“Jonas, you said there was someone in Paris,” Mace said softly and I saw his hand rubbing gentle circles over Jonas’s shoulder.
“Um, yeah, Victor. I met him my first year in school. He wasn’t a student. He was a few years older than me. We met in a café and started dating. I was attracted to him but I was having trouble letting him get close to me. We didn’t even kiss until our seventh date. I could tell he was getting frustrated with me so I told him the truth about my past.”
Jonas fell silent again and I could see tears shimmering in his eyes. “What happened?” I asked, knowing he needed to finish his story so he could start finding a way to be free of it.
“He said he understood, that we could take it slow. We were hanging out one night in his apartment just watching TV. He had a lot to drink and started kissing me. It was okay at first but then he wanted more. I told him I wasn’t ready and he got pissed. Started calling me a cock tease. He pinned me down on the couch and began unbuttoning his pants. I begged him to stop but he kept saying I should be good at sucking cock since I was a professional. He was having trouble getting his pants loose so he had to release me and I hit him. I was able to get away…I never saw him again after that.”
I struggled to find the right words and finally settled on just kissing Jonas. “I’m in awe of you, Jonas,” I whispered against his mouth. “Thank you for telling us.”
Jonas nodded. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to be with you like that.”
“Just having you with us is enough,” I said. Jonas glanced over his shoulder and saw Mace nod in agreement.
I could see Jonas’s nervousness increasing as the silence grew between us so I said, “Did you like watching us?”
“You guys are beautiful together,” he said softly, a small smile gracing his lips. I returned his smile and then covered his mouth with mine. He opened to me almost instantly and as I swept my tongue into his mouth, I gently eased him back so that his back was flush with the couch cushions. I let my hand rest on his belly as we kissed but didn’t move it. As soon as I pulled free of the searing kiss, Mace’s mouth took the place of mine and I felt my dick swell at the sight of them consuming each other. Then it was my turn. I welcomed Mace as he took my mouth over and over again. Jonas had a perfect view of us since he was still between us and I could hear his breathing increase as Mace made love to my mouth. Fingers curled over my thigh and since one of Mace’s hands was at the back of my head and the other was supporting his weight as he leaned over Jonas to reach me, I knew the hand belonged to Jonas and a thrill shot through me that he felt comfortable enough to participate.
When Mace released me, I turned my attention back to Jonas and kissed him as I let my fingers rub over the tight muscles of his abdomen. I sensed Mace moving but I didn’t know what he was doing until his body appeared in front of me. His hands settled on my knees and gently shifted my legs open. It wasn’t until he dropped to his own knees that I understood what he was planning and a shot of trepidation went through me. As much as I wanted what was about to happen, the knowledge that it would be a man’s mouth bringing me pleasure was still something I had to adjust to. I didn’t know if Jonas sensed my nervousness or not but he suddenly became the one stealing my mouth in a series of heart stopping kisses and his hand began stroking all over my chest. When Mace pushed my shirt up just a little, Jonas grabbed the hem and pulled it all the way up so that he could get it off me.
His lips were back on mine as Mace worked my pants loose. The feel of Mace’s fingers pulling my cock free of my underwear had me gasping and dropping my head back on the couch. Within a few strokes, he had me rock hard and I wasn’t even sure I’d have to worry about having his mouth on me since I’d probably come long before his lips ever reached me. Jonas’s hands continued to stroke over my skin and I just languished in the differences in how they touched me. But I wasn’t even a little bit surprised to find that Jonas’s inexperienced and tentative touches stirred the same level of lust in me that Mace’s knowing caresses did.