“I love you, Cole,” Jonas breathed against my lips. His fingers fisted in my hair as he ate at my lips and when my hands slid to his ass, he began rubbing against me, his erection brushing mine. When we separated again, his skin was flushed and his hands trembled as he cupped my face.
“Promise me you won’t leave him,” Jonas whispered. “You’re strong enough to bring him back from wherever he has to go inside of himself to do this.”
Jonas didn’t wait for my answer. Maybe because he knew it was a promise I wasn’t sure I could make. His fingers skirted over my sides before he lifted my shirt and dragged it over my head. He put just enough space between our bodies so he could pull his own shirt off and then he wrapped himself around me again. “Can I make love to you, Cole?”
My heart stuttered to a stop at the words. I’d been mentally preparing myself for this moment but I hadn’t expected Jonas to take the initiative. And although I was terrified of the unknown, I still wanted it. I wanted that moment where I gave myself over to someone else’s keeping. Where all I had to do was feel.
I hadn’t even realized I hadn’t responded in any way until Jonas suddenly stammered, “I’m sorry, maybe Mace should, since I’ve never-”
I silenced him with a kiss. “I want it to be you. I want us to have these firsts together.”
Jonas was panting hard and I could already feel his soft skin slickening with sweat. I loved knowing how badly he wanted me. Our kisses quickly turned frantic and I could feel Jonas’s fingers tugging desperately at the button on my jeans but before he could finish the task, we both heard the door open.
Jonas stilled as his eyes connected with Mace’s and I felt all the tension return to his body. Mace wasn’t faring any better because his eyes skimmed us with longing and then he was turning around.
“Mace,” Jonas whispered.
Mace stopped but it took him a long time to turn around. When he finally did, he looked like he was preparing to hear the worst. But Jonas didn’t say anything at all. And he didn’t move off my lap. What he did next had my love for him flaring up in my chest.
He held out his hand to Mace.
And poor Mace just stared at Jonas’s extended arm like he didn’t know what it was. Then his face fell and I could see the relief there. Once he reached the bed, he took Jonas’s hand in his and then leaned down to kiss him. It was soft and sweet and full of apology and while I knew it did nothing to solve the underlying issues between the two men, it was a truce of sorts. Mace cupped his hand around the back of my neck and kissed me in much the same way.
There were no words after that. Everything that was said was done with a look or a touch.
While Mace worked his shirt off, Jonas shifted his attention back to my pants. I tried to control my raging desire by forcing deep breaths into my lungs but then Mace was shifting me so that he was able to push my upper body flat on the bed. He unfolded his long body so that it was lying next to mine and he began teasing my lips with shallow kisses while Jonas scooted farther down my legs to pull my now open pants down. His hands coasted up my thighs at the same time that Mace began teasing my nipples with his calloused fingers. And then I felt Jonas’s hand slide over my hardness with only the fabric of my underwear separating us. He gave me a few experimental strokes and then his fingers grabbed the waistband of my briefs and tugged them down and tossed them to the floor.
Mace’s mouth had started exploring my jawline but I felt him still against me and I knew we were both focused on Jonas as he stared at my flushed, leaking cock. He looked so torn that I wanted to open my mouth to tell him that he didn’t need to do this but Mace’s fingers subtly pressed into my side. Whatever internal struggle Jonas was dealing with went on for several long moments. I wanted to curse my own dick for the way it twitched under Jonas’s perusal. Jonas suddenly lifted his eyes up to mine and held there for a moment before he lowered his upper body and placed his nose against my groin and inhaled deeply. And when his fingers closed gently around the base of my dick and his tongue flitted over the crown, I nearly wept at the relief that flooded through me. After that, they showed me no mercy. Mace sucked my tongue into his mouth repeatedly as his hands roamed over every part of me he could reach. At one point, he took over stroking my dick with his hand when Jonas began licking my balls before sucking them into his mouth.