Page 72 of Our Sweet Revenge

I moved my hand forward and ran a finger around Chris’s belly button, slowly brushing against the faint trail of hairs leading down. He shivered as goosebumps rose across his pale arms. Even his nipples hardened, reminding me of how nice they’d felt between my teeth.

I slipped my finger between towel and skin, feeling the beginning of his soft pubes. With one swift movement, I pulled off the towel and left Chris fully exposed. I locked my eyes with him, daring him to look away. He didn’t.

“Are you clean?” I asked. “Is… is your pussy spotless?” God, it was so much easier speaking inside my head. I was a professional TED talker when I didn’t need to use my mouth.

Chris's eyes flicked to the side and then back to me. “Yeah, Ethan, it’s spotless.”

“Turn around.”

He did, and I placed my hand on his shoulder and started steering him forward. “You coming?” I called without looking back, meaning Anthony. The sound of the couch springs squeaking was my answer.

There were two bedrooms in the cabin, and I steered us toward the bigger one. In the mornings, the sole window provided a beautiful view of the lake, but now it was too dark to see anything.

From behind me, I heard Anthony clearing his throat. “I brought… Jay gave me condoms and lube.”

“You don’t need condoms,” Chris said with his back to us. “I know it can be a downer.”

The more reasonable Ethan would have argued, but this Ethan didn’t. “Okay, no condoms.”

“Can we maybe have less light?” Anthony asked. Even without looking at him, I could tell how nervous he was, although he had more experience in this than me.

“Sure,” I said.

Anthony dimmed the only light in the room but left enough to see. If anything, it helped set a more sexual atmosphere.

I turned Chris around to face us. “On your knees,” I said, the strength in my voice not mirroring the insecurity I was truly feeling. Maybe knowing that Anthony would chicken out if I showed hesitation was giving me an extra dose of confidence.

Chris sunk down to his knees, his face right in front of my crotch. “Ant, come here,” I said, and he moved next to me with his arm brushing against mine. “Take down Anthony’s boxers,” I said.

Chris raised his hands and silently pulled the boxers down.

“Now… now mine.”

Chris hesitated, his eyes looking down. I saw his shoulders move as he drew in a breath, then his fingers pulled down my boxers, leaving me fully exposed. I waited as his eyes leveled with my erection.

“Lick it,” I said.

Chris moved forward and opened his mouth. A second later, my body melted as he took me in, swirling his tongue around the tip of my cock and sparking electricity across my body. I held his still damp hair and guided him down my cock until his nose met my pubes. He was taking me in so goddamn good: the way he skillfully controlled his gag reflex, the way he kept his composure even when I was brushing against the deepest parts of his throat. When he pulled me out to catch his breath, I rubbed my spit-covered cock against his face, decorating him with wet spots. He stuck his tongue out and I brushed the tip of my cock against it, each brush vibrating through my core and testing my ability to keep standing.

As I shoved myself back into the depth of his mouth, Chris raised his hand and closed his palm around Anthony’s erection. I moved my hand as well and rested it on Anthony’s bare ass. It felt warm and firm; I couldn’t help but squeeze it. Anthony tilted his head toward me, making me worry he was going to tell me off. But instead, he leaned his face down and kissed my shoulder. I smiled and turned my head, surprised when he hurried to kiss me for real. Having Anthony in my mouth while Chris was sucking me was heaven. Was bliss.

Without stopping the kiss, I pulled Chris away from me and steered him to suck Anthony, who moaned loudly into my mouth in response. Two minutes later, Anthony stopped our kiss and quietly said, “I’m close.”

Chris gave Anthony’s cock a final kiss and wiped his lips. His hair was messy as he looked up at us, waiting to see what was coming next. Having those blue eyes watching me made me freeze momentarily. Even kneeling down, there was strength in those eyes. He was granting us temporary control over his body, but no one could make this man truly kneel.

“You can go first,” I told Anthony. “You’ve waited longer than me.”

Anthony stalled before finally saying, “Okay.”

“Go lie on the bed,” I told Chris.

He rose to his feet and went to lie on his back. Anthony climbed the bed and positioned himself between Chris’s bent knees. His body looked even more impressive so close to a much leaner Chris.

“If it was me lying like this, you would’ve tied me down,” Anthony said.

“Probably.”

“Why?”

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