by Ann Grech
“Yeah, I want you to nail me into the fucking bed.” My towel covering the bits that Dad wouldn’t want to see if he happened down the corridor at that moment, I led the charge back to my room before either could respond.
Rick was close on my heels but Mace lagged behind, seemingly hesitating. I got it. Sex was a big deal when it was with a man for the first time. He’d been with women in the past—none of us were virgins—but this was different. On top of the mechanics, there was the emotion to contend with too. I certainly hadn’t experienced anything like it before, so I understood if it was nerves he was dealing with.
I cupped Mace’s face and brought his mouth to mine in a slow kiss filled with promise. “We go as fast or slow as you want. We only do what you’re ready for. If you want to stop at any time, that’s okay, and we don’t even have to have anal. If you’re not feeling it, there are plenty of ways we can still be together.”
“It’s not that,” he replied. I didn’t miss the fact that he wouldn’t look at me, and he was fidgeting like he was nervous. “I… when I think about us together, you’re inside me, not the other way around.” He blew out a breath and shook his head. “I know you’re probably thinking I’m a disappointment—”
I gripped my dick tight around its base to stop the rush of my orgasm barreling through me. The thought that Mace would want to bottom was so fucking hot that it had me desperate to take him to heaven with me.
“Oh, baby, you’re no disappointment,” Rick responded, moving to stand behind Mace. “You feel this?” I watched as Rick ground against Mace’s ass and Mace’s eyes rolled back in his head, arching his back as he tried to get closer. I was jealous of Rick’s cock pressing against that tight ass for a moment, until I remembered that it’d be lodged deep in me before long. “I will be inside you sometime soon, and I can’t wait. But this time, I think Caden wants you. Look at him, Mace. You almost made him come just by saying you wanted to give yourself to him. Damn, our man’s hot when he’s desperate to fuck, isn’t he?”
The strangled moan, which sounded like a whimper even though it totally wasn’t, ripped from my throat and the hand I had strangling my dick began stroking. Precum leaking from my slit lubed my way, and a full-body shudder ripped through me. I needed to slow down, but fuck, I wanted him so bad. “Need to be inside you, Mace.”
He climbed on the bed and spread his legs, offering himself up for us. Long, strong legs splayed wide, his balls hung low and his cock lay rigid against his six-pack. His happy trail was starting to gray, just like his beard, and I was digging the silver fox look. But it was his eyes, blazing with passion, that had me riveted. He was a wet dream, so damn potent, so addictive.
Mace rubbed his hand along his thigh in a move I was sure he didn’t even realize was sexy as hell. I turned to Rick and knew from his look that he was just as determined to make it good for Mace as I was.
I wanted to make a meal out of him.
Together we climbed on the bed, having lost our towels the moment the door shut behind us, and we crawled over him. Rick started at his ankle, his tongue tickling the sensitive skin there while I went for his mouth. Kissing, licking and nipping down his throat, I breathed deep, filling my lungs with the scent of the man I loved.
Pausing, I shuffled down the bed a bit. I needed a taste of my other man. I kissed Rick’s shoulder as he nibbled on the inside of Mace’s thigh, moving higher with every sensual bite until he turned his attention to me and slammed our mouths together. Our tongues dueled, lips sliding together like they’d been made to kiss like that forever. And maybe they were. Now that I had them, I wasn’t letting either of them go.
I broke away and watched Mace. Seeing him stare at Rick and me hungrily was an aphrodisiac of the most intoxicating kind. Everything either one of them did turned me inside out.
I descended on Mace again, kissing him like he was the oxygen I needed to breathe. When he let out an indecent moan while his mouth was pressed to mine, I guessed that Rick had deep-throated him.
“Motherfuck,” he gasped when I pulled back to watch Rick take him down to the root, pressing his nose into Mace’s pubes. I wanted in on the action, needing to taste him too. Nudging Rick’s shoulders, he moved to make room for me. Mace’s long muscular legs surrounded me, vibrating with need as he thrust into Rick’s mouth. I dove straight for the soft skin of his sac, teasing and tasting him. The faintest taste of soap and clean skin swept across my taste buds and had me desperate for more.
I licked him, dragging my tongue over his almost hairless balls. I hummed in appreciation, loving the feel of him writhing beneath me. I took one of his testicles into my mouth, Mace arching up at the dual attack on his senses. His legs scrambling for purchase and his hands fisting the sheets, he was a sight to behold. And I was like a drug addict getting his high, needing it. I moaned as I breathed in that unmistakable scent of man and sex and Mace, running my tongue over his balls again. Mace cried out, his body locking up tight. He was right there on the cusp, ready to shatter, but Rick denied him, pulling off at the last possible second. Edging was sweet torture, and by the pained howl Mace let loose, I guessed he hadn’t partaken in much of it before.
This is gonna be fun.
“Our man likes that, Caden. You think he’d like some rimming too?”
“Oh hell yeah,” I breathed, moving my mouth down.
“What the hell?” Mace tried to twist away from me and I pulled back, ready to stop, but Rick’s strong arms held him in place.
“He’ll stop if you hate it, but would you try it for us? It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. I’m not one for ass play, but even I fucking love it.” Rick’s words were gentle, handing the reins over to Mace, exactly as it needed to be in that moment. “I can do it to Caden first to show you, if you’d prefer.”
“No, I trust you guys. If you think I’ll enjoy it, I’m in. You just shocked me, that’s all.” Mace’s tone was apologetic, but he needn’t have been worried. Whatever he was willing to give, I’d grasp with both hands.
Rick gently held his cheeks open, and Mace widened his legs for me. “You’ve got such a pretty hole, Mace. Can’t wait to fill you up. Can’t wait to taste you.” His hole clenched tight. I wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or lust causing the move, but either way, I loved it.
I moved closer and licked from his crack to his balls and Mace shouted out, making me hum against his skin. I loved rimming, both giving and receiving. I didn’t do it often—that kind of gymnastics in the places I traditionally had sex was pretty much out of the question—but when I did, getting a reaction like Mace’s was a shot of adrenaline straight into my bloodstream. I dove in, licking and nipping him.
The touch of Rick’s tongue against the crease where my ass met the back of my leg had me instantly moving, spreading my legs like the greedy son of a bitch I was. Long, teasing swipes in every place except my pucker had me groaning and wiggling around, trying to get Rick where I needed him most—as if he didn’t already know. I was going insane, mindless with lust with his tormenting.
Mace was the perfect distraction for me, his ass tempting me to go to town on him. I wanted to dive in and give him everything, but I knew I needed to hold back a bit, at least for now. Touching my mouth against him, I savored his natural spice and used my lips and tongue to soften his clenching muscle, readying him for my fingers. All the while my cock was leaking onto the sheets, my ass up in the air begging Rick to fill it.
Mace’s choked cries of pleasure had me pushing his comfort zone further, trying to take him to nirvana. Wetting a finger and coating saliva over his hole, I eased my fingertip into him. Mace hissed and I paused, breathing through the loss of Rick’s mouth on my perineum. He tossed me the lube from my nightstand drawer and I smiled wickedly.
This is going to be so much fun.
I coated my fingers in slick and drizzled more onto Mace’s entrance before pushing back in, a little deeper that time. I stilled, letting him get used to the intrusi
on, and Rick did the same to me, prodding me open with just a fingertip. I slowly pumped my finger in and out, my touch gentle until Mace was pushing back against me, letting me know he was ready to take a second finger.
I rode Rick’s digits, lodged deep in my ass, angling my hips to get him to hit my prostate. But it didn’t happen. Every time I changed the tilt of my pelvis, Rick moved his fingers, staying away from the one place I needed him. But the push and pull around the bundle of nerves centered at my opening were sending me into hyperspace nonetheless. Shamelessly, I chased the orgasm I so desperately wanted, fucking myself on his hand. At the same time though, I didn’t want to come. Mace’s ass was begging to be filled, and I wanted to lodge myself to the hilt in my man. Before I could do that though, I needed him to understand just how good it could be.
I brushed across his prostate and he gasped out an “Oh, fuck.”
My laugh was strained, turning into a moan when Rick mirrored it on me.
“Again,” Mace begged. The litany of curses, moans, and gasps that erupted from him when I pummeled his P-spot and the snap of his hips as he impaled himself over and over on my fingers had me reaching for my cock, trying to stop my own orgasm.
Rick batted my hand away, rolling a condom over my length. “Make him come and I’ll fuck you into the sheets like you wanted, baby. And if you’re lucky, he’ll ask you to fuck him.”
That was more than enough motivation for me.
I sucked Mace to the back of my throat and added a third finger, applying just the right pressure to his prostate to make him erupt. His body locked tight under me, his hole strangling my fingers as his channel clamped tight around my digits. His back arched, head pressing into the pillow, and the corded muscles along his throat and chest stood out in stark relief. A sheen of sweat broke out over him, and in the dappled light of the bedroom, it was one of the sexiest sights I’d ever laid eyes on. Hands holding the sheets in a white-knuckled grip, he choked out a breath as he emptied himself down my throat. There was no pulsing of his cock, no spurts, just a rushing that had me swallowing more than once to capture all his essence.
When it finally subsided, Mace slumped, going lax on the bed. His pale skin was a beautiful contrast to the dark gray sheets, and I wanted nothing more than to do it all again. My neglected dick, which was harder than an iron rod, twitched between my legs. The next time, if my luck held, would be with my cock rather than my fingers. And if I was really fucking lucky, Rick would move his fingers—or perhaps remove them and slide that thick veiny dick deep inside me.
“Fuck me.” Mace huffed out a laugh.
I moaned, burying my face along the crease of his leg as Rick pulled his fingers from my channel to taunt me, rubbing the head of his cock over my hole.
“Please,” I begged. “Rick, I need you inside me.”
He pressed into me agonizingly slowly, holding my hips steady so I couldn’t force him to go faster. I choked out a cry and fisted the sheets below Mace. God, he was so thick, a damn tree trunk all up inside me, but fuck, he knew just how to move. Slow, sensual pumps of his hips had my toes curling. The sounds coming out of me were incoherent, a jumbled mess of grunts, moans, sighs, and begging. I wanted hard, but this was so much… more. When Rick bent, pressing his front against my back before licking and biting down on the nape of my neck, I nearly lost it.
“Ricky, hold tight for a sec,” Mace interrupted. He shifted and I lost my pillow. I cried out, devastated at the loss, but when Mace slid farther down the bed, spreading his legs wider and cradling my whole body, I sank into his embrace. “Come inside me, C,” he whispered in the sexiest rasp. “I need you.”
The shock of his comment brought me back into myself, and I whimpered as Rick hummed and stroked my cock with his slippery hand. Fumbling, I tried to line myself up, but it wouldn’t work. Why can’t I get in? Suddenly Mace’s legs were up around my shoulders and his hole was right there, right at my cockhead.
I couldn’t wait, couldn’t do patient that time around. I tried to make it good for Mace, holding back as much as I could, but I still probably went too fast, pushing past his tight ring and burying myself to the hilt in one stroke. The column of muscles cording in Mace’s throat as he strained, struggling to get used to my intrusion, had me trying to get closer to him, to soothe him. I wanted everything from them, needed to give them every part of me too.
“God, you’re so tight,” I gasped. “I can’t last long.”
“Move,” Mace demanded, one hand pulling Rick’s face to his for the dirtiest fucking kiss I’d ever seen and the other jacking his cock between us. He was hard, and not just like an “eh, I’m bored so I’ll whack one out” type boner but a “I haven’t touched my dick in a month and I could hammer nails with it” one. I leaned in closer and licked along the seam of their joined mouths, sliding my tongue between them while I pushed back against Rick and slid out of Mace nearly all the way.
Our kiss was messy and our rhythm off, but at that moment, something settled in me and I didn’t want to race to the finish line anymore. I wanted to fly, to flip and spin, to soar. I used to do it over fields of white snow, but at that moment, I was doing it with my men, the two loves of my life.
We made love, following the music in our heads playing just for us. We moved and touched, caressed and loved every inch of each other we could reach, and when I did finally come with a cry muffled in Mace’s throat, my guys were right there with me, Rick pulsing inside the sheath separating us and Mace’s cum spilling between us after a few extra strokes of his cock.
Sweaty and breathing hard, we tumbled onto the bed, Rick stripping off both his and my condoms and tossing them aside. Tangled limbs and slow kisses with first Mace and then Rick had me burrowing in closer. I never wanted to move.
“Neither do I,” Mace murmured. I hadn’t even realized I’d spoken it out loud, but knowing he shared my sentiment made me smile. “I didn’t know it could be that good,” he added. Rick hummed in agreement, and I brushed my fingers over Mace’s chest and down to the drying cum on his belly, rubbing it around. They surrounded me, and it was fucking glorious. “I want to do that again. At least twice a day. Forever,” Mace sighed.
“You want to try being inside me?” I asked, a little curious as I moved my hand lower, playing with the hair of his happy trail. I couldn’t stop touching him. It wasn’t sexual, simply comforting. A reassurance that he was right there with me, and we’d moved past friends into something so much more. I cupped his flaccid cock and balls, just stroking the soft skin in my hands. Mace hummed and Rick chubbed up behind me, his dick lengthening as he pressed against my cheeks. Mace widened his legs and I slid my hand lower, caressing his perineum and around his hole. It was still a little open, so I slid my finger inside. I was checking him for tearing but fuck, it was arousing as hell watching him get instantly turned on. My man was a slutty bottom, and I loved him for it.
“No,” he breathed.
I froze, panic surging through me. I wasn’t gentle enough. I hurt him. He hated it. Every worst-case scenario ran through my head as I withdrew my finger.
“Don’t stop,” Mace demanded indignantly before pulling me down to him for a kiss that melted my brain. I pumped my finger in him again without even knowing what I was doing, seeking his prostate. It was swollen, but he jerked in my arms, riding my digit. Mace’s breathing picked up and he moaned. The heated silky slide of his channel had my dick jealous of my finger, but I wouldn’t be in him again that day, not without hurting him. I dry humped his leg, rocking my steely erection against him, seeking out whatever friction I could. Rick was doing the same to me, rubbing his cock against my ass, making me desperate.
“I don’t wanna be in you, not when it feels like this for you to have me. Fuck, I wanna come again, but I won’t get it up,” Mace gasped.
“Oh, baby, you have a lot to learn,” Rick groaned, his voice full of lust. “Caden, suit me up and ride me. Mason, sit on my face. I wanna suck your cock.”
I scrambled up as soon as Rick moved onto his back, rolling on the condom and slathering him in another coating of lube before I sank down onto him. The stretch, the tight fullness was so damn perfect. He was thick and veiny, uncut and pulsing inside me. I moaned and rocked on him tentatively, tagging my P-spot as I slid back down on him. My eyes closed, I lifted again, relishing the pull of his shaft out of my channel before slamming back down on him.
Choking out a cry, I reached for him to balance me and got Mace’s hips instead. I opened my eyes and saw Mace sinking his still-soft dick into Rick’s mouth. His hole winked at me, clenching as it begged me to fill him again. Not even the most well-hung porn star’s cock could reach the distance, so my fingers, my tongue would have to do. I leaned forward, licking the reddened skin before gently sliding my middle finger in. He rocked onto my digit, shameless as he chased the orgasm that Rick and I would give him.
As I massaged his prostate, he bucked against me. “Fuck, keep doing that. I’m gonna come again.”
I worked my own cock and forced myself to hold still while Rick slammed into me hard and fast. I fingered Mace, eating him out like a starving man at a buffet. We were frantic, chasing another release. It was as if our first round, and second for Mace, only whet our appetites for more. Heavy moans and grunts filled the room when Rick tagged my prostate in just the right way again, and I sank my finger into Mace’s ass, licking around his rim.
My ass clenched tight, my release hitting me like a Mack truck. It started in my pelvis and radiated outward, sending tingles through my balls and up my cock, down my legs and through my body. Even my fingers were electrified, my nerves buzzing with the strength of my release. I shouted out, unable to control the all-consuming ecstasy ripping through me as I unloaded all over Rick’s ripped abs. A muffled shout penetrated my overwhelmed senses and Rick slammed deep in me once more. His swelling cock stretched me farther, sending another shot of adrenaline through me and more cum spilling out of me.