Gage kissed me, then it was Nash’s turn.
“Everett,” Nash said softly, his lips whispering over mine. “I want to watch Gage fuck you. I want to see his face when he comes deep inside that tight ass of yours. I want to know that he was there, readying you for me. Making you ours.” He kissed me again. “You good with that?”
“In case you can’t see me drooling,” I managed to get out, “I’m definitely good with that.”
Both men laughed. I hadn’t expected the levity that so easily melded with the intensity of the encounter. Sex with Pierce had always had this rushed, desperate feel to it.
Because that was exactly what it’d been.
But with Gage and Nash, it was like we had all night and many more to come, though in my heart, I knew we didn’t. But I refused to go there. I would enjoy every second I had with these men and I’d deal with the fallout later.
Gage climbed to his feet and then pulled me to mine. As he stripped his shirt off, I tried not to get too distracted by his amazing chest. He had more chest hair than Nash, but he was just as ripped as the younger man. He was bulkier than Nash, but there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him.
It was all pure muscle.
And in just moments, he’d be using his perfect body to take control of mine.
As Gage began working on his jeans, I leaned in and sealed my mouth over one of his nipples. He growled low in his throat, then one of his hands was covering the back of my head to hold me to him. He somehow managed to get his pants open with one hand. I automatically reached down to touch him.
And nearly swallowed my tongue at how big he was.
Bigger than Nash.
Bigger than Pierce.
Oh God, what the hell was I in for?
“It’ll be like you were made for me,” Gage whispered in my ear. “Trust me.”
A shiver ran through my body. I nodded and closed my hand around him and began stroking. At some point, Nash had stood up. He moved behind me and I stilled my hand when I felt Nash’s dick slide between my crease. He began bumping his hips against mine. My own body began to react to the contact. It wasn’t until I heard foil tearing that I came back to myself. Gage handed me a condom, which I proceeded to roll down his length. More foil tearing had me looking up.
Lube.
A small amount went in the palm of Gage’s hand, the rest of the packet was handed to Nash. I barely managed to get the condom on before I felt Nash’s finger replace his cock. I was shaking so badly by the time Nash began working his thick finger into me that Gage had to steady me.
“Okay?” he asked me, a hint of concern in his voice.
“More than,” I admitted.
My own cock was starting to swell as my body reacted to Nash’s first finger, then his second. The pain and burn were both wonderfully familiar and frightening at the same time. But all of that was momentarily forgotten when Nash hit that spot inside of me that never failed to make me crazy with need.
“Not too much,” I managed to say. “I don’t want to come yet.” Since I doubted I could manage three orgasms in the space of an hour, I wanted to make sure both of my men had taken their pleasure first. And I absolutely wanted a thick cock buried deep inside of me when I did come again.
Nash eased his fingers from my body.
Gage took me by the arm and led me around the couch to the side. I wasn’t sure what he was planning until he stopped by the armrest and then kissed me. I could feel Nash at my back, but I knew he had to have been kneeling on the couch, since Gage had me pressed flush against the armrest.
Then Gage turned me around.
And bent me over the armrest.
God, he was going to fuck me from behind.
While I was facing Nash.
It was just what Nash had wanted. He’d get to watch Gage as he came. But he’d also get to see all of my reactions too.
Nash’s fingers tucked up under my chin and he kissed me gently. I could feel Gage’s dick pressing between my cheeks and bumping up against my hole. I went tense and held my breath, to which Nash immediately said, “Breathe out, baby.”
I did as he said and pushed back against Gage as he began to enter me.
It hurt.
There was no denying it.
But right behind the pain came the burn and I knew what would eventually come after that. I reminded myself to breathe as Gage took his time working himself into me. His big hands stroked up and down my back and ass as he inched forward a little bit at a time, then pulled back just a bit before rocking forward once more. Nash’s fingers were buried in my hair and his other hand was skimming all over my chest.