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They immediately froze.

“I didn’t mean to stop in a bad way. I don’t want to come yet. I want to be fucked.”

34

EMERIC

Would being with these two ever get old? I didn’t think so, thanks to the view I had.

Oleander sat on the bed with his cock hard and ready for Sylvan to take into his mouth. Sylvan was on his hands and knees, staring down. And I was behind him, not yet ready to do anything but watch.

“I’m not very good at this,” Sylvan whispered.

Oleander raised Sylvan’s chin with his finger until their eyes met. If I hadn’t seen them both look at me the same way Oleander was gazing at Sylvan, I’d be jealous. At no point did they make me feel like I didn’t belong, like they wanted each other more than me. The thing was, there was a bond between the three of us. No person was better, more loved, or more desired than the others. We took what we cherished in one another and let it fuel our relationship. We were unique and, as such, had different likes and dislikes. It worked for us.

“You could stare at my dick, not touch me, and I’d probably come,” Oleander said. “I’m not kidding when I say no matter what you do to me, I’ll enjoy it. If you’re not comfortable doing it, you don’t have to.”

“I know.” Sylvan peered over his shoulder at me. “How is it I’m more nervous about sucking Ollie than I am about you staring at my ass right now? You have an up close view, and yet I’m not thinking about that.”

“Nor should you,” I said as I lightly trailed my fingers along his right cheek. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, dropping his head.

I grazed my fingers along his hip, over his cheek, toward his hole. There was no lube on them yet, so I wouldn’t try to work him open like this. It was much more fun to make him tremble.

Taking my time, I touched him everywhere I could reach. Gentle grazes over his flawless skin. The backs of his legs, his balls, his ass, his lower back. There wasn’t a single part of this man I didn’t love. When I lifted my gaze, I found Oleander watching me with his lips parted and his cock in his hand. I slowly shook my head. It wasn’t for him to do. Sylvan would decide whether he wanted to get Oleander off or if he wanted Oleander to do it himself. Sylvan was in charge of his orgasm just like I was in charge of Sylvan’s.

Oleander released himself, putting his hands at his sides, balling them into fists. I would too if I were him. It’s hard not to take pleasure when he had the view he did. Just to taunt him, I slid a little to my left so he had a full view of my body where I sat. Gripping myself, I started slowly stroking, not to get off, but to make him want to come even more.

“Asshole,” he mouthed.

A grin took over my lips.

Sylvan started pushing back, needing me to touch him more, so I released myself and found the lube on the bed to slick up my fingers. I entered him slowly, keeping my eyes on Oleander, partly so he wouldn’t touch his cock. I was serious when I told him no, and he knew it. He got relief soon enough when Sylvan took Oleander into his mouth. I nearly stopped what I was doing just to watch. They were a sight to behold.

We stayed like this for a bit. Me stretching Sylvan while he sucked Oleander. Poor Oleander couldn’t keep his eyes open, eventually dropping his head back and closing them. Sylvan could say all he wanted about not being good at this. According to the look on Oleander’s face, Sylvan was doing just fine.

My own cock ached with need by the time I was able to have Sylvan ready for me. I slicked myself and asked if Sylvan was good. The answer I received was a long moan. Getting into position behind him, I slowly slid in, trying to be careful not to hurt him. He tightened, letting me know there was some pain, but he didn’t ask me to stop. I had to trust the men I was with enough that they’d let me know if something I did was too much for them, just as they had to trust me.

Fuck me, Sylvan was so damn tight around my cock. I wanted to revel in this moment, live here, feel this good forever, but my body screamed to keep moving. Once I was as deep as I could go, I started a slow glide in and out while my hands coasted up and down his sides, over his back, reassuring him I had him, no matter what.

A shout drew my head up from where I was watching my cock get engulfed by Sylvan’s ass. Oleander fisted the sheet at his sides and came hard into Sylvan’s mouth.

The sight had me increasing my pace, chasing my orgasm. I wouldn’t come until Sylvan did.

Sylvan released Oleander’s cock, gasping for a breath of air when he did so.

“God, you’re fucking amazing,” Oleander rasped. He was still coming down from his high, his body slowly going lax.

“Em, please,” Sylvan panted.

Reaching around him, I took his cock in my hand, timing my thrusts with my movements.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered, then came. I kept working him through, kept pumping him while I fucked him. My hand was coated with his cum. I couldn’t wait to rub it on my cock and fuck him with it.

When he was fully wrung out, I did just that. Removing my cock from him, I slicked myself up again and thrust back in. It was only a matter of a few rocks of my hips before I came, calling out their names, my body curling over Sylvan’s as I fucked him hard. I rode the best wave of pleasure, my arms wrapped around him as I did so.

We collapsed onto the bed when I slowed, then stopped, my weight on Sylvan. He didn’t make a sound, just let me blanket him until I regained my bearings and rolled to my side, slipping out of him.