Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
This is all my dreams come true, something that’s separate from my job, my family, my real life … and I want to keep it going.
I want it to last forever.
Kit picks up the pace, and I’m able to take it easier.
Prescott starts moving too, both of them inside me at once.
It’s heaven.
It’s earth-shattering.
My cock has recovered from the initial sting in my ass, and the pain has given way to something so much bigger than pleasure.
Need, lust … love.
“I’m not going to be able to hold out,” Prescott warns. “It’s been way too long, and this is way too good.”
“It’s okay,” I say. I’ve gotten what I wanted. This isn’t about an orgasm for me but being owned by them.
Prescott’s hips buck once. Twice.
And then I watch as his face contorts while he rides the orgasm wave. Kit behind me doesn’t slow down. If anything, he speeds up.
Prescott stays inside me, even as his body slowly melts into the mattress, and his cock begins to soften. Kit keeps going, even easier now, and if he keeps this up, I could totally come like this. Eventually.
Kit can’t hold out though. I can hear it in his breaths and in the tiny groans he’s trying to keep in.
He’s close, and when I say, “Kit, please give it to me,” it’s all over.
He pushes in even deeper, which I didn’t even know was possible at this point, and when he finally stops and tries to pull out, I reach behind me.
“Not yet,” I beg.
Kit leans over and kisses his way down my spine. “We’re not going anywhere, Brady.”
I close my eyes and let the words wash over me. When they hit my heart and make it go flutter, I let him go.
He pulls out of me carefully, and Prescott’s cock slips out of me at the same time.
“Roll over,” Kit says.
“Can’t. I live here now.”
Prescott shifts under me, so I don’t have a choice.
I land on my side, facing Prescott. He has his head turned toward me, his deep brown eyes shining with something I would equate to pride or gratitude.
“Now to get you off,” he says.
“It’s okay. I got what I needed.” More than what I needed.
“But we didn’t get what we need,” Kit says.
“You didn’t?”
Prescott shakes his head. “We want you to be happy and satisfied.”
“You two make me happy by being in the same room as me.”
“Happy is covered,” Prescott murmurs. “Let’s get satisfied done too.”
Kit runs his hand up the back of my leg. “How sore are you?”
I clench and, “Ouch.”
“Let me know if it’s too much, but I’m only going to use one finger, and I won’t be moving it a whole lot.”
“What are you—” I’m cut off by Kit’s finger entering me and immediately finding my prostate. And he’s right. He doesn’t move it a whole lot, only puts pressure on it and then eases off. A little more pressure before he takes it away. “It’s official. This is how I’ll die.” Because after being so full, to go to a single finger that’s only focused on one little spot is nothing like I’ve ever experienced before.
Prescott joins in by wrapping his fingers around my dick. “We’re going to do this until you unleash. Until you let go and give us what we want.”
“You going to come for us?” Kit asks.
“Keep going.” I alternate my focus between Prescott’s hand working over my cock and Kit’s finger pulsing inside me until they kind of blend and send warmth all over my skin.
My balls tingle. My gut burns.
And then Kit leans over me and whispers in my ear, “I can’t wait to fuck you like that again.”
That’s it. That’s what makes my body give in.
My orgasm starts as a trickle before hitting hard and long. It’s hard to describe. It’s nothing and everything all at once. It drains my energy, but I’m eager for more at the same time.
I don’t know what’s up, what’s down, or where I am. All I know is I’m with who I’m supposed to be with.
Kit and Prescott.
From being my college flings to becoming my vacation hookups. I really hope this can lead to something more. Something bigger.
I want them as life partners in every sense.
Now to find a way to make it happen.
Time is blurry when there’s no work, no school, nothing. It’s an absolute bitch to realize weeks have gone by and that our time is running out together. At least, physically together. We’re all in this relationship. We’re committed. But I’m not sure what being committed will look like once I’m back in New York. Once Prescott is recovered and in California or deployed overseas.
I’ve been trying not to think about it. While Kit has been going to work each day, I’ve gone with Prescott to rehab.
Walking into the gymnasium there takes me back to my college days when I’d work out with my brother and the football team.