More, Sloan Parker [guided reading books TXT] 📗

his sides, not a muscle moving on his large body.

It was another Saturday night, and we'd spent it eating pizza and enjoying Matthew's new video game. After he'd beaten us for the third game in a row, I distracted him with kisses. For a man who never kissed much, I was addicted to it.

Richard joined us in no time. We removed clothes, ran hands over skin, and crashed our bodies together. The floor of Matthew's room was looking good to me when Richard suggested we move to the basement and asked us what he always did.

I wanted them to tie me to the bench and bend me over for a hard fuck. Then Matthew asked if he could top Richard, turning the larger man into a silent statue.

Matthew tapped at a leg of the bench with his foot. His shoulders fell. Regret worked its way down his body through every muscle. How could he think Richard didn't want him? One look at Richard's face said it all.

I pressed against Matthew's back and whispered in his ear. “I think you made him speechless, but I think that's a yes.”

“God, yes,” Richard said. “I guess... I thought maybe you'd changed your mind. You haven't mentioned it since the club. I didn't want to push you.”

“I want to,” Matthew said, the words almost a shout.

Richard reached out, and Matthew went to him. They held tight as they stared at each other. Richard ran a thumb over the other man's cheek. “Let's get Luke tied up first, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“You go get him ready. I'll get the rope.”

I sat on the bench, and Matthew came to me. He straddled my hips. His balls met my skin as he lowered himself onto me. He sucked on my neck, licking, grinding, moving, teasing, until Richard brought two sections of rope to him.

He stood and took the ropes. He worked them around my wrists and through the handholds while Richard stood at the far end of the bench, his eyes on me.

I'd let him watch all night if it's what he needed from me. I ached to fulfill their every sexual wish— be for them what they were to me. Even if it meant Richard wouldn't be touching me.

Matthew finished securing my arms. I could barely feel the rope around my wrists. “Tighter.”

He reached for the rope again.

“No, Matthew,” Richard said. “The ropes are fine. Leave them.” His head jerked from side to side. “Luke, stop asking us to hurt you.”

“No. I don't want to hurt. Want to feel it.”

He knelt beside me. “You'll feel it. You'll feel my mouth on your body, on your cock. You'll feel me inside you. And after you've come, you'll feel me on top of you as Matthew fucks me.”

“Uh-huh. Please.”

Matthew knelt at my other side. “You're gonna feel both our mouths on you.” He kissed me, gave me so much to feel.

Richard rolled a condom on me. When it came to sucking, with no other distractions, he could give as good as Matthew. He switched between quick lunges and slow sucks on the crown of my dick. Matthew kissed me, tugged my nipples, and sucked on skin everywhere.

As promised, I felt it all. They were everywhere. All over me.

When I shot into the condom, the desire for Richard to swallow me down his throat, to lick me clean, to taste every last drop instead of throwing it in the trash overcame me.

Before I regained my composure, Richard stood and rolled me over. The ropes crossed above my head. He slicked me with his fingers and replaced them with his cock after only the time it took him to get the condom on. Relaxed, my body didn't fight him. He sank into me, and I felt him deep. The ropes tightened as I shoved back. He was giving me the fuck I wanted— the fuck I'd asked for. And it didn't seem to end.

Hard again, I groaned and lowered my head to rest on my arms. My tired body ached in the best way.

My second orgasm built, and my stomach muscles tightened. When my ass clenched around Richard's cock as I shot, he came with a loud cry.

He straightened before his body had stilled, and he flipped me over onto my back. He stood between my legs and stripped the condom from his prick, keeping his cock interested with a slow stroke. I'd never seen him stay hard before. Matthew was on the floor beside me, his own need apparent in his uneven breaths.

Richard's raspy voice sounded loud in the small room. “You two drive me crazy with your need, your begging, your openness. I've never known anyone who can give so much, take so much, from a single moment.” He stroked himself faster. “I can't get enough of you. Can't stand to think about you leaving.”

Matthew gasped.

“C'mere, kid. I want you inside me.”

Matthew straddled my body and kissed Richard. His ass was on display before me, and I wanted a taste. I lifted my head and tugged at the restraints, but I couldn't get close enough. “Fuck.”

Matthew swung around and knelt beside me again. “Please, Luke, can I untie you? You can touch Richard while I... ”

“Yeah. I'll touch him while you fuck him.”

Matthew ran his hands up each arm and untied me.

True to my word, I touched, stroked, caressed, and kissed Richard while Matthew enjoyed his ass for the first time. Breathless cries escaped both men as they savored each other in a new way. I loved them moving over my body. And even though I didn't come, it connected me to them in a way fucking them didn't.

Matthew screamed Richard's name over and over. His hips slammed one last time.

Richard groaned and clung to me as he came. “Thank you. God, thank you, Matthew. Loved having you inside me.”

Matthew fell onto Richard. “Uh-huh.”

“I think you wore him out,” I said. “Keep it up and he might not want to stay.”

Richard's body tensed over mine.

“No.” Matthew's hands patted my arm then