Sound of Us – A.M. Arthur
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Jake flailed a hand in Cris’s general direction, grateful when Cris grabbed it. Squeezed. Jake tugged him closer. As much as he wanted Chet to fuck him until he came, Jake needed this. Needed them both. Chet’s strokes slowed. He broke their kiss to rise up and kiss Cris, whose erection bobbed deliciously close to Jake’s mouth. Jake licked the crown, then opened up when Cris pushed inside his mouth. His length pressed against Jake’s tongue, a wonderful pressure to concentrate on. To give Cris some pleasure, keep him part of this.
Cris and Chet were whispering; Jake didn’t care. Whatever they decided, he trusted them with his heart, his mind and his body.
Chet slid out of his ass, and Jake whined. Curled his legs around Chet’s waist.
“Trust us,” Chet said. “We’ll get you there, love, I promise.”
Jake nodded, even as his body rebelled against the loss. Cris nudged Jake toward the center of the bed, then onto his right side. He curled up behind Jake, using his knee to nudge Jake’s left leg forward. Jake had seen this position in pictures and porn—two men on their sides, the big spoon fucking the little spoon—but never tried it. It had always seemed too intimate for hookups, which tended to be fast and dirty.
He sighed when Cris slid home, his thicker cock stretching him more, waking up his nerves in a new way. Cris fucked him with long, fast strokes that ended too damned soon. Instead of pulling out, Cris held him around the waist, and then rolled both of them onto their backs, Jake’s back still flush to Cris’s chest. Chet helped Jake plant his feet on the bed on either side of Cris’s closed legs. The new position felt strange at first, almost uncomfortable, until Cris nudged him to sit up, his ass resting on Cris’s lower belly.
Seeing where Cris speared his body sent a flare of lust through Jake. And Chet staring at the same place? Guh. Chet, who pressed a lubed finger against Cris’s dick, then slid it up, toward Jake’s rim.
Oh fucking shit.
Jake’s breath caught when Chet nudged that single finger inside next to Cris’s cock. The pressure was crazy intense in the best way. Jake’s back and shoulders pebbled; his arms began trembling. Chet slowly fucked his finger inside Jake alongside Cris’s gentle hip rolls. Jake let out a long, breathy moan, unable to contain himself. Small noises dropped continuously from his mouth. He wanted to see Cris’s face, too, but barely had the muscle control to stay upright, much less turn his head.
Chet curled his free hand around the back of Jake’s neck. “If this ever hurts, you tell me. Promise?”
“Pr-pro-promise,” Jake said.
Two fingers nearly made Jake come off the bed, the stretch too much at first, until his body adjusted. The careful prep made him want to sob almost as much as he wanted to scream to the world that he had the best lovers on the planet. His and no one else’s.
“Pleeeeease.” Jake didn’t recognize his own voice anymore.
“Christ,” Cris said at his back.
Chet kissed Jake once more, then withdrew his fingers. Pressed his cock against Cris’s. Jake tried to watch, but the instant Chet pushed, Jake’s elbows gave out. He collapsed against Cris’s chest, grateful for the strong arms that wrapped around his waist. Held him tight while his world fell apart and everything he knew about sex changed.
Summer Stock – Vanessa North
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“If you’re up for it, I know how to take your mind off the wait.” Trey palmed himself through his jeans. “Come here.”
Those fey hazel eyes of Ryan’s widened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed. “There?”
Trey nodded, and Ryan stood up and crossed the room. Even though it was warm in the house, goose bumps were scattered across Ryan’s naked chest. As soon as he was in arm’s reach, Trey gripped him around the waist and pulled him close so he could trace them with his tongue.
“Oh my god,” Ryan murmured, his head falling back.
Would Trey ever get enough of how Ryan felt under his hands? He ran them up over Ryan’s nipples, trying to memorize the gasps and the shivers of Ryan’s response. Touching Ryan might as well be catching lightning in a mason jar—no matter how electric it was, it couldn’t last forever. Every laughter-filled kiss was one kiss closer to the end of summer, and Ryan’s return to LA. Trey shuddered and his hands tightened on Ryan’s hips. To hide the sudden melancholy sweeping through him, he leaned forward and tugged the button of Ryan’s shorts open with his teeth.
Ryan’s hand came to rest on Trey’s head as he eased the zipper open and tugged Ryan’s briefs and shorts down to expose his cock. Trey took his time worshipping Ryan’s dick, rubbing his lips along the length and tugging gently on the sack. As much as he wanted to take Ryan deep and hear him groan, he held off. He licked lightly at the head, then drew back and blew on the tender skin.
“Oh—fuck that’s—you’re a goddamn tease.” Ryan groaned.
“Mmmmm.” Trey hummed and gave Ryan’s balls another tug. “What do you want, Ryan? You want me to fuck you?”
“I want your mouth on my dick.”
Trey smiled up at him wickedly, then gave him another slow swipe of his tongue. “Seems like you’ve already got that.”
Ryan jerked at his hair. “Please?”
And Trey couldn’t resist that request. He took as much of Ryan into his mouth as he could, pulling back only when his eyes watered and he gagged. Ryan’s hips moved forward, as if chasing Trey’s mouth.
“I can’t—” Ryan grasped Trey’s hair with both hands, like he was trying to gain control of his own body through holding onto Trey. But that wasn’t what Trey wanted. He wanted Ryan out of control like the summer storm he was. He pulled off Ryan’s dick and looked him right in the eye.
“Don’t hold back.”
Before Ryan could say anything more, Trey took him deep again. Was he trying to prove something to Ryan? To himself? Did it matter when Ryan was groaning like that, and burying his hands in Trey’s hair? Trey let go of Ryan’s hips and let Ryan take over the pace, let him push deeper and drive in harder.
Letting someone else take control like this, use him like this—this was a measure of trust he hadn’t given anyone in a long time, and it was decadent and thrilling and terrifying all at once.
He gagged again, and tears sprang into his eyes, but then Ryan bit out a whispered “I’m gonna—”
Trey grabbed Ryan’s hips and swallowed around him, letting him know this wasn’t just okay, this was what he wanted—
“Oh, I love—love—ahh—” Ryan babbled and came, and Trey did his best to swallow it all.
Ryan collapsed down next to him on the couch, kissing his shoulder, then his chest, then straddling his lap and kissing him hard, like he didn’t care that he’d just fucked Trey’s face and come in his mouth.
Like he didn’t realize he’d almost said “I love you.”
Trey kissed him back, clumsy and shaking. Somehow the blowjob intended to distract Ryan had turned Trey inside out instead.
Then Ryan was on his knees, pulling at Trey’s cutoff sweatpants and holy shit his hands felt good, and his mouth, desperate, eager, and hot—
“Fuck!” Trey’s already-on-edge body rushed past the clouds-rolling-in stage and right onto storm surge. “Ry, I’m gonna come.”
Ryan’s eyes met his, and he somehow managed to flash a grin—or the idea of one—around Trey’s cock and that was all it took for the overwhelming pleasure to course through his body. Ryan’s hands and mouth gentled, and he rose up over Trey to kiss him again, long and sweet. When he moved away, he stared Trey in the eye and smiled.
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