“Play with his hole,” he directed Kassidy, handing her a bottle of lube he’d grabbed from the nightstand. He held Chris’s cock up and out of the way so he could see what she was doing, the skin of Chris’s balls and perineum stretched taut and beautiful. “We have to get him ready. It’s gonna be…tight.”
“Mmm.” Her finger brushed over Chris’s hole, now slick with lube, and Chris groaned and writhed at the touch. She did it again and again, then finally pushed inside. Just the tip of her finger, not far, and Dag almost exploded just watching her slender digit disappear into Chris.
She pumped a little bit, a few times, her eyes wide and hot, her other hand cupping his balls, massaging lightly. “Does that feel good, Chris?” she asked.
“Oh fuck, yeah.” Chris’s hands fisted into the duvet, his knuckles white.
Seeing the pleasure on both their faces was a rush, so achingly hot and lovely. Dag’s whole body burned and throbbed.
Kassidy’s intent expression as she focused her attention there in that most intimate of places, Chris’s face tight with bliss–it was almost enough to bring tears to a guy’s eyes. Not him. He blinked at the stinging feeling in the corners of his eyes. Jesus, he never cried. Never.
He had to be inside Chris, now, but he gathered every particle of restraint he had. “Try two fingers,” he told Kassidy. She did so and a long, rough sound came from Chris.
“There,” she whispered. “There you go…so good.”
Just a little longer. Rushing things would not be good for Chris, not this time, his first time. Dag bent his head and rubbed his cheek over Chris’s hip bone, pressed open-mouthed kisses there, across the soft skin between his navel and the brown curls. He took him in his mouth again. So good, so thick and hard against his tongue.
“Okay, Jesus,” Chris gasped. “You gotta stop or…”
Dag again let Chris’s cock slide out, letting the edge of his teeth drag over the crown, making Chris hiss.
“Okay,” he said, and he met Kassidy’s eyes. “Gonna do it now.”
She bit her lip and nodded, cheeks flushed pretty and pink, eyes sparkling.
“You lie down,” he gently directed her. “On your back, baby. That way you can see both of us.”
“Yes.” She nodded and scrambled over Chris’s body to do as Dag asked. Chris rolled and, before he moved over Kassidy, Dag reached for Chris’s neck, pulled him close and gave him a fast, hard kiss on the mouth.
Above his girlfriend, Chris paused, weight on his hands. “I love you, Kassidy,” he whispered, and then he kissed her, another fast hard kiss.
He was dying. The pleasure was so intense it hurt, and Chris knew they’d barely started. He lifted his mouth from Kassidy’s, the sweet softness so different from Dag’s darker, harder mouth. At the far back of his mind, he couldn’t believe he was doing this, but yet he knew he wanted it, so damn much it scared him. He wanted Dag, like this.
Dag. All the times they’d been together. He’d never known how Dag felt, never even thought about it, just got lost in pleasure, his own pleasure, the girl’s pleasure, even Dag’s pleasure. It had all just been mindless, thoughtless bliss. Until now.
He focused on Kassidy’s face, though, her mouth, the curve of her cheek, the love shining in her eyes. He couldn’t do this without her. He’d told Dag that, almost thinking that might make a difference, but then Dag had blown his mind by telling him he was falling in love with Kassidy too. “Let’s go home,” he’d said to Chris. “Home to Kassidy.”
Gratitude swelled in his chest so huge it almost choked him, gratitude and relief that he’d found this woman who’d pushed him to look inside himself and have the courage to admit how he felt and what he wanted. Who else would ever have understood or accepted something so bizarre?
And gratitude to Dag too, for all he’d given him, for all he’d given Kassidy, for also accepting Chris’s need for there to be three of them.
Chris pushed into Kassidy, and her body pulled him in, so hot, scalding him, so wet, bathing him, and he watched her face as he filled her, the haze in her eyes, the curve of her mouth into the sweetest smile. “Love you,” he said.
“I love you too.”
Dag’s hands moved on his hips, his thighs. Heat spiraled. Fire streaked through his veins and every nerve ending jumped as he waited, abs tense, for what was coming. It had been so fucking good, that night Dag had made him come. When he’d nailed his gland like that, he’d thought the top of his head was going to fly off. So the anticipation was both good and nervous, the unfamiliar sensations of being invaded there disturbing yet erotic.
Dag’s fingers slid between the cheeks of his ass, so wicked, so dangerous, hot shivers rippled over his skin.
“Want me to wear a condom?” Dag murmured behind him. Chris jerked his head around.
“Uh…no.”
“Sure?” Dag dragged his tongue over his shoulder. Warm pleasure poured through him.
“Yeah.” Chris choked out the word. “You’ve been fucking Kassidy without a condom. You said you were tested. You’re good.”
“Yeah. And Kassidy’s the only one I’ve been with.”
Dag reached for the bottle of lube and squirted some into his hand. The cool slickness startled Chris as Dag spread it then he squeezed more into his palm and spread it over his cock.
Jesus. Now wasn’t a good time to think about how big Dag was. His butt cheeks clenched hard even as Dag’s lubed-up fingers probed.
“Relax.” Kassidy’s voice whispered over him, her fingers stroking his tight shoulders. “I can feel you tense up. Relax.”
“Yeah.” Dag echoed her words, again licked his tongue up Chris’s back, moved lower and bit one cheek. Chris jumped.
Dag’s fingers probed and pushed then parted his cheeks. Chris squeezed his eyes closed, willed his body to relax even as every cell shouted out for more, more, more. Kassidy’s soft murmurs and tender caresses, Dag’s hands, and then, oh Christ, Dag’s cock, the big blunt head probing at his asshole. “Aw, fuuuuck…”
The pain seared him, heat flamed over his ass, washing up over his whole body. He froze in place, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Kassidy reach a hand up to his cheek, pulled him to face her. “It’s okay,” she whispered again. Racing bolts of electricity zapped through his body, straight to his balls, torturously tight. Dag’s fingers dug into his hips as he pushed in farther and Chris groaned.
Dampness broke out on his skin, on his forehead, his chest. Every nerve ending was sensitized to the point of pain, especially his ass, burning with a fire that seared him.
“Feel the burn?” Dag asked behind him, stroking a hand up his back.
“Yeah.”
“Gonna make you burn more.” And with another hard thrust that had Chris crying out, he was in him, filling him, filling his ass.
“Fuck!” he cried again, but now Dag was in, he was hitting that spot, that gland that sent his mind spinning right out of his body. Nothing existed but sensation, he was wrapped up in it, Kassidy’s hot wetness rippling around his cock, buried deep in her sweet pussy, her hands drifting over his body as her eyes lost focus, Dag’s thick spear of flesh inside him, his body slamming into his ass as he fucked him.
“Feels so good,” Kassidy moaned. “So good. I feel you both…every time Dag pushes in, I feel it too.”
“Both…fucking…you,” Dag said tightly. He bent over Chris, his hands sliding around to his chest, pinching his nipples. More pleasure streaked through his body. Too much, it was almost too much to bear, pleasure so intense he burned from it.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “I love it. I love you.”
And Chris knew she was saying that both of them. He squeezed his eyes shut against the emotion that exploded inside him, too much, too much…