Page 25 of As Many Stars
“You mean we could?”
“And I’d be asking him about it first. Clear, beforehand, so he knows what he’s saying yes to.”
“Oh.” Ash got a tiny frown between pale eyebrows. “Does he…not know? When he’s…like this? Blake, I…I’m not comfortable with this if you don’t know what we’re doing.”
“Ah.” Cam put a hand on Blake’s head. “Stop. Be still, for a moment.”
Blake drew back, reluctantly; knelt, cock aching, mouth and jaw ecstatic with use. Hands back in place behind himself.
“Tell him.” Cam did a head-tip toward Ash. “That you’re here and wanting it.”
Blake swallowed, winced, tested his voice. “I am. I do.”
The starlit worry hadn’t gone away. “But—”
“Sometimes it’s…a lot. When I’m feeling…this. It’s hard to think. I don’twantto think.” He looked up at Cam. “You asked me, in Edinburgh, what I wanted. What I’d be good with. And you listened.”
“And so I should’ve,” Cam said, “because that’s the way it works. Rules, beforehand, for this sort of thing. So we’re both feeling good. So I won’t do more than we’ve already discussed, not until we’ve discussed it, if you see what I mean.”
“I think so, yes.” Ash considered this for a moment. “I’m not sure I could do that, that role…I think I want more what you want. Being in charge. Or not exactly. I’m not sure yet. Is that allright?”
“Of course, lad.” Cam kissed him, swift and certain. “Would you like to fuck him? Or to spend yourself all over him, claiming him?”
“Oh,” Ash said, and did a little excited shiver. “Yes, that. How would I…oh, I’ve got an idea. Blake, on the bed. Lie down.”
Evidently Ashley was going to be very good at giving orders. Blake managed to get up, and to collapse across the bed, on his back. Clean linen. Blue satin hangings. The feathers of the mattress under him. The wetness of his prick. So many sensations.
He turned his head to see Cam’s hands helping slide away Ash’s last clothing, leaving acres of fair smooth skin, graceful as fresh parchment, about to learn a new indelible story. Ash’s cock was longer than Blake’s own, more curved, less thick; beautiful, like the rest of him.
Ash came over to the bed, Cam’s hand playing with the curves of bare pert arse. Ash liked that, from the smile, the tiny blushing laugh. Cam shrugged. “Love your arse, lad. Love all of you. Nice and tempting.”
“Agreed,” Blake said fuzzily, from the pillows.
“Ah, you’re still talking.” Cam flicked fingers against Blake’s cock. It stung, gloriously. His tip dribbled more want. “Well, I love that too.” His hand stroked Blake’s length, after, more gentle. Pleasure, anguish, bliss, sharpness: they all melded into pure overwhelming happiness. Blake spread his legs, unthinking, hips lifting into the touch.
“Some hurt,” Ash said, watching, “and some petting. I can do that.” He did, mirroring both.
Blake whimpered. His Ashley, touching him, toying with him, like this…his Cam, too, hand on Ash’s arm…so right, so good, he would be so good for them…every sensation felt so big and billowing and immense, but that was so good too, and hesank into it, yielded to it, knew peacefulness in the midst of it. They would make him feel everything, because he was theirs. They wanted him.
Ash got up on the bed with him. Knelt over him. Hand leisurely stroking his own length. “I like the idea of this…seeing myself, all over you…Cam, I want you, too. What did you have in mind?”
Cam nudged his leg. “Scoot yourself up a bit. I want to feel that arse. And yes, I’ve also got something in mind.”
Some rearranging happened. Blake let them move him, spread and lift his legs, position him how they liked. They ended up between his thighs, Cam behind Ash, partly for support, partly so that Cam’s cock nestled between the curves of Ash’s arse, partly so that Cam could reach around and stroke Ash’s luscious cock.
Ash moaned. “You’re good at that.”
“I’d like to think so.” Cam sounded smug about it. “We’re going to make you spend yourself all over him, so you both feel it, aye? My hand on your prick, and you covering him in it.”
“Stop talking about it,” Blake begged, “and do it.” His own cock was so messy and so hard it stuck to his stomach, denied release; but that felt splendid too.
“I love you,” Ash said, watching his face. Cam’s purr of agreement underscored the answer.
Blake gazed up at them, blurrily incandescently happy. Cam’s hand stroked Ash’s cock. Ash moaned more, and thrust into the grip. In and out, head pushing forward, slick.
Ash was eager and needy and new to this, and Cam was very skilled; it did not take long. Cam’s hand moved, and Ash gasped, back arching; he began to come, hips jerking, cock pulsing. Spurts of white landed in cleansing hot stripes across Blake’s body, spread out under them both.
Blake sobbed with pure pleasure. Ash moaned again asCam played with him, drawing out the climax. “Please, please…oh…”
