Page 77 of Soulmates
“Well, I mean, you two are a thing, and I don’t want to interfere with that.”
“Aw, puppy …” They share another glance. “Way I see it,” Trajan says, “is that we three are a thing, unless that’s not what you want.”
I spring up, my guts roiling. “See? There you go again being all cool and noble and all.” I end up standing at the window, gazing over the city where lights prick the morning gloom and the eastern sky is lightening. “I can’t tell what I’m really feeling and what’s just noise, you know?”
Connor comes up behind me, warm and strong. Trajan’s shy of the light so he stops a few steps away.
“Okay,” Connor says, “I hear what you’re saying. Let’s just take things day by day and see where we end up.”
I nod, afraid to open my mouth in case bullshit comes out.
“What do you want, David?”
Trajan’s voice grounds me and his question helps me focus. “I want to take Uncle Brendan down, and my stupid-ass cousins with him.”
“How do we do that?”
We?I can feel Connor’s nod behind me, and I smile. “Not sure, Traj, but I promise you I’ll think of something.”
“I know you will,” he says, and Connor chuckles.
“Let’s get some rest, and then you can plan your world domination,” Connor says, and shifts his weight toward Trajan. I follow them into the bedroom, marveling at my good luck.
The room is large, the king-size bed covered with a deep brown velvet comforter. The curtains are drawn and a single lamp sends out a pool of soft amber light. As soon as he closes the door, Trajan wraps a hand around my wrist. “C’mere, pup.”
Connor pauses in undoing the buttons of his shirt, his eyes lighting up. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
Trajan shakes my wrist. “If you’re thinking we need to convince this young man that he’s more than a problem to be solved, then we are.”
“What?” I try to jerk my arm away from him. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Hush,” Trajan says. He bumps my knee with his, making my leg buckle. His grin makes it clear that the time for serious talk is over.
Taking the hint, I slide down to my knees. He moves behind me, catching hold of my other wrist and raising my hands over my head. His grip is firm, but I could break free if I chose to. He’s close enough that the bulge in his jeans is bumping against my head, and he murmurs, “Want to play, puppy?”
Connor’s shifted from unbuttoning his shirt to loosening his jeans, and I moan my response.Hell yes, I want to play. I want them to use me, to ground me, to make me feel whole.
Stroking his cock, Connor closes the distance between us. He lines up with my mouth, and I open for him. He slides in far enough for me to wrap my tongue around his beautiful cut head.
Trajan draws my arms up higher. “Go ahead,” he says. “Show him how you feel.”
Connor takes hold of my head, holding me steady while he thrusts, letting me take him deep. My own dick is so hard, it almost hurts, but the energy from Trajan and Connor has caught me as securely as their hands.
Trajan murmurs something I don’t catch. Connor speeds up and I lose myself in the sensation, his hard cock, the scent and flavor of musky man. When I suck hard, he whimpers, so I suck again and again. His thrusts get harder, and a burst of salty-bitter cum hits my tongue. Before he loses it completely, Trajan reaches down and grasps Connor’s cock right at the base.
“Hold off,amore mio.I want to show you something.”
Connor’s lips are drawn in a grimace, but he nods and takes a step back.
“Now come on.” Trajan pulls me up to standing. “Let’s get him undressed.”
The two of them go to work, all hands and mouths and heavy breathing. They’re still dressed when they lead me to the bed and stretch out on either side of me. Trajan pulls a bottle of fancy lube from some nook or cranny and squeezes some in Connor’s palm.
They go to work, an exquisite choreography designed to drive me crazy. In turn, they kiss me, suckle my neck, and tease my nipples. One of them strokes my cock, and the other has a finger sliding in and out of my hole.
I honestly don’t know whose hand belongs to who.
I’ll admit it takes a minute for me to get pastmy hair’s a mess and I haven’t manscaped or even fucking showered and I must look gross.Having two men intent on proving a point chases away my insecurities quickly enough, and I relax. They take me to the edge and hold me there until I’m all but sobbing. Then Trajan growls a command, and Connor slides between my thighs, my legs resting on his shoulders.
