Progressing with Storm [Granite County 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting ManLove)

by Bellann Summer

  Storm’s heart out went to Kris for the pain he’d gone through. He knew for a fact Corey wouldn’t take off on them. If he tried any of that shit, Storm would have no problem pulling him back by his hair. Those days were over and they had an agreement Now Corey needed to convince Kris of that.

  Corey put both sore red hands against Kris’s cheeks. “I will never leave you again. The past is the past. You have to believe that. I honestly don’t know who is doing this, but I do know I love you.”

  “I love you too.” The two kissed. When it ended, they broke into huge smiles.

  Storm’s heart stopped when Kris rubbed his nose against Corey’s and said, “What do you think? Should we go and show Storm some love?”

  “Yeah,” Corey answered. “Let do it.”

  Storm found himself flat on his back with two lovely men on top of him. He quickly kicked off his shoes while Kris pushed up his T-shirt and Corey opened his jeans.

  “Holy cripes, you have some muscles on you,” Kris said.

  Cool hands pressed over the dips and hollows of Storm’s shoulders and chest muscles. Kris turned his focus to Storm’s nipples, pinching them until they stood up stiffly. Kris lowered his head, and strong suction tugged Storm’s nip, causing his hips to thrust up.

  “Whoa, let me get these off,” Corey said.

  Fingers yanked on his tight jeans until they slid down his legs— his Corey knew what he wanted—and lips wrapped around Storm’s cock and sucked hard. Storm lay back and enjoyed the dual sensations.

  Kris upped the ante by twisting Storm’s other nipple and sucking harder. Corey lifted and cupped Storm’s balls, gently rolling them. Storm started gasping for air and dug his fingers into the mattress.

  When the telltale tingle tickled the base of his spine, Storm knew it was time to stop the play and get down to business.

  Storm sifted his fingers into Kris’s thick hair and tugged. “I need you to lie on your back, sugar.” He touched Corey’s cheek to get his attention. “When Kris is ready, I want you to let him taste your dick.”

  Both men were reluctant to give up their prizes until Storm tapped Corey’s cheek and tugged Kris’s hair again.

  Kris lay back on the mattress, and Storm rolled over next to him. It took mere seconds for Storm to remove his lightweight shirt and pants. Kris’s underwear landed across the room, just missing Ralph, who was hopping toward the door. Storm paused. This was the first time he’d seen Kris entirely naked. The man was slim to the point that the outline of his ribs showed through his pale skin. Storm ran his hand up the smooth skin of Kris’s side, enjoying the velvet fragility.

  He did the same to Kris’s leg from the knee up. He encountered an angry red dip in Kris’s thigh muscle. Storm knew this was Snake’s nasty work. Storm’s anger surged to the surface and he wanted to seek out revenge in the worst way. But Storm pushed it away. Kris needed his love and acceptance right now.

  “Don’t. I’m ugly,” Kris whispered.

  Storm placed a hard kiss on Kris’s lips. “No, you are beautiful, and mine and Corey’s.”

  He took his time and ran his palm over Kris’s body, searching out every jagged hollow, scar, and all of the smooth skin in between. The pretty man beneath his fingertips shivered and started panting. Kris’s slim prick stretched tall against his belly.

  “I need supplies,” Storm said.

  Corey lay on the other side of Kris and watched everything Storm was doing to Kris while stroking his own dick. Storm saw him reach under the pillow and pull out a tube of slick.

  Storm focused on Kris’s prick, stroking it from base to weeping head. Kris bent his knees and opened his thighs. Storm tipped that pretty dick up and sucked the head into his mouth.

  “Storm…” Kris cried out.

  Storm would have smiled if he hadn’t had a mouthful of prick. It seemed Corey wasn’t the only screamer in the house.

  He kept steady suction on Kris’s prick and held out his hand. After Corey squeezed lube onto Storm’s waiting fingers, he reached down and coated Kris’s sweet pucker.

  Letting Kris’s prick slide from his mouth for a moment, Storm instructed, “Corey, put your dick in his mouth.”

  Kris turned his head and opened his mouth, waiting. Corey scooted his lean, muscled body until he could line up his dick. What a sweet sight it was for Storm to watch Corey’s flushed dick disappear into Kris’s mouth, only to reappear glistening with saliva.

  Under Storm’s fingers, Kris’s opening relaxed. Storm took Kris’s prick into his mouth and pushed his finger inside the warm, tight silkiness of Kris’s hole. Kris lifted his leg up and let Storm’s finger sink in farther.

  Kris groaned, and pre-cum coated Storm’s tongue. Kris’s hips started shifting, and Storm added another figure. Corey moaned.

  Storm released Kris’s prick. “Slow down, Corey. He needs more preparation. We will come together,” Storm ordered.

  Storm added another finger and scissored them apart, spreading Kris’s hole wide. A condom appeared in front of Storm’s face. Taking it, he gloved up. More lube was squeezed into his hand. Slicking up the condom, Storm wasted no time lining up and sinking into Kris’s well-stretched hole.

  “Sugar, it’s a good thing we are spending the rest of our lives together because I will never get enough of this hole,” Storm said. The heat and tightness were so intense, the small hairs on the back of Storm’s neck stood up. He began a rhythm of brisk thrusts and all three men groaned.

  Soon strong little muscles rippled around Storm’s cock, escalating his mounting need. Thrusting deep, Storm felt the tingle at the base of his spine. Sweat coated Corey’s beautiful body, and his hips jerked erratically. The tiny hole at the tip of Kris’s prick flared, and more pre-cum dribbled down onto his belly.

  “Come,” Storm ordered.

  Storm’s groan as he came was joined by screams, moans, and grunts from the other men. Cum pour out of him in great gushes, filling the condom. Beneath him, Kris collapsed boneless onto the mattress. Corey sank back into a heap. Storm couldn’t stop shifting his hips, loving the snugness of Kris’s hole.

  Storm waited for Kris to come back down from flying on the clouds of his orgasm. The man’s thick lashes fanned against smooth skin flushed from passion. Kris’s swollen lips were slightly parted. He was beautiful. Finally, Kris’s eyes popped open wide, and he stared at Storm.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Sex had never been like that before. Incredible didn’t come close to describing Storm’s powerful cock plowing into him while Corey’s dick dominated his mouth. Salty, bitter cum coated his mouth, and a hard cock shifted inside of his ass.

  Kris opened his eyes. Storm’s cock was still hard. It took a moment to wrap his mind around that. Kris looked up into Storm’s face. Excitement prickled along Kris’s skin. The dangerous man above him was still in complete control.

  ‘We aren’t done yet, sugar,” Storm said before pulling his condom-covered cock out of Kris’s clinging hole. “Glove up, Corey,” Storm ordered.

  Long strides took Storm to the bathroom. Seconds later, he reappeared holding a wet washcloth. Beside Kris, Corey sat up. His eyes were locked on Storm’s great monster cock as Storm approached the bed. Corey’s dick started filling. Kris couldn’t resist and started pumping it until it was hard and ready again.

  “Hands and knees over Kris, honey,” Storm ordered.

  In an instance, Corey was above him and Kris opened his legs wide. Kris couldn’t resist and ran his hands over the warm skin of Corey’s chest and shoulders. Muscles rippled under his palms.

  Kris looked up into Corey’s eyes. They were burning with desire. Corey leaned down and kissed him. Corey stiffened and broke their kiss. Now Corey’s eyes were wide open.

  “Relax, honey,” Storm said.

  Blood surged into Kris’s prick with the knowledge that Storm was opening Corey up. Glancing down, he saw a bead of pre-cum on the head of Corey’s prick. Reaching down, Kris started stroking the straining flesh.
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  “Kris…. Please…. I’m going to come,” Corey pleaded.

  “Don’t you dare,” Storm said. “I’m going to be inside you when you come inside Kris.”

  Shock and excitement had Kris letting go of Corey’s prick. Picking up a condom package, he made short work of getting Corey ready. This sexual act was something he had dreamed about and seen on porn.

  “Sugar, let him in,” Storm said.

  Kris looked over Corey’s shoulder and met Storm’s turbulent gaze as Corey eased inside of him and stilled. His connection with Storm didn’t waver as Storm moved, and Corey stiffened.

  Kris looked at Corey. “Breathe out so we can all be connected.”

  “Oh heavens, it’s so good,” Corey groaned.

  Kris lifted his legs until they were next to Corey’s shoulders, opening himself wide for the ride to come. Corey leaned forward and spread his knees farther apart. Storm wrapped his big hands around Corey’s hips.

  Storm started slowly thrusting his hips forward. This sank Corey’s cock deeper into Kris. Both men above him bottomed out with a groan. When they pulled away and sank down again, Kris knew he wasn’t going to last. His balls were already pulling up painfully, ready to spew.

  “I’ve got to come,” he shouted and reached for his prick.

  “All right, let’s go,” Storm said

  Storm increased his pace and the power of his movements, sent Corey into an erotic dance between them. Kris jacked his cock until his eyes slammed shut as his body arched up and cum coated his hand. Kris’s ass muscles locked down on Corey’s dick, sending him into a screaming frenzy, which set Storm off.

  Storm’s orgasm rocked them all with its force and the power of his body. The big man reached down and pulled Kris against Corey until they were both in his arms being controlled by his strength.

  Things slowed, and Kris was able to open his eyes. He looked up into Storm’s warm gaze. Leaning up, he tilted his head for a kiss that Storm immediately gave him. After they had broken apart, he turned his head and kissed Corey. When he lay back down, he watched Corey lean back and kiss Storm.

  The three took their time separating their bodies in between more kisses and whispers of love. Kris was starting to crave their three-way kisses.

  * * * *

  Corey stumbled into the kitchen and watched Kris set a plate piled high with blueberry pancakes onto the table in front of Storm. Confused, he looked out the window. Yep, it was still dark out.

  He sat down at the table, trying to sift through his sleep-muddled mind and figure out what he was missing.

  “Isn’t it exciting, Corey? Storm’s first day as a Granite City firefighter is here.”

  Kris’s overly bright tone didn’t fool Corey for a minute. The man was almost in tears. Corey couldn’t blame Kris. His stomach felt as though it had dropped to the floor.

  The three of them had spent the weekend talking, laughing, and loving on each other. Most of the time, they smelled like sex and were covered in semen. It had been wonderful.

  A glance at the clock above the sink showed Corey it was fifteen minutes after five. Resting his elbow on the table, Corey put his chin on his hand. He hated this. He didn’t want Storm to go. He belonged in their bed every night.

  Storm finished the stack of pancakes on his plate, along with a huge pile of bacon. Corey sat mesmerized at the sight of Storm tipping his head back and taking drink of orange juice. Storm arched his neck and his Adam’s apple bobbed with each swallow. Corey wanted to press his tongue against Storm’s neck the next time he swallowed. When the glass was empty, Storm wiped his mouth with a napkin before pushing his chair away from the table.

  “All right, you two, come here,” Storm ordered. Storm spread his legs and held out his hands.

  Corey didn’t hesitate. He was up and out of his chair as fast as he could move. The next instant he was sitting on Storm’s leg and cuddled against his chest. Kris was right next to him, sitting on Storm’s other leg.

  Storm pushed Corey’s hair behind his ear. Lips brushed near his temple. “Enough, I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

  Corey knew this day was important to Storm. That didn’t stop him from saying, “We love each other. We should always be in bed together every night.”

  “You’re right. We do love each other. I’ll be back tomorrow morning, and we’ll have two days to be together,” Storm said.

  Kris put one hand on Storm’s cheek and one on Corey’s. “I love you both very much.”

  Corey saw, as usual, Kris was right. Now was the time. He put a hand on each man’s chest. “I love you, Kris. I love you, Storm. I love you both.”

  Storm clasped the back of Corey’s neck and pulled him next to his face. Kris was right there too.

  “I love you two with my whole heart. You complete me,” Storm whispered.

  Lips met, and tongues tangled. Corey wanted their love-filled, three-way kiss to last forever.

  Kris pulled away, his blue eyes shining. “Are we partners now, Storm?”

  Storm laughed. “We’ve progressed to being life partners and in a forever relationship.”

  Corey agreed with that and dived back into another three-way kiss.

  But all too soon it had to end, and Storm had to go. There were more kisses at the door, and when it closed behind the big man, Corey and Kris clung to each other.

  * * * *

  Storm dragged his sorry ass out of his truck and leaned against the side, unable to go any farther. The last twenty-four hours had been brutal. Sometime in the future he would tell the story about how his first day as a Granite City fireman had been literally a trial by fire.

  Small fires popped up all over the city. Storm learned Fire Captain Naess’s procedures and expectations on the job in the midst of smoke, flames, and water hoses.

  During the last fire, Storm donned fire gear, including an oxygen tank strapped to his back, and entered the burning auto garage looking for victims. He and the other two firemen didn’t find anyone. What Storm did find was Corey’s BMW inside one of the bays burning uncontrollably. The scratch marks on the side were unmistakable.

  “Storm.”

  He looked up to see Kris with Corey right behind him, hurrying down the porch steps toward him. Storm hated that he was going to have to tell Corey about his car.

  Gentle hands guided Storm away from his truck and into the house.

  “You look beat,” Kris said.

  “I just need some sleep, sugar.” Storm almost didn’t recognize his voice. The shouting, smoke, and exhaustion had left him with a hoarse whisper.

  “Let’s get you to bed. It’s still early. Kris and I will lie by you for a while until we need to get ready for work,” Corey said.

  Thanks to his two men, Storm didn’t fall ascending the stairs. They all lurched to the side at one point, but they did make it to the bedroom and then the bathroom in one piece.

  Things got blurry about then. Storm felt hands take his clothes off before blessed warm water sluiced over him. The scent of strawberries permeated the air, and lovely hands massaged his scalp before the soap was rinsed out. Slippery fingers washed all of Storm’s crevices. Storm promised himself after he’d had some sleep he would return the favor and lick both men’s crevices before he fucked them into the mattress. But right now he could only let them help him.

  Through it all, Kris and Corey kept up a litany of words.

  “We’ll take care of you, love.”

  “Keep your eyes closed.”

  “I’ll put some spray on that burn on your wrist and neck.”

  “Come on. Step out, and we will dry you off.”

  Naked, Storm was led to the bed. He opened his eyes enough to crawl onto the soft mattress before he collapsed. Two warm bodies snuggled next to him, and he relaxed. Just before everything went black, he mumbled to Corey, “I’m sorry about your car.”

  From far off, he heard Corey’s squeak of outrage. “What?”

  * * * *

  Corey
turned the refrigerated cargo van down State Street. Halfway up the block, he turned right into the church parking lot.

  “Your dad seemed to take the destruction of your car okay,” Storm said from the passenger seat.

  Kris was at the shop with Heidi, finishing up a huge order of centerpieces for a Ducks Unlimited banquet scheduled for this evening. Storm had volunteered to help Corey deliver flowers and plants for a funeral. Corey avoided thinking about Storm going back to work tomorrow.

  “He was just glad I wasn’t in the car at the time,” Corey answered, pulling into a parking space next to the church’s front double doors.

  “I got the feeling you and your family are close,” Storm said.

  “I am an only child of young parents with too much inherited money.” Corey turned the van off before looking at Storm. “They have a wild lifestyle and are never in one place long. I was and am completely spoiled, not only with money and things but also with their time.”

  Corey hopped out of the van and went around to the back and opened the door. He lifted out a huge flower spray and handed it to Storm before grabbing a huge palm plant. Together they entered the church and set them inside the sanctuary doorway. They made three more trips back and forth before the delivery was complete.

  Back in the van, Corey started the engine and headed toward their last delivery just outside of town at a small craft store. Heidi's best friend owned the store, and she’d created the arrangement as a surprise for her friend’s birthday.

  “Tell me about these adventures Kris said you always went on,” Storm said.

  For a second Corey thought Storm was talking about the men he had been with. Glancing over at him, Corey saw only a curious expression on his face.

  “I’ve climbed mountains, ridden the rapids, and gone on African safaris. I’ve been in more European countries than I can count. My dad has a habit of calling me up, and saying, ‘Let’s go.’ And I’ve always gone.” A traffic light turned red, and Corey pulled the van to a stop.