Page 37 of Ballads of Lines Blurred

I had to release Slater to look at Cody. Damn, was I glad I did. Cody had spit pooling at the corners of his mouth and his bottom lip was red and shiny, puffy too. Even his eyes had tears in them. Unable to resist, I ran my thumb over his lip. “You’re fucking beautiful, honey. Can I taste him on you?”

“Yes.”

With one hand still on Slater, I bent forward and put my lips to Cody’s, licking him before diving inside. I hoped Slater liked what he saw while he watched and didn’t pull away. That was why I kept a hand on him, to let him know he was still a part of this. Slater had a lot of insecurities. I would love to build him up, to let him know he had nothing to worry about.

“Come up here, Cody,” I said against his lips. “I want you to join us.”

While he stood, I took the rest of my clothes off. Slater looked like he was on the edge of coming. His dick was in his hand, and he squeezed the base. And Cody, well, he was a work of art. The man shed clothes like a champ. When he was bare… ripped muscles galore. I wanted to lick him. Everywhere. Before I could, we had to have a brief chat since I wasn’t certain any of us saw this coming.

“Before we go further, quick check-in,” I said. “How far do we want to go tonight?”

“I’m too close,” Cody said. “I say we keep it to mouths and hands.”

“Slater?”

“Good with me.”

“All right then. Slater, do you like sucking dick?”

He nodded, eyes staying hooded.

“Lie on the couch. Cody can feed you his dick while I finish you, then I’d very much appreciate one of you getting me off. I don’t care who, but I’d like both of your hands on me.”

They agreed and got into position. There would be nothing more beautiful than the sight of Slater spread out on his couch with Cody’s hands braced on the armrest while his dick hovered over Slater’s lips. And let’s not forget the shape of that ass. Cody had the roundest globes I’d ever seen. My hand was touching his right cheek before I even realized what I was doing. “I can’t believe you were hiding this. You’re perfection.”

He gave it a little shimmy then fed Slater his dick. Oh, the fun the three of us were going to have. This was just the start. At least I hoped it was because, after witnessing them like this, I didn’t want to give them up. Not anytime soon.

I took Slater’s dick into my mouth like it was my last meal. Savoring it, lapping up the spit from Cody, tasting Slater’s precum. All the while, I kept my eyes open and watched the view in front of me. The way Cody’s balls hung down and how he took care with Slater’s mouth. The two of them had the power to break me if I let them. I had a feeling I would do just about anything they asked of me.

When Slater lifted his hips, chasing my tongue, I doubled down, focusing on the task at hand rather than my hand currently grasping my dick.

It was only seconds before Slater’s legs went rigid and he started shooting down my throat. I moaned around him, drinking every drop he wanted to give me. It was my first real taste of him. Sure, I’d kissed him, but this was different. This was much more personal and a taste I wouldn’t soon forget. Maybe next time I could get Cody on my tongue, then hopefully I could fuck one of them. There wasn’t much better than being balls deep in a guy.

I pulled off Slater in time to watch Cody’s ass flex and him to spill into Slater’s mouth. Big hands went to Cody’s ass to hold him in place while Cody drained his balls. Slater’s throat worked, seeming to not want to waste a single drop. God, they were a sight.

Cody took a moment to catch his breath before leaning down and kissing Slater. It was slow and deep. Not the hurried kisses of before. This was full of longing on both their parts. The difference was, Cody knew exactly what he wanted and was ready to jump in with both feet. Slater wanted Cody but wouldn’t let himself cross the line from sex to more. Yet. I had a feeling he would soon. Resisting Cody was futile. I was proof of that. The man was intoxicating.

When both of their eyes latched on to me, I almost came.

Slater sat up and crawled toward me until I was the one flat on my back with his body blanketing me. “Your mouth,” he whispered against my jaw. “The fucking things you do to me.”

Then it was Cody on my other side, kneeling on the floor so he could reach for my dick and kiss the other side of my jaw. Between Slater’s heat, Cody’s hand, and both of their lips, I was one stroke away from spilling.

And that was all it took. Cody jerked me and I came like I hadn’t played with myself in the shower before my date with him tonight. Ropes of hot cum splashed against my stomach, coating Slater’s too. Cody kept working me, kept jerking until I had to still him when it became too much. Even then, Slater didn’t stop kissing me. Both of their lips met mine and the three of us shared a kiss.

Emotion built in my throat. I had to pull away to get some air, or I was going to cry. Slater backed off, and Cody leaned away.

“Are you okay?” Cody asked.

“Yeah, just emotion overload,” I said and sucked in a deep breath. I wasn’t a crier after sex. Emotions weren’t my thing except, apparently, they were where these men were concerned. “You two are very dangerous.”

Cody chuckled. “I don’t know about that.”

“We all are,” Slater said more seriously. He rubbed his hand over his chest.

“We’re good.” Cody reached out for him, but Slater sat back on his ass at the other end of the couch.

“This… What are we doing?” he asked.

---