He wanted me. He’d always wanted me.
Crim must have sensed it too, because he pulled back from my lips and crashed into Oliver’s neck.
Watching him plant voracious, quick kisses beneath Oliver’s ear made my cock pulse even harder.
There was a faint question forming in the back of my mind, an inkling of doubt that asked me over and over, Do you really want this? Is this really happening? But it was quickly smothered by a red-hot desire.
I watched Oliver’s face contort to a look of pure pleasure. He closed his bright green eyes and tilted his beautiful head to the side, opening up his collarbone to Crim.
Crim slowed his kissing while gently moving his hand down my torso.
I’d lost a few more pounds over the past couple of weeks, so I felt confident as his hand glided down my upper body. There weren’t quite muscles there yet, but I didn’t think anyone noticed or cared in this situation.
Crim moved his fingers down to the base of my shirt and fumbled with the hem, then tugged it upwards.
I wound my fist around the fabric and rolled it off the rest of the way, exposing my bare skin.
Crim sat up onto his knees and tugged his green v-neck off. He was tatted up with that same red and blue swirling pattern and completely jacked. His chest heaved as he breathed heavily, looking down at me. His purple eyes sparkled with dark, pure want.
I couldn’t take the intensity of his gaze anymore, so I rolled to the side and buried my face into the hem of Oliver’s jeans. Using my teeth, I tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up ever so slightly.
Crim leaned down and rolled to Oliver’s other side, biting down on the hem there.
Together, we used our teeth to pull the shirt up over Oliver’s head and off his body.
Crim immediately leaned down and gave a quick lick to the side of Oliver’s muscular torso, dragging his tongue across his ribs like he was playing a xylophone.
“Oh! Mmm…” Oliver moaned, arching his back.
He was so pretty, especially now that he was shirtless. Even though I had mixed feelings about the way he acted and there were still lots of questions regarding how I felt about him, there were no questions about whether or not I found him attractive. My cock was fighting to get out of my jeans.
As I slowly licked Oliver’s side, I watched as Crim mirrored me on his other side.
His purple eyes darted over to mine as he raised one of his hands to Oliver’s nipple and pinched it.
“Oh… oh…” Oliver moaned, writhing under us.
I took the signal from Crim and mirrored what he was doing, pinching Oliver’s other nipple.
“Fuck…” Oliver hissed, digging his fingers into the duvet.
We carried on like that for a few minutes; I felt myself get harder and harder.
Sweat began to shimmer across Oliver’s tan form.
Then Crim’s eyes were on me again. He crawled over Oliver so he was on top of us both. One knee was between Oliver’s legs, one was between mine.
With a salacious smile, he leaned down and reached for our pants with both hands.
I craned my neck to watch what he was doing.
My chest was heaving with want; my body was on fire under his touch. I longed for one of his fingers to graze my lower belly; for him to accidentally touch me instead of having to put up with this torture…
After some fumbling that seemed to take an eternity, my button was undone and my pants were unzipped.
Side by side and in tandem, me and Oliver shuffled off our pants.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Before long, we were all in nothing but our boxer-briefs.
Oliver was in some fancy purple and pink, skin-tight pair that contrasted beautifully with his skin. The look of them on his perfect, muscular form made my mouth water.
Internally, I gave kudos to him for being prepared for sex at any time.
Crim was in a pair of simple black boxer-briefs, and they looked like they were on a muscular mannequin as they hugged his jacked body.
Luckily I was wearing a pair of my bright blue ones — I couldn’t remember what brand they were. But they were one of the pairs that I owned that made me feel sexy.
Still, being next to these… these gods made me feel a sliver of inadequate.
All of those feelings were driven away as soon as they went to town on me. Oliver kissed me on the mouth as Crim nibbled on my inner thigh.
I moaned, overwhelmed with sensation.
It was like all of my nerves were on fire as I felt both of their lips on my body; cherishing me.
Oliver’s full lips were on my mouth, kissing me sensually. Crim’s nibbles worked their way up to my crotch, each kiss leaving electric sensations sparkle through me.
“Oh… oh my god…” I moaned, running my fingers through Crim’s hair.
Oliver moved down to my neck, alternating kissing and breathing cool air on it. The sensation sent shivers down my spine.
Finally, I felt Crim lift the edge of my underwear.
“Wow…” he whispered. “Hey Oliver, check out what our boy Charlie here’s been packing…”
Oliver retreated from my neck and joined Crim at my crotch. His green eyes went round.
“That… that’s impressive,” Oliver agreed breathlessly.
My ego swelled as my cock pulsed.
“I can’t resist anymore — I need it in my mouth,” Crim said, pulling my waistband down.
My hard cock bounced out, and he wrapped his hand around it right away. I loved the way his black fingernails looked as he fisted my shaft.
“Lube,” Crim ordered, reading my mind.
Oliver rose up, all of the muscles in his chest flexing, and leaned over to rummage through a bedside drawer. He pulled out a pack of condoms and a clear bottle of lube.
Crim held his open palm out and Oliver squirted a dollop in it.
Purple eyes glittering, Crim wrapped his hand around my shaft again and started pumping it slowly.
“Oh… oh, that feels so fucking good…” I moaned,
