“Something tells me that whatever it is will involve orgasms,” Aldis teases, and I grin. The man knows me well, apparently.
“Bow’s orgasm, inside my ass, filling me up,” I clarify, my voice dipping low and husky. “Now that we’re all tested, that’s an experience I need to have.” Bowen’s breath catches and Aldis makes a rumbling sound of approval, his fingers stilling just below my belly button.
“You want me to fuck you?” Bowen asks, the barest tremor in his voice. I can already see the outline of his erection starting to tent the thin sheet he has draped over his waist. My cock swells and a shiver runs down my spine as precum starts to form and trickle from my slit. I cant my hips, biting back a moan at the feeling of the silky-soft sheets rubbing against my cock, getting damp and sticky with my arousal. I can’t believe I used to be embarrassed by my precum. Now all I can think about is how good it will feel to get Aldis’s cock all slick with it while we rub against each other.
I nod and then look over at Aldis. His eyes are heated, the head of his cock peeking out from the sheets as well. “And I want to be on top of you while he does it. I want you to see my face when Bowen fills me for the first time.”
Aldis lets out a quiet moan and reaches down to palm his cock through the sheets.
“Jesus, Thorne. Come here.” He grabs the back of my neck with his free hand and drags me in for a kiss. It’s slow and sweet at first, his mouth meeting mine tentatively as if he hasn’t kissed me a hundred different times by now, hasn’t had my cock down his throat and in his ass.
Bowen’s body is against my back as Aldis’s tongue drags lazily against mine, the heat of them both surrounding me, making my cock tingle and more precum drip from me. Bowen’s lips press against my shoulder, the back of my neck, the shell of my ear, the side of my jaw, branding me everywhere he touches.
The sheet is unceremoniously kicked away, leaving all our skin fully exposed, heated as we rub together, hands groping and legs tangling. Aldis abandons my mouth to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat, and Bowen’s lips find mine.
I had a threesome once with two women back in college, and at the time, I was disappointed. It really didn’t live up to all the hype group sex seems to get. It was twice as much work for the same amount of orgasm. What was the point?
Being in bed with Aldis and Bowen isn’t even in the same universe as that experience, and not just because being with men is different in so many ways. It’s more about the way we all connect, the way we seem to read each other’s minds, working together like a well-oiled machine to pleasure each other and to take pleasure from each other.
I thrust against Aldis’s huge, hard cock, moaning into Bowen’s mouth as the pit of my stomach clenches and my balls tingle, my head catching against his, his skin silky, wrapped around the hard steel of his erection. Bowen catches the sound on his tongue and kisses me deeper while Aldis nibbles my collarbone, his fingers back to their work of teasing me as he drags them up and down the trail of dark hair that extends from my belly button downward.
“Get the lube, Bow,” I say hoarsely, sucking his bottom lip between my teeth and then soothing it with my tongue.
He moans and thrusts his cock against the curve of my ass, digging his fingers into my hips and pushing me against Aldis’s erection again. Even more precum pours from me, coating us, making it easier to grind against him. Bowen kisses me one more time and then rolls toward the bedside drawer where we stashed an entire package of lube bottles. It turns out when there are three of you, you go through the lube really fucking quickly.
Aldis pulls me on top of him, his mouth on mine again as I straddle him, my hands braced on the pillow under his head, my hips rolling as I thrust my cock harder against his. He grabs my ass cheeks with both hands, forcing me to slow down, a moan vibrating against my tongue.
“Take it easy for a second, or this is going to be over way too fast,” he warns.
I chuckle unapologetically and grind against him again, more slowly this time. The sound of the lube bottle clicking open is far more effective at getting me to pause than his words were. The bed jostles, and Bowen’s hand brushes along my back as he positions himself behind me.
“Ready for my fingers?” he checks, and I nod. “It’ll be a little cold.”
I gasp despite the warning as his cool, lube-slicked fingers brush over my hole. I dig my fingers into the pillow, twisting it in my fists, and close my eyes, my nerves getting the better of me as Bowen gently strokes his fingers along my rim. Aldis presses his lips against my jaw.
“Deep breath,” he whispers. “Just relax.”
I drag in a shuddering breath, and then another and another until my body slowly starts to relax. Bowen’s patient stroking starts to warm all of my nerve endings, creating an empty ache inside of me that stokes the heat in my belly and the heaviness in my balls. I can feel myself relaxing, softening, eager to feel more than just his fingertips against the outside of my hole.
“More,” I beg in a ragged voice.
Aldis’s cock jerks against mine, and he growls as he kisses his way along my throat and jaw. Bowen leans over me too, the imposing presence of his body making me even more desperate. He drags his tongue down my spine as he patiently works one finger inside of me.
Holy fuck, have his fingers always been that big? A burning ache ricochets through me at the stretch, my inner muscles instinctively clenching around him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans.
“Why do you think I’m not starting with Aldis’s monster cock?” I joke, and Aldis’s laughter shakes the whole bed. Bowen joins in too. I can feel his smile against my skin, his finger halfway inside me as he pauses to chuckle.
When he starts to push deeper again, the tip of his finger brushes something deep inside that makes my toes curl and body seize.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp.
Bowen hums and presses his finger a little deeper, pushing harder against that spot until I’m panting and squirming.
“Just wait until it’s his cock pounding your prostate,” Aldis says with a smirk.
“Don’t make me wait,” I whine, impatiently grinding harder onto his finger. The initial burn has faded, leaving a deep ache in its place, an empty feeling that I’m afraid might drive me insane if Bowen doesn’t do something to fix it.
He ignores my pleading, taking his time fucking his finger in and out of me slowly, torturously, adding more lube every so often until I’m humping shamelessly between his finger inside me and Aldis’s hard cock beneath me, so close to the edge that my thighs are quaking. And then he adds a second finger.
I let out a surprised yelp, the sharp pain of being stretched returning full force, making me feel impossibly full as he eases them both inside and starts the entire process over again. It doesn’t take as long this time for the pain to fade into a biting pleasure, my throat growing raw from begging and moaning before he slips his fingers out and I hear more of the wet, lube sounds as he squeezes what sounds like a large amount out of the bottle.
I look over my shoulder, my vision swimming from being so painfully horny. “Please tell me you’re giving me your cock this time?”
Bowen smiles, his own cheeks flushed with obvious arousal. “I don’t know. It might be more fun to edge you all day with my fingers until you’re so desperate to come you’ll do just about anything.”