My fingers move in a rhythm I like, and I find myself starting to build towards an orgasm already. But I don’t want to make myself come, I want in on the fun. It’s like Gil seems to have some kind of sixth sense for it, or maybe it’s a sexth sense, because he looks at me, takes a step back from Dean and beckons him to the bed.
“Fuck her,” Gil orders, his voice lower than normal, and I’m loving it. “She can come as much as she wants to, I need you to not come yourself. Can you do that?”
If I was going solely based on looks, I’d think that Dean was angry at Gil, seeing as a grunt and a frown are his only response.
He crawls on the bed though, and moves his hard, warm body over mine. I want him to press it against me, feel his weight on me, craving his touch. But he just hovers over me as he kisses my jaw, my collarbone and finally my nipple. As he lines himself up with me, I notice I’m panting like a maniac. Fucking hell, that’s even before he’s doing anything to me.
My back arches when he sticks his crown in me and slowly pushes himself inside me. Gil has grabbed the lube in the meantime, drizzling it over his fingers, and I shiver in anticipation of what I know is going to happen. The idea of that and the way Dean’s slowly pumping into me is almost enough to ignite me.
Gil crawls on the bed, sitting on his knees besides Dean. He grabs the chef’s knot and pulls his head back, forcing him to look at him.
“You sure?”
Another grunt of consent leaves Dean’s mouth, but apparently it’s all Gil needs. I feel Dean’s weight increasing as Gil pushes him down. My own legs get spread wider when Gil makes Dean spread his own knees.
Dean’s body stills, and I can sense it’s the moment that Gil starts playing with him. I can’t see what happens, but I can feel Dean’s breath hitching. When he starts rolling his hips and hits a certain spot inside me, I can’t fight the feeling any longer and a climax with the force of a hammer coming down on an anvil hits me.
“Fuck, you look so good when you come, babe. It makes holding back and not going to town on you so hard,” Dean says, a rough edge to his voice. His eyes are somewhere on the border of losing it as he squeezes every last bit of my orgasm out of me. He doesn’t hold still, he just fucks me through it.
“Keep breathing,” Gil says. And I think he says it to Dean? Because I’m breathing. Very loudly I might add.
Dean stills for a bit, only to release a long moan after a few seconds. He starts pumping into me again, pushing back on whatever Gil is doing. I know he’s prepping him, just like he did to me when the four of us went to Dominium. I also remember how good it felt.
We keep a slow pace going for a while as Dean presses kisses to my body, driving me crazy. He’s panting like crazy, and I’m sure it can’t be from the lazy fucking we’ve got going. It has more to do with how Gil is working him. I wonder if it’s purely physical, or if some part of the pleasure is also mentally. Doing something new, something that’s maybe not as widely accepted as it should be.
We keep up what we’re doing for some time as I’m starting to feel really relaxed. Every part of my body is on board and it’s exhilarating.
Soft moans come out of Dean, and I can feel he starts pushing back harder and harder, getting more frantic. That is the moment Gil comes into action.
“Hold tight,” Gil growls, “and keep breathing.”
The weight on me doubles, and Dean holds perfectly still as Gil gets in position behind him. I’d give anything just to be able to see what’s going on right there, but at the same time, being part of it is exhilarating too. Dean squeezes his eyes closed, a grimace on his face. It’s making me nervous. What if he doesn’t like it? How will this end then?
His face relaxes after a while, his mouth falling open. When I feel Dean slowly starting to rock inside me, I understand that it’s Gil’s motions that make us do this.
“You okay there, Morgs?” Gil grunts.
“Fuck yeah.”
“You okay with this turning rough in about a minute?”
“God…” is all I manage to say. Dean starts to move again himself, grunting like it’s the only thing he can do. Somehow the extra weight on me feels so good.
Dean really getting into action again brings me to new heights. Yeah, I’ve had a threesome before now, a foursome even, but this is completely different. It’s a fucking turn-on to see that Dean’s the one exploring his boundaries now, and the fact that these men are both enough at ease with each other and their sexuality to even give it a try makes this unconventional relationship we have going that much more better.
We keep a steady pace going, until Dean seems completely relaxed. His eyes are shut, like if he’s in his own world right now. My eyes lock with Gil as he wordlessly asks me a question by cocking his head. I nod my head, yes, I’m okay, yes, I can handle more, yes, do your thing.
“Hold tight,” he says as he changes his position, climbing more on top of Dean, hitting him at a different angle. Sounds come from Dean that I haven’t ever heard before. His mouth falls open, his eyes rolled back in his head in what I think is bliss.
“Fuuuuuck…” he says in a long exhale. Then he starts thrusting into me and pushing back like he’s on a mission to save the world. “What the hell is that?”
I don’t have any answers for him, but what they’re doing to me is good. Really good.
“That’s this magic little spot, hidden away somewhere safely, called the prostate,” Gil answers evenly, although I can see a gleam of sweat starting to form on his forehead.
“God dammit, if I wasn’t so attracted to girls I’d switch sides for this,” Dean hisses. His whole body is hot, and sweating and trembling. I don’t know if I should feel offended by this, but I’m way too far up the stairway to heaven to climb back down again.
“Be a good boy and I’ll teach Morgs how to find it herself,” Gil pants.