Page 71 of Soulmates
I end up on my knees beside them. David swallows almost all of Connor, whose hips flex in response. Mindlessly, I stroke my own dick, aching for more contact. David’s slurping and Connor’s groaning and I want a piece of both of them so bad, I might lose my mind.
I’m obsessed with Connor’s lips, the memory of his taste. I could kiss him, but I can tell from his grimace that he’s talking himself off the ledge.
There’ll be time for that later.
Instead, I scoot behind David. I pop the top on the lube and squirt a palmful. With slick fingers, I resume my game, tracing the contours of David’s ass, his crack. I dab his hole with lube, mostly teasing, and in between slurps, he whines, high-pitched and greedy.
“You like that, puppy? You want me inside you?”
I’m watching David bob up and down on Connor, when a soft “Hey” distracts me.
“What?”
Connor’s dark gaze is fixed on me, his grimace telling me he’s close. It’s like I’ve been kicked in the gut; his expression is so familiar, the context so different. I mean, I’ve had threesomes before, but never when I couldn’t name my feelings for the other two men.
Who the hell am I kidding? I’ve had 175 years to learn the names of all kinds of feelings. I know what this is. I just don’t want to admit it.
“Get in here.”
I can’t break the stare-down. By touch, I lube myself, find David’s hole, and tease a finger in. He pops off Connor’s dick. “More.”
I give him more. Two fingers. In and out, scissoring, stretching. We’ve done it enough that I know it doesn’t take long to get David ready. After a minute or two, I pat him on the hip. “Now?”
He nods, his cheeks caving in from the suction. I line up with his hole, and push in.
He’s so damned hot, so tight. I work in slowly because I have to. I give him time to relax and give myself time to stay in control. I move too quick and it’ll be over before I start.
The whole time, Connor’s watching, the strain in his face as big a turn-on as the tight squeeze of David’s ass.
Finally, I’m in, and I stretch out over David’s back, skin to skin, clasping his wrists. I’m too low to see Connor without craning my neck, but David needs the contact. I thrust, shallow and steady. The tension is building in the small of my back, making its way over my ass to my balls. No matter how hard I try, I’m not going to last long. This is just too good.
Connor goes first. He shouts, his body going rigid, and I ease off, allowing David to swallow him down. The sound Connor makes, again so familiar, does me in. I thrust harder, faster, crashing into David four times, five, and then I shoot, losing myself in wave after wave of pleasure.
We pause, all of us breathing hard. The smell of sweat and sex is intoxicating. I want to run. I want to fly. I really want to kiss Connor.
The moment passes, and I slide out of David’s body. He’s the only one who hasn’t spent. I lie next to Connor and pull David between us. This all feels familiar, as if we’ve been together for a long time. David interrupts my musing with a sharp nip to my shoulder.
“All right, all right, it’s your turn now.”
I take hold of David’s rigid cock, a squirt of lube in my palm. Glancing at Connor, I nod encouragement, and he wraps his hand around mine. Together, we stroke until David’s growling with every thrust. He grabs my arm so hard, his nails break the skin, and he’s clawing at Connor’s chest with his other hand.
Finally, David bucks, hard, and jets of jizz paint his belly.
“Trajan.”
Connor calls my name, and before I can answer, his mouth crashes into mine.
It’s like he’s set free a part of me that’s been locked down for years. Our tongues tangle, his taste so familiar and well-loved.
David’s cock softens. I release him, and, without breaking contact with Connor, I get an arm around David’s shoulder. He sighs against me, his trust a generous bonus to Connor’s kiss.
We’re all three wrapped together. The kiss ends, and Connor and I stay forehead to forehead, both of us breathing hard.
“You know, I’m thinking we should stay right here tonight,” David says. Connor and I laugh, but neither of us complains.
“Whatever you say, puppy.” I follow up my words with a kiss, then catch Connor’s eye. “And I’m glad you’re alive,amore mio. I’m glad you’re alive.”
Part Five:Tempered Gold
