Page 43 of Spring Breakup
Sarg had understood. He’d tipped his head in acknowledgment and cleared everything with both of them before jumping mouth first onto Tyler’s dick.
It was a level of exposure Dean wasn’t used to when he had sex, but he pushed it down and moved along. He had two beautiful men in front of him, and he didn’t intend to miss it.
Tyler was the only one who was naked. Sarg was in his slutty panties, and Dean was in his swimsuit. He was thankful for the thin fabric of his trunks as Tyler squirmed in his arms, his back rubbing an intoxicating line against the whole front of Dean’s body, chest to dick. Dean’s legs were spread around Tyler’s hips, and Tyler kept clutching at his thighs.
Tiny marks from Dean’s hands and teeth marred Tyler’s skin. Evidence of their time together, of the roughness and fight that turned them both on so much. They were probably invisible to Sarg, to someone who didn’t know they were there, but the blemishes were spotlights to Dean.
He had been there. Andthere. Andthere.
Tyler wasn’t fighting now, though. And it wasn’t rough. He was luxuriating in it, in Dean’s hands on his chest and Sarg taking all the time in the world to suck his cock.
“Enjoy it,” Dean whispered in his ear. “Focus on how horny you’re making us. Sarg—he’s shaking because he loves having you in his mouth. And I could come just from feeling you against me.”
Tyler turned his head toward Dean almost desperately, like he was thrashing, and Dean caught his chin. He kissed him slowly, lushly. He was trying to match the energy Sarg was bringing to the table, and Sarg apparently relished taking his time.
“Oh God, Dean,” Tyler said against his mouth. “I feel like I’m being touched by an octopus.”
Dean laughed softly. “In a good way?”
“Yes. So many arms. Please don’t stop.”
Oh, Dean would touch him forever if Tyler would let him, and that thought wasdangerous. He lifted his hand to Tyler’s throat and squeezed gently but not hard enough to cut off any air.
Tyler clawed at his arm, holding it. “I’m going to come.”
Sarg moaned, urging Tyler to spill.
And Tyler, gorgeous man that he was, panted the magic word, the one that Dean had been living for since their first time. “Harder.”
Dean gripped his throat harder, and Tyler came, shaking and gasping for air.
Tyler turned to jelly in his arms, his head lolled back on Dean’s shoulder, eyes closed. Dean looked down the long expanse of Tyler’s sated body to see Sarg nuzzling the inside of Tyler’s thigh.
Sarg uncurled from his kneel slowly like a sea creature rising out of the ocean. The man had seemed untamed from the start, appearing out of the wilderness, scruffy and bold.
“Come here,” Dean said to Sarg. Tyler didn’t stir, other than to settle his weight fully against Dean’s chest.
Sarg stood and prowled toward them. His cock was straining the confines of his briefs, and Dean felt a reflexive tightening in his throat. The quick discussion ahead of time had landed on blowjobs, and fuck if Dean wasn’t excited about it.
Once Sarg was within reach, Dean used his free hand—his other arm was wrapped firmly around Tyler’s chest—to drag those orange undies to Sarg’s knees. His cock bounced up and slapped his stomach.
Dean didn’t waste any time getting the man into his mouth. He went deep fast, and Sarg cried out, threading his fingers into Dean’s hair. It was overwhelming, being pinned to the chaise by Tyler’s body with his mouth full of Sarg, but he didn’t hate it. Dean gave into it and sucked Sarg slowly, thoroughly.
Dean nearly missed it when Tyler moved, but the loss of Tyler against his chest was hard to ignore. Tyler twisted onto his knees between Dean’s legs on the chaise. Then Tyler kissed Dean’s cheek, right where Sarg’s cock bulged it.
Dean and Sarg both froze as Tyler worked his way from Dean’s cheek to his lips stretched around Sarg’s length. Dean and Tyler’s lips touched, almost like a kiss. Dean moved until just the tip of Sarg’s cock was in his mouth, and Tyler did kiss Dean then. Messy and full on, using his tongue to caress Sarg’s crown at the same time.
“Oh, fuck me,” Sarg groaned. “Fellas, that’s real nice.”
Tyler’s hand moved down Dean’s chest, finding his nipples, his belly button, and finally, the tie of his swim trunks. It was a turn-on that Tyler had never done this before. Dean was exhilarated to introduce a new world to Tyler. To give him all the pleasure possible.
In a move that belied science, Tyler bent away from Dean’s mouth, from Sarg’s cock, and took Dean down in one go.
Dean jolted, the sensation whole and consuming. He was not prepared for Tyler’s mouth. He was never prepared for the way Tyler made him feel.
Sex with Tyler was different from what Dean was used to. Not only better but more intense too. He wasn’t sure if that was due to circumstance or chemistry orTyler.
But he hated that it felt special, resented it. He tried to fight it, to put distance between what was happening in his body and his… heart. To build that protective barrier that used to come to him instinctually.
