Page 101 of Mean Machine

Em’s whole body vibrated with laughter. “Okay. Brook, if you want it like that… relax, baby, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Really?” Brooklyn mock-protested, but that protest ended on an undignified noise when Em pulled back and thrust into him. It wasn’t hard, but there was definitely power behind it. Em knew what he was doing, varying his strokes and ramping up the pleasure until Brooklyn was almost unable to cope with it. He was vaguely aware that Rose was touching him, and he hungrily responded to every kiss from him, even though his mind blanked from the pleasure and he was nothing but breathing flesh with every nerve end alight.

Em moved faster and harder, rocking Brooklyn every time with the power of his legs and hips, and Brooklyn loved giving in to him, offering enough resistance to not be swept off his knees and hands and fucked into the mattress, but otherwise letting Em set the pace, as it were, and go as fast and hard as he liked. If there had ever been a guy who could take it, it had to be another heavyweight.

After another deep thrust, Em paused and leaned over Brooklyn. “I’d make you come, but seems Rose is keen for his turn.”

Brooklyn just nodded, swallowed, tried to come up with a coherent answer, but that was definitely overrated. If not for Rose, he’d likely have brought himself to orgasm, or Em might have touched him, but the pressure was now all inside of him, his balls heavy, everything inside him trying to tighten up for that discharge, but at the same time, he wasn’t ready to be done yet.

“Sounds… sounds good.”

Em stroked his back affectionately, and Brooklyn didn’t quite understand why he’d do that, but he shifted his stance and placed first one, then the other arm, in the small of his back, crossing them at the wrists.

Em, bless him, understood, or maybe decided to play along, but he grabbed Brooklyn’s wrists hard, pinned them down, and shifted the weight of his body in a way that left Brooklyn almost no range of movement and no escape. Brooklyn was too far gone to freak out about it. In fact, it blew the last hinges off what was left of his control, and he heard himself begging for more. Em complied, unleashing all of his strength while holding Brooklyn in that secure grip, and Brooklyn groaned with both frustration and relief when Em stopped, tensed, and came inside him. They were both panting hard, lungs pumping, Em’s breath cooling Brooklyn’s sweaty back as he curled over him.

Em held him for a while like this, it could have been a full minute or two, and then gently let go of his wrists and pulled out. Every fibre in Brooklyn’s body was still singing with tension, with that charge of arousal and power, but another part of him was relaxed and passive to the point of laziness. It wouldn’t take much at all to push him over the edge now, but he was much more focused on floating in that strange state where arousal could just build and stay.

He moved onto his side, next to Rose, who welcomed him with another passionate kiss. There was some awareness that Em took the condom to the bathroom, and Brooklyn noted very briefly how beautiful Em was with his sex flush and the veins standing out under the skin of his arms and hands, muscles pumped up, the cobra among the roses flexing when he moved, and then he turned to Rose and rolled onto his back.

Rose leaned over and kissed Brooklyn’s stomach. “Want to calm down some? You seem close.”

“I am. Goddamn.” Brooklyn swallowed again, so tempted to nudge Rose’s head towards his heavy cock and balls. “Enjoy the show?”

Rose laughed and strangely, affectionately, kissed Brooklyn’s forehead. “Not too bad for a first time.”

Em returned from the bathroom and crossed his arms. “We’re not going to have a competition about this.”

“Yeah, we don’t want to kill him,” Rose quipped.

“Maybe not, but what a way to go.”

They both stared at him, then broke into nearly identical grins. It looked just a bit cockier on Rose’s face, while Em’s was closer to indulgent. And how comfortable to banter and joke with them like this, while he tried to catch his breath and maintain that edge of arousal.

Em walked around the bed, took a condom, opened the package and handed it to Rose. “Your turn.”

“Oh yes.” Rose took it and put it on, while Em picked up the lube and squeezed some into Rose’s hand once Rose had made sure the condom sat right. He lubed up and moved between Brooklyn’s legs. Em sat down on the bed, watching Brooklyn’s face intently, and touched his hand, so Brooklyn opened his fingers and laced them with Em’s.

Rose pushed inside him, and all of Brooklyn’s nerves came alive again—nothing about the penetration was uncomfortable, in fact it was almost too good, too intense, because Rose and he fit together like hand in glove, and that arousal tried to crest when Rose hit his prostate with a fluid, easy motion.

“Oh, fuck.” Brooklyn lifted his legs and accommodated Rose as best as he could. There was a whole lot less build-up with Rose—neither of them really needed it, and in fact Brooklyn might not have been able to cope with the same slow intensity, so it was almost a blessing that Rose fucked him passionately right from the start.

After the first few thrusts, Rose steadied himself with his hands left and right of Brooklyn’s face, and dipped down for another one of those breathtaking kisses, but his hips never stopped moving, and between that and the way his cock was trapped between their sweaty bodies, Brooklyn again lost everything but the awareness of Rose, his own body, and Em nearby, holding him, anchoring him. It seemed perfectly safe, perfectly easy to explode and come apart in every way he could. There was no need to be in control, no need to make decisions, no need even to be more than feeling.

Brooklyn reached out with his free hand and pulled Rose close, clenching his hand around Em’s fingers when he started to come, cock pulsing against Rose’s taut, constricting abs, and while his own body tightened and tensed, Rose kept moving as best he could, and quickly followed Brooklyn over the edge. He laughed, breathless, kissed Brooklyn again, and stayed inside just for a little bit longer, seemingly as reluctant as Brooklyn to break the connection.

“That… that was quite something,” Brooklyn muttered.

“Yes.” Rose drew a couple deep breaths, then pulled away and gathered up the condom. “Stay right here.”

“I’m not going anywhere with these legs.” Brooklyn turned his head and looked up at Em.

Em chuckled and leaned against the headboard, running his fingers idly through Brooklyn’s short hair. “I could eat.”

Rose was already on the way to the bathroom, and Brooklyn heard a happy sound from the en suite. “That’s a nice big shower.”

“Be my guest.” Brooklyn focused on coming down without crashing too hard. He’d normally be quite happy to just roll over and fall asleep, but that would be such a waste while he had Em’s and Rose’s undivided attention. “Order some food to the room?”

“Yeah. I’ll go find the menu.”

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