Page 24 of As Many Stars
Ashley’s eyes got very wide, starshine saucers.
“Ah,” Cam said, “right, this’s new to you—”
“I think I’ve got the idea.” Ash sent a smile Blake’s direction. “I’m good at words. Poetry. Languages. Blake…he gave you an order, didn’t he? Should I repeat it? Or are you going to be good for us?”
“Oh fuck,” Blake got out, barely coherent. The sweetness, the glory, the relief, had shot right through him. His cock, his balls, his chest, his knees.
He managed to strip off his clothing with fumbling hands. He knelt, as ordered. On the rug, beside the bed. Hands behind his back. Cock standing stiff and hard in front of him.
“You want to be ours.” Ashley stopped in front of him, still dressed aside from having lost the slippers someplace. In that blue brocade robe, hair loose, he was a prince, a story himself. His hand stroked Blake’s hair, thin fingers in the black strands. “Is that it? You want to belong to us. But, Blake…love…you already do.”
Blake quivered. His cock was wet, at the tip; he felt himself fill and swell with pleasure.
“Oh, that’s nice.” Cam came over too, arm fitting around Ash’s waist. He’d stripped off shirt and waistcoat, but left his trousers and boots on. “You liked that, didn’t you, lad? Tell us.”
“Yes…God, yes. Please.”
“Oh,” Ash said, breathless, “I want to just…just take you, have you, touch you everywhere…the way you look…I don’t know exactly what, but I want to see what you’d do, if I touch you…your cock, maybe….would you come for me, if I told you to?”
“Yes.” He was all but begging. The world was made of their gazes on him, the thrum of his body, the way they were making him wait and looking at him and claiming him.
“Could you,” Cam murmured, “right here, on your knees, just thinking about us playing with your prick? Not touching you, but watching you, the way you’re craving it, we can see it, you’re so wet and dripping for us…”
“Cam,” Blake whimpered. The answer was yes, yes, he hadn’t done that before but he was pretty sure he could, right now: pinned on his knees, exposed and bare in so many ways,cock leaking and spilling and showing them all his need, the need that pulsed in his head like their fire and moonlight…
“So very good,” Cam approved. “Come here for a moment. Undo my trousers. You can move your hands.”
That required shuffling forward, on his knees; he did it gladly. He found buttons, opened the fall. Found Cam’s prick, felt his mouth water at the length, the girth. He remembered this much: himself on his knees, Cam’s voice surrounding him, Cam’s cock pushing into his mouth, using his throat, filling him up the way he needed.
Cam let him nuzzle against the thick blunt hardness, rubbing his face into heat, breathing the scent of male desire in, pleading; and then took pity on him, holding Blake in place, guiding that cock into Blake’s mouth. So good, it was so good, hard and heavy, making him open up and take it; he moaned around the size of it.
“Lovely.” Cam had a hand on his head. “Gentle, though—you’re recovering, lad, and we’re taking care of you. Not about hurting you, is it? Not in ways you don’t like, at least.”
Ash inquired, “Is that something you like? A bit of…hurt?” He bent down, touched Blake’s face; traced Blake’s lips, stretched around Cam’s cock. Then pushed his finger in alongside, making Blake’s mouth open further, messy. Blake’s hips jerked instinctively. His body was theirs.
“A bit,” Cam said. “We did a bit of that. Figured out you like my hand on your arse, didn’t we? All red and hot. And some rough handling, holding you down, making you take it…so you couldn’t do anything but take it, knowing you were there to be fucked, tobetaken…”
Blake shuddered desperately with the words, the rightness. Mouth full, cock bobbing mid-air. Yes. What he was there for. Yes.
“Might do a bit more with you, sometime.” Cam’s cockpushed deeper into his mouth, fucked his mouth; Ash’s fingers, two of them, fondled Cam’s length, played with guiding the shaft in and out, between Blake’s lips. “Wondering how you’d handle some leather, a riding crop, could be, mayhap…oh, not too hard, I wouldn’t like seeing you in pain for me. But enough to make you feel it, intense, like. So you’d know it. All through you. Giving yourself over to it, all of it.”
Blake tried to nod. He would like that. He would. He trusted Cam, and Ash. They’d give him what he needed. His hair got into his eyes; Ash’s other hand stroked it back.
“Not now,” Cam said. “Not today. Not asking too much. But…only because I want to see you, mind…and that poor prick could use something…you come here, now. Not to finish, just so we can show our Ashley how good you are.” He shifted a leg. Moved a boot forward. Implication clear.
Blake scooted forward. Pressed himself against Cam’s boot. Cock rubbing against tall leather. Cam’s prick forced further down his throat. He heard Ash gasp softly, and the sound hummed in his head; he rocked his hips, pumping himself against the line of Cam’s boot. It felt so good. He felt so good. He could do this forever.
“God.” Ashley’s voice held pure awe. “That—that…” His fingers had slipped out of Blake’s mouth, and trailed across Blake’s cheek. “Oh, the way you look…”
“And you.” Cam gathered Ash in, kissed him hard, eased the robe down. Peeled off Ash’s shirt, both hands briefly leaving Blake to shiver and rock in place. Ash melted against him, liquid and eager, curious and willing. He reached out to touch Cam, running hands all over him: muscles, fuzzy hair, flat stomach, the line of red hair down toward his prick, above Blake’s head.
Blake watched them hazily, looking up. Did not come, because he’d been ordered not to. Just trembled and shook and left messy traces of his need all over Cam’s boot, suckling onCam’s cock, lightheaded with the hugeness of it, small gulps of air around the girth.
Cam looked down at him. One big hand had dipped inside Ash’s trousers, cupping Ash’s arse. “Thinking we should both fuck you. To show you you’re ours.”
“Atonce,” Ash said, astounded, a question.
Cam laughed. “No, no…not without a lot more working up to it, that’d be…”
