him cry out for the second time tonight. I still, buried deep inside him, and rub a hand down his back, wincing in sympathy, but he pushes back against me.
“Fuck me, Nate,” he hisses, “move, dammit.”
Goddammit, I want to take it slow, but he’s driving me crazy. “Just a sec. Holy shit.” He feels so good. Tight. Scorching hot.
But he won’t let me have a sec. He moves back restlessly, and I rock into him.
We both groan.
I start to thrust, pulling out, pushing back inside
, and West’s hands go to Kash’s arms, holding him steady. His body is bowed like a string.
Then I push him lower, changing the angle, and he curses.
“Holy… do that again. God fuck, yeah.”
“Make him come, Nate.” West thrusts up, too, and Kash curses some more. “Goddammit, he’s so hard.”
Fuck, fuck. I’m holding Kash from behind, moving with him, and West is cradling him against his chest, cocks sliding together. It’s a Kash sandwich, and from his strangled moans, he’s about to shoot his load.
I want him to come so hard he sees stars, I want both him and West to come together, their cum smeared on their chests, their breaths mingling, their gazes locked as I pound into his ass.
It happens faster than I thought. Kash’s ass clamps on my dick, taking away my breath, and then he’s coming, moaning like he’s dying, jerking against West. West grabs his face and kisses him, and it all goes as I wanted.
When I finally shoot, after three more hard thrusts, the world dims at the edges. It’s so powerful I think my blood has turned into fire and that my heart will jump out of my chest.
“That was hot,” Sydney says, her warm voice soothing, and then she’s wrapping her arms around us. “Just like I thought it would be.”
“I wanna fuck you so bad,” I pant against her sweet cheek when she leans toward me. “Just gimme a minute.”
She snickers. “I think we’re all ready to sleep now, Sex Machine.”
“Hey, how did you know my secret name?”
“Shut up, Nate.” She says it fondly, and I grin. “All of you guys… In case you were wondering: I don’t care about weddings. I couldn’t care less about that. But I want babies with you. Lots of babies. What do you think?”
“We can arrange that,” I tell her, my heart pounding for a different reason now.
“Hell, yeah,” Kash mutters with a smile.
“Sounds like a plan,” West says.
And just like that, it all falls into place, the last pieces of the puzzle, the last beats of my messed-up heart.
The future looks fucking great.
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