Unexpected (The Protectors 10)

We’d ended up in each other’s arms every night for the past four nights in a row. Most nights Nash and I were already making out by the time Gage could sneak out after putting his daughter to bed. But we always waited for him. As soon as he arrived, we were on each other like it’d been years, instead of mere hours, since we’d last touched. The sex was always evolving, but always explosive too. I’d expected the dynamic of me being the bottom and the two bigger men being the tops in the relationship to just be the natural order of things, but I’d been happily mistaken. Yeah, Gage and Nash had both taken turns fucking me again the second night, but the third night Gage had surprised us both with a request. He’d wanted to blow me while Nash fucked him from behind.

It had been incredibly erotic to have such a big, powerful man at my mercy. He’d begged me to fuck his mouth as Nash had pounded him from behind. And when I’d come in his mouth, he’d swallowed every drop of my essence, then collapsed on top of me as Nash had brutally ridden him. Gage had come all over me without even needing anyone to touch his dick, then Nash had followed.

By the fourth night, I’d been practically bouncing off the walls with the anticipation of Gage’s arrival. As soon as he’d walked into the house and locked the door behind him, he’d grabbed me and Nash and dragged us to the kitchen. I’d ended up flat on my back on the kitchen table as Gage had fucked me. He’d practically ordered me not to come, promising he’d make it worth my while. Then he’d come inside me and let Nash take his turn. Neither man had touched my dick, despite my repeated pleas for them to do so, and they’d been careful not to nail my gland, since that was a sure way to send me over the edge.

By the time Nash had finished fucking me, I’d felt like a limp noodle. Well, most of me had felt that way. My dick had felt like someone had shoved an iron spike through it. I’d been so exhausted that I hadn’t even been aware of what was happening until Gage had climbed onto the table and settled his body over my lower half. It wasn’t until a condom had been rolled onto my painfully hard dick that I’d realized what was happening. I’d barely gotten my warning to Gage out that I’d never actually fucked a man when he’d lowered himself onto my dick. Despite me being the one to fuck him, he’d been in control of everything.

He’d closed his hands over my wrists and held me down as he’d ridden me. Nash hadn’t been an idle participant. No, he’d… God, he’d taken things to a whole new level. In the midst of Gage riding my dick in such a way that he kept me hovering on the edge of my orgasm, Nash had raised my legs up, exposing my hole. Before I’d been able to protest, which I wouldn’t have anyway, I’d had a finger thrust deep inside of me, then another. The men had somehow worked in tandem, with Gage setting the pace. He’d been so fucking tight, I’d thought I was going to die right then and there from the pleasure of it. But to get filled at the same time, then to have my gland massaged as Gage had begun slamming his hips down on my cock… I’d been a goner. But even though I’d been finished, my men hadn’t been. While still holding me down, Gage had started kissing me and rubbing his hard dick against my abdomen. He’d lifted enough to let my cock slide out of him. Nash had removed my condom, then tucked my dick between my and Gage’s bodies so Gage could rub his stiff dick against my spent one. I’d fully expected him to just get himself off that way, but I’d forgotten about Nash.

When the table had shifted and creaked beneath me, I’d finally understood what was happening. Gage’s grunt of satisfaction a moment later had been proof I’d been right. Nash had fucked Gage hard and fast while maneuvering his hand between my and Gage’s bodies to jerk us both off. My body had been too sated to even consider coming again, but I’d counted that as a plus, because I’d gotten to watch and hear everything else.

When both men had finished and collapsed on top of me, Gage had made a comment about being glad he’d gone with a stronger wood when he’d made the table. All three of us had burst out laughing and then we’d dragged ourselves to the shower.