At the same time, Wyatt ran his hand down Bel’s back and over his ass again and again, chasing away new nerves and anxieties. Neither of them had been inside of Bel yet. It was new, and River would move only as quickly as Bel wanted.
Bel suddenly stiffened, lifting his mouth away from River. He knew from the sudden tension humming through Bel’s frame that Wyatt had pressed a finger inside of Bel. Undeterred, River shifted and nibbled on his jaw.
“We can stop anytime you want,” River whispered.
“No,” Bel said quickly, his voice tense.
“There are so many things we can do. Every last one of them will make me happy because I’m with you and Wyatt.”
Bel exhaled and smiled at River, his expression looking less brittle and more relaxed. “No, I want this. Really want this. Wyatt’s touch there…not what I was expecting. Not that I know what I was expecting. I—”
River kissed him hard and Bel moaned. It was better to not let the analytical side of his brain engage at that moment. They kissed over and over again until Bel was starting to move on top of him, rubbing their cocks together while pushing on Wyatt’s fingers.
A long moan left Bel, and he dropped his head to the pillow under River’s head. He lifted his hips up higher, offering Wyatt even more of his ass. River looked over Bel’s shoulder and down the graceful curve of his back to his other lover, kneeled near the foot of the bed. He had two fingers sliding into Bel’s ass while his free hand was wrapped around his own dick, steadily stroking himself.
“He’s so fucking beautiful,” Wyatt growled. “His body just keeps sucking me in, holding me tight, as if I belong inside of him.” Wyatt lifted dark eyes to River and a slow, wicked grin spread across those full lips. “Just like your ass is made for me.”
“Bel?” River said through clenched teeth. Hell, he was close already just from Bel rubbing against him and watching Wyatt fingerfuck him.
“Now, River. Not gonna last,” Bel panted in his ear.
River’s hand shot out toward Wyatt and he almost cried with relief when Wyatt slapped the lube into his palm immediately. He squeezed some into his hand and pushed Bel up just enough to get his hand wrapped around his leaking dick. He didn’t allow more than a couple of strokes, and fresh cries of pleasure erupted from Bel’s lips.
“Just push right inside me like last time,” River said.
Bel sat on his heels, one hand wrapped tight around the base of his dick. “Do I need to—”
River cut him off. He couldn’t wait. “Nope, Wyatt got me all ready for you.”
Bel nodded sharply and inched closer. The head of his dick brushed against his hole once, twice, before Bel thrust inside, wringing a shout from both of them. That wonderful fullness was back. Bel stretched him, filled him so perfectly. His lover twitched inside of him, his balls pressed right to River’s ass.
“Oh, God. I’m going to die if I don’t move,” Bel moaned.
River hooked a hand behind Bel’s neck and pulled him down, kissing him lightly. “Hold still. Let Wyatt inside.”
Bel whimpered, body tensed, but he held perfectly still as River asked.
And then he felt it. Wyatt pushed inside. Bel flinched and a different tension filled his body. Bel stared at him, but his beautiful eyes had lost that haze of pleasure and lust. River knew that first bite of pain.
“Relax, Bel,” Wyatt purred. He rubbed along Bel’s ass, spine, and shoulders, fingertips grazing along bits of River’s flesh along the way. “Breathe and relax. You feel so good around me.”
River licked Bel’s lips, getting his attention, right before he clenched his muscles around Bel’s captured cock. Bel moaned and it was echoed by Wyatt a second later.
“So big. So full,” Bel whispered.
“And he’s going to feel so good deep inside of you. As good as you feel inside of me.” River shifted again, rocking ever so slightly on Bel’s dick.
“Yes,” Bel panted. “More. I want more.” This time, Bel pulled out of River a little, moving on Wyatt, filling the room with more cries of pleasure.
“That’s it, Bel,” Wyatt snarled. “Fuck us both.”
River spread his legs as wide as he could, tilting his hips up, welcoming all of Bel’s thrusts. He looked up at his lover and nearly came. Bel’s head was thrown back and his fangs were out as he shoved onto Wyatt’s dick and fucked hard into River. He was completely lost to the pleasure mounting between them. Behind him, Wyatt’s handsome face was dotted with sweat and lines of strain as he fought his orgasm.
“Close. So close,” Bel panted.
“Then come,” River said. His orgasm was so damn close as well. It wasn’t going to take much more, but he wanted to feel Bel fill him first.
A hand grabbed under one of River’s knees and pushed his leg up toward his chest. River blinked and saw only Wyatt’s wicked grin. With his free hand, he planted it between Bel’s shoulder blades, pushing him down onto River. Wyatt picked up his thrusts, pistoning in and out of him. River cried out as the new position pushed Bel even deeper inside of him and relentlessly hammered on his prostate. Bel’s voice rang out at the same time and beautiful heat flooded River’s tight channel as Bel came.
River couldn’t reach his own dick. It was trapped under Bel’s body, but he didn’t need to touch it. The friction of rubbing against Bel’s stomach was more than enough to tip him over the edge. He shouted and came hard, bright lightning scorching through every inch of his body. He was only vaguely aware of Wyatt’s shouts as he joined them.
Yes, the entire fucking house had to have heard them, and he didn’t care.
He didn’t know how long they lay there in a heap of panting, sweaty flesh, but Wyatt was the first to stir. He moved slowly, pressing a gentle kiss to Bel’s shoulder and then River’s chin. The easiest body parts for him to reach. He withdrew from Bel and flopped onto the bed to River’s right.
When Bel finally caught his breath, he dropped to River’s left but kept one arm thrown over River’s chest so he could wrap his fingers around Wyatt’s forearm.
“Got any more fantasies you want to try out?” Bel asked with a sated sigh.
River turned his head on the pillow, and his heart flipped at the smile spread across Bel’s face. He looked so young and carefree. A rare sight. There was something about him, something in those fascinating blue eyes, that looked so heavy with age even when not a line or wrinkle cut across his face. “A few.”
“Good. You really have the best ideas.”
Wyatt laughed and reached across River to place his hand on Bel’s bare hip. River was wrapped in the two men who mattered the most to him in the entire world. Even if he hadn’t died, he knew without a doubt that heaven couldn’t compare to this moment.
“Though, I really doubt this is what Aiden had in mind when he told you to rest,” Wyatt said.
“True, but he’s right. We need to get some sleep. Sunset and Winter will be here soon.”
Bel’s soft words were a somber reminder of what had brought them to Marcus’s home in the first place. River’s smile slipped away as he stared at Bel and he could see the question rising on his face.
“I’m so sorry about your house,” River murmured.