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“Yes.” I untie my robe, letting it pool on the floor, my nipples pearling, my flesh blooming.
A jolt of jealousy strikes Jace’s eyes. I see it. But his breath deepens; he wants this for us more.
“Come here, Smokeshow.” He stands, reaching his hand out for mine.
I take it and his yearning kiss. “I’ll never hurt you.” He steams over our lips. “So tell me what you want to try.”
His offer is erotic, his safety seductive. I fist Jace’s hard cock, making his lips part as I rasp, “Show me what you do with Nash. I want to watch you.”
He pulls back to make room for Nash, who rises from his bench, leaving his towel behind. Nash is raging hard, standing beside Jace.
Good god, I sway with desire.
Hunger ignites my veins.
They’re both fit men. They have to be in their line of work. They’re almost the same size, but Jace has an inch on Nash here and there, but I have to admit Nash’s body is a work of masculine art. His threatening ink. His sculpted muscles. His impressive cock.
Jace clocks my focus, how it’s blurred with lust, my questions swirling at two nude men, standing with their engorged erections almost touching. It only arouses me more when Jace answers my heated stare.
“I’ve never been attracted to a man’s cock until I accidentally rubbed mine over his during Vale’s initiation,” he reveals, stepping closer to Nash. “We started to do this, and it felt so fucking good.”
They get closer, their hulking thighs touching, their foreheads nestled, side by side as, hands-free, Jace starts stroking the swollen tip of his cock over Nash’s. Then he grinds it, up and down, over Nash’s rigid shaft.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Nash grunts, his body shuddering.
“We don’t kiss.” I’m enraptured, saliva pooling in my mouth as Jace tells me, shows me. “It’s just this, rubbing our hard dicks together. Vale calls it frotting, but I call it a release. Something I didn’t know I needed until I wanted you so fucking bad, this brought me comfort somehow.”
I don’t need an explanation.
I can sense it, see it, swim in it, and feel its warmth. How this is so intimate, it gave Jace comfort when I couldn’t. How it gave him a real connection when I wasn’t available. How he did itwith a man, because somehow it kept him faithful to me. Yes, he has his bonds with the kings and queens, but his love is for me.
I hate that Jace suffered for so long, feeling so lonely without me. I felt the same. If I hadn’t been so silenced by shame, we could’ve shared so much already.
But now, he sees me, gazing down at how hard my nipples are, enjoying this. It makes Jace lick his lips, his hand reaching to fist Nash’s cock. Lifting their shafts to rise between their bodies, Jace starts rubbing the underside of his swollen dick over Nash’s.
“Fuck, man.” Nash grunts, watching it. “Goddamn, that feels good.”
Nash starts thrusting his dick against Jace’s, making Jace pant, telling me, “You see, Smokeshow, we can get off on this. It’s not tight and wet and perfect like your pussy, but dick-to-dick feels pretty fucking good too.”
Vale joins us. Dropping her towel and turban, she stands naked on the other side of Nash, riveted by the carnal sight. “God, it’s beautiful.” She sighs.
“You like this, baby?” But Jace is focused on me, on how I’m seduced, my pussy soaked, my eyes wide and relishing two huge dicks rutting against each other. “You like watching us rub our hard cocks together for you?”
“Yes.” I breathe, tugging my nipples for him. Fuck, this is getting me off so fast.
“Taste us.” Jace urges. “Bend down and taste our dicks together.”
I glance at Vale again, making sure. Licking her lips, she nods. She approves.
Nash leans back, creating enough space for me to bend over. My face descends between their hot bodies. My mouth waters. My lips lower to where their cocks jut up to their belly buttons, their wide crowns glistening, side by side.
Oh my god, this is hot.
Jace fists their shafts together for me, making Nash groan. But even with Jace’s big hand, he’s barely able to wrap it around both of their dicks.
There’s no way I can fit both crowns in my mouth. But I make Jace moan in ecstasy as I lick my tongue over his fat, salty tip, dragging drops of his precum and laving them over Nash’s dripping slit.
“Oh fuck, yes, baby.” Jace fists my hair in a messy bun, palming my skull between their flexing bodies with his free hand. “That’s it. Good girl. Lick our dicks while we rub them together for you.”
