Page 429 of Seasons of Love
Mal held his hands out to Jake, who took them without question, letting me guide his length into Mal’s hole.
I wasn’t a spectator for long because as soon as he was as far as he could be inside Mal, Jake released one hand and wrapped it around the back of my neck to pull me in for a kiss.
The move forced me to half fall on Mal’s chest so I was between them, which Mal didn’t seem to mind, from the way he held on to me.
Every sound and every move was amplified. Mal’s jerky moans, Jake’s heavy breathing, the way their bodies moved with each other.
I had my eyes closed, but I didn’t need to open them to know how beautiful they were together. I could feel it.
“I need you inside me, Griff. Please.”
I opened them to stare straight at Jake’s desperate gaze. He needed this, and I knew there was nothing that would ever stop me from giving him anything.
They paused long enough to allow me to suit up and prep Jake. Thank fuck I wasn’t as thick as Mal because I couldn’t wait to be inside Jake.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” I asked, running my hand down his back.
“Yes,” he pleaded.
I had to take more than one deep breath and think of all the unsexy things I could think of—my grandmother’s roast chicken or laundry—because watching as my cock disappeared into Jake’s tight hole was almost too much.
He moved forward so he was lying on Mal, and as soon as I was all the way in, I saw Jake rest his head on Mal’s chest.
Every thrust into Jake felt like I was inside Mal too. It was everything I’d ever hoped being with two men at the same time would be and more.
We stared into each other’s eyes. I was desperate to say the words I’d said so many times during our lovemaking, but I couldn’t say them aloud now because I knew they didn’t apply just to Mal.
The consequences of crossing yet another barrier in such a short time could be devastating, so I put my focus and energy into giving my two men the pleasure they deserved.
“Fuck, Griff, you feel so good,” Jake moaned. “I’m so close.”
I helped Jake to a straight position against my chest and turned his face for a kiss that was meant to claim, but it felt that it was more of me losing myself to him.
With each pass of his tongue over mine, I tasted his moans, so I increased my pace. We were all so close that, with one move, I sealed our fate.
I wrapped my hand around Mal’s cock, not that he needed that much to trigger his orgasm.
“Fuuuck!” he cried as he spilled into my hand. I never stopped moving in and out of Jake.
“Let go, sweetheart,” I said into Jake’s mouth. “We’ll be here to catch you.”
He groaned, and screamed, “Mal!”
I couldn’t tell if Mal did anything or just held Jake because as soon as Jake’s orgasm started, I couldn’t stop mine. My body took over as I rutted into him until I had nothing left.
Jake was breathing heavily under me. How soon would I need to move? Because every muscle in my body had gone on holiday and left me in a jellified form.
Someone ran a hand through my hair. It was probably Mal.
Shit, we’re crushing him.
I placed a kiss on Jake’s back as I slowly pulled away from him and removed my condom. I only needed to find enough energy to grab a towel to clean Mal and dispose of the condoms.
When I returned to the bedroom, Jake was snuggled up against one side of Mal, and they were kissing lazily. When I joined them, I kissed him over Mal and then kissed Mal before I settled next to them.
My eyes were suddenly too heavy.
“I know we’re supposed to have dinner, but I think I’m dead, and dead people don’t eat.”
