More, Sloan Parker [guided reading books TXT] 📗

living. You're a strong man, Matthew Stewart. What if I can't be that strong?”

Richard rubbed a hand over my back. “You're here. You're staying with us. You're living. Try and let yourself enjoy it.”

“I was enjoying it— you, us, everything— until he called here. I always thought by living by my own rules I wasn't letting him control my life. But until I met you, he controlled everything.” I stood. “Well, it's going to stop. I want us to move in here. Right now.”

They smiled up at me.

I tugged on an arm of each man. “Let's go enjoy our life.”

Richard made a few calls and reserved a small moving truck for the next day. He and I skipped out on work, and the three of us spent the day filling the truck, first with the contents of Matthew's old room at his mom's, and then the rest of my stuff from Walter's. We were fierce in our determination to pack, move, and unpack every single item from our separate lives and bring them together. Richard even insisted we rearrange the living room entertainment center so Matthew could set up his Xbox where he'd be able play it more.

As we went about the move, I could not stop touching them. Every time one of them walked by me with a box in hand, I groped, tickled, patted, caressed. I'd finally found a peace that allowed me to accept them as I'd never done before.

By the end of the day, we were sweaty, grouchy, exhausted, and utterly pleased. We ended the night in the tub with Richard at one end, me at the other, and Matthew stretched out between us.

Despite the exhaustion settling in my bones, I wanted them, needed them, in any way they'd give me. I lifted a leg and slipped it between Matthew's thighs. The pads of my toes scraped along his flesh. He didn't jerk or startle at my touch. He raised his eyelids and smiled over at me, as at ease with physical contact as ever.

I pondered that as my toes inched toward his balls. His father had been violent with him. The man had taken his penchant for drink and let the numbness and callousness of alcohol give him a reason to beat down his own son. Despite it all, Matthew had managed to grow into a sensual man with a smile on his face and a laugh in his soul. I'd never take him for granted.

The smile on Matthew's face faded, though, as the sincere look of desire and arousal replaced it. He leaned his head back to Richard's shoulder. My foot caressed him, enticed him with a sample of what I wanted for the rest of the short night.

He let out a soft moan.

Richard sighed. “No way, you two. I'm tired.”

My smile widened. Matthew's cock grew fuller with each touch. I had no idea my feet were talented when it came to arousing. He moaned louder and shifted in Richard's arms.

“I'm serious,” Richard said. “The two of you may not have had a lot of shit, but it still took all damn day.”

“Oh, big strong Richard with all those muscles is too tired for sex?” I said.

“For once, I think I might be. And don't give me crap about my muscles. You two didn't carry as much as I did. I still think we could have waited until next weekend and had more time.” He had said the same statement four times during the course of the move. He never meant it. Once I'd made my declaration in the basement the day before, none of us could wait one more day.

“Uh-huh,” Matthew said. He inched forward and snaked a hand behind his back.

With Matthew's touch, Richard's tense brow relaxed. He tipped his head back to rest on the edge of the tub, his hips moving.

Focused on Richard's reactions, I missed Matthew's other movement until his foot fondled my balls. His explorations had me aching in no time.

“All right,” Richard said. “Out of the tub. I want us all touching if we're doing this. And I want to lie down.”

“Uh-huh,” Matthew said. He was already headed for the lust-filled bewilderment that meant we'd have to help him to the bed.

I removed my foot from his crotch and stood. Richard slipped out from behind him, and Matthew whimpered at the loss.

“C'mon, kid.” I helped him to his feet.

He kissed me, devoured me with his hunger. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time. Richard helped us out of the water as Matthew and I kissed. Then Matthew licked along my neck and chest, sucking and nipping his way toward a nipple.

Richard kissed me and rested a hand in Matthew's hair. His kiss was as lethargic and unfocused as Matthew's, but just as delicious. I wrapped my arms around both men and massaged their tired muscles.

Richard tasted down my body. He took my other nipple in his mouth, twisted and flicked it with his lips and tongue, adding to the sensation Matthew gave me on the other side. Then he moved across my chest. Their breath and lips barely touched me as they kissed over and around my skin. The tease was agony.

“Love your touch,” I said. “Harder.”

As if taunting me, Richard picked up Matthew, took two steps, and shoved him against the wall. Matthew groaned and arched into the touch, wrapping his legs around Richard.

“Get over here, Luke,” Richard said. “You started this. Fuck me and the kid into the wall.”

His plea and the scene before me immobilized me. The two men slammed against each other, desperate to satiate their need despite the fatigue in their bodies. I grabbed the lube and slicked my fingers as I knelt behind Richard. He spread his thighs, and I reached my hand between his legs to Matthew's ass. I had Matthew grasping at Richard's shoulders, pushing down, riding my touch, begging for more in a hurry. I stood and slid my hand back to Richard. I enjoyed the