I gasped. “Oh God. I need this, need you both.”
“We're here for you,” Matthew whispered.
He worked my jeans off my body and kissed me, his tongue strong and constant in its affection. I shuddered, clutched, rocked into the touches. I needed them to show me I was still there with them.
Between Matthew's kisses and Richard's burning mouth, my body lost control fast. I gripped Richard's shoulders and my legs shook. I didn't want to come yet.
He stilled my hips and pulled off my cock. He kissed my balls and stood. “Get on the bed, Luke.”
I didn't want to let go, but I needed more of them. I rolled onto my back and enjoyed the vision before me. Matthew stood on his toes, leaning against Richard's naked, muscular frame. Their mouths were joined in a kiss. It was a sight I'd never tire of seeing.
When they parted, Richard spoke in Matthew's ear. Matthew closed his eyes and whispered back.
Richard took a step away, his legs a little unsteady, adoration shining in his eyes. He turned Matthew around and gave the smaller man a slight shove toward the bed. Matthew laughed and made his way to me.
“What did he tell you?” I asked when he was eye level with me, his body flat atop mine.
“He said... ” Matthew kissed me, the connection electric, intense. “I should love you forever.”
“Oh.” I lowered my gaze.
He put a hand on my chin and lifted my head. “I told him I'll love you both for the rest of my life.”
“Matthew.” I wrapped my arms around him and slid my hands down his back to the tight curve of his ass. His body drew closer. We touched at every point possible. “You saved me,” I said. “You know that? You and Richard. I'd still be lost if you hadn't picked me. When I saw you at the club that first night, the desire was strong. I wanted, needed, to be with you. I still feel that every time I see you.” He bit his bottom lip. I kissed him and swiped my tongue over the teeth marks. “Make love to me?”
“Yes.” His head dipped and he kissed my neck, his tongue laving my skin. “You were the first man at the club who let me top. Four years, and no one asked. I knew then you were special.”
I laid a hand on his cheek. “Kid, you're the one who's special. You and Richard. You let me in even when I tried to run away.”
A low chuckle rang out beside us. “I'm glad you haven't forgotten about me.”
“Like we could ever forget you.” I squeezed the back of Richard's neck and brought his mouth to mine. Full of passion and promise, the kiss solidified how much I could never forget him.
Matthew slid over Richard until he was pressing atop us both. We traded kisses and touches until I pulled away and asked Richard, “What do you want?”
“I want to feel you inside me, and I want Matthew to top us. Let him drive you into me.”
Matthew groaned and pushed his pelvis against us.
Richard leaned his forehead on mine. “I think he likes the idea.”
“It's a good idea,” I said, overcome, the ache in my chest not one of pain or loneliness but a reminder of what they meant to me.
Matthew laughed.
I stared up at him. “I don't think tops giggle.”
Richard shook his head. “No, they don't.”
Matthew laughed again. I bucked up under him. The move rubbed his balls on my thigh. He quieted his laugh and moaned, his head thrown back. Once I stilled under him, his look turned deliberate. “Get the lube, Richard.”
“Such a bossy top.” Richard gave Matthew a kiss and rolled to the nightstand.
“On your knees, Luke,” Matthew said.
“Oh God.” Hearing him take the lead in bed drove me crazy. My body shook as I scrambled onto my knees. He steadied me.
He licked my shoulder and moved lower and lower until his tongue dragged over the top of my crease.
I arched into the contact. “Please, Matthew. More. Need more of you.”
Richard settled beside me.
Matthew's tongue left my body. I whimpered, the sound desperate, on edge.
“On your knees, Richard.”
Richard didn't hesitate. He knelt beside me. “Kid, you're driving me crazy talking like that.”
Matthew moaned. Despite his playful command, he couldn't keep his reactions at bay.
I'd have had it no other way.
He spread my ass open, and he tongued my crease, finally working down and around the most sensitive skin. I cried out as he licked and nipped. He stabbed his tongue into me, and I lost all words. I lowered my head to the bed and rocked backward.
One of his hands left my ass, and I knew where it'd gone as Richard groaned.
I needed Richard's touch. I reached out and grabbed his hand. He met me in a fierce exchange of lips, tongues, and moans. I loved it best when I felt them both.
Matthew thrust his tongue into me one last time. Then slick fingers filled me. His talented digits gave his mouth a run in becoming my favorite way for him to excite me. His fingers, his mouth, his hands, his feet, his dick. Really, any part of him. My desire for them hadn't faded. It had become more personal, more profound, more knowing. We moved together in ways no strangers could have perfected. They pleasured me like no one had ever learned I needed.
“Stop kissing.”
Matthew's authoritative demand sent a shiver through my body that landed in my balls. I was loving the performance. His fingers left me in a quick tug, and he swatted our asses— more of a soft tap than a hard slap.
“Richard, on your back. Luke, straddle his legs.”
God, I was loving it.
We repositioned ourselves to his liking with Matthew guiding us into place.
He kissed each of us and smiled before steadying his
