I felt Bryce’s hands at the waist of my pants and lifted up, allowing him to pull them down over my hips. I felt exposed and raw, sitting there with my cock proudly on display for both of them.
“You say the word and we’ll stop,” Eric assured me.
“You too,” I responded, because no matter how greedy I wanted to be, I wouldn’t do something he’d regret tomorrow.
“Eric, switch spots with him,” Bryce directed, and I wondered if he’d done this before. Eric hesitated for a moment before standing so I could move to the edge of the couch. Bryce stopped him from sitting back next to me by pushing him toward the floor. “I want to see you suck him off.”
“God yes,” I moaned. My body was on sensory overload as I watched the two of them, thinking about what they were going to do to me. Then, a thought managed to cross my mind. “Um, guys… I want to know you’re both into this before we do anything else.”
Eric ran his hands over my bare thighs as he looked over his shoulder at Bryce, who was standing directly behind him. He ran his hands over the bulge in Bryce’s tight jeans and looked back at me. “I don’t think that’s a problem at all.”
Bryce rocked into Eric’s touch, his eyes rolling back in his head. “No problem here,” he assured me.
“But what if I need more proof than that?” I teased. God, the air was so thick with sexual tension it was a wonder any of us could breathe, but I felt like being a brat. “You’re both into me, so for all I know, that bulge could just be over seeing me naked.”
“And what proof do you think you need?” Bryce asked. Eric looked up to me, waiting for a response.
“Kiss him.” I’d thought about what they’d look like together, but now I wanted to see it.
And Bryce didn’t disappoint. He reached down and yanked Eric off the ground, pulling him roughly against his body. The two of them ground against one another as Bryce tangled his fists into Eric’s hair, taking complete control of their kiss. Eric’s balance wavered as Bryce shoved his hand down the back of Eric’s flannel lounge pants.
“You going to let me have that ass?” Bryce growled. Eric buried his face into Bryce’s neck and nodded. I’d never thought of Eric as a bottom, but the way he agreed to being fucked without any hesitation made me realize he needed to be fucked just as badly as I did. Maybe it was a good thing that Bryce was around, because while I wouldn’t adamantly refuse to top Eric, it wasn’t really my thing.
Bryce pushed Eric back to the ground as he began unbuttoning his jeans. By the time Bryce had made it around to the edge of the couch and moved the end table, Eric was the only one left with a stitch of clothing on his body. I wanted to see him, but not enough to stop him when he wrapped his lips around the head of my dick and started tracing his tongue around the crown and through my slit. His moan when he realized what Bryce wanted vibrated around my shaft, threatening to have me coming in less than a minute. I used my good hand to press against his shoulder, pleading with him to give me a minute to regain my composure.
He sat back on his heels, content to watch as Bryce guided his cock into my mouth. He was so aroused that his dick was already weeping precome and I couldn’t get enough of the taste on my tongue. I sucked him deeper, struggling to take his wide shaft. He wasn’t overly long, but my God was he thick. If I struggled this way to take him into my mouth, I could only imagine what it’d be like to have him inside of me. Earlier, Bryce had made it all about me, so this was the first time I was seeing and feeling what he managed to hide behind his zipper.
I looked down at Eric and watched as he sucked on his middle finger. My asshole clenched, hoping he was planning to do what I thought he was. I wanted to feel them filling me, possessing me, claiming me as their own. He spread my legs wider before taking me into his mouth once again, this time pressing his finger along my taint. I lifted my ass off the cushion to give him more room, but he seemed content to stay right where he was.
I thought I was going to have to beg him to shove his finger inside of me. I was so wrapped up in figuring out how to do that without having to release Bryce’s dick from my mouth that I screamed out when he did finally breach my entrance. Bryce gave me a moment to enjoy the sensation before leading my mouth back to where he wanted it.
“You like that?” Bryce asked as he rocked deeper into my mouth. He held the back of my head, preventing me from pulling off until I swore he was going to choke me to death. “You like feeling him around your dick and up your ass while you blow me?”
I nodded as much as I could and sucked harder. This time, it was Bryce shouting as he pulled back and thrust into my throat after giving me time to breathe.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous when you let go,” he praised me, running his fingers through my hair. “I can’t wait to see how tight that ass is. Eric, is he as tight as I think he is?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Eric confirmed. “So fucking tight.”
Eric added a second finger and I nearly lost it when he brushed against my prostate. I wouldn’t have thought I could come again after everything Bryce had done to me earlier, but now, I needed that next release more than just about anything.
“Go easy, Eric,” Bryce requested through stilted breaths. It seemed I wasn’t the only one threatening to explode. Rather than give Bryce a break, I reached around and started playing with his balls. The position was uncomfortable, but I didn’t give a shit. All I knew was my fantasy had come to life and I was going to make Bryce scream.
I didn’t get that opportunity, because Bryce pulled out of my mouth and bent over to get something out of his jeans. I knew what it likely was and I began bucking into Eric’s mouth and down onto his fingers furiously, not ready for this to end but unable to stop myself. Bryce tapped my hip as he stood behind Eric, holding up a condom and lube in one hand.
“You want to keep going?” Bryce asked. I nodded and Eric quickly moved out from between my legs. He stripped off his shirt and moved me over on the couch so he could sit next to me. It felt amazing when he turned my body so I was leaning against him for support, but I couldn’t help but feel as though he was being left out of the fun. After all, he was still dressed from the waist down, even though I could tell from here that his dick was about ready to break the teeth on his zipper.
“What about you?” I asked as I tried to position myself so I could return the favor.
“Tonight’s about you,” he told me. “You can make it up to me tomorrow.”
I couldn’t stop the wide grin from splitting my face. I’d hoped that this would happen more than once, but I hadn’t really believed it would come to anything more than tonight.
Cold, wet fingers broke the dopey gaze I’d been holding with Eric and I arched my back at the sensation of Bryce getting me ready to take that cock that seemed bigger around than a one liter bottle of soda. I wasn’t inexperienced, but I still wasn’t confident all of that was going to fit inside of me.
He worked me first with one finger, then two as he worked my hole open. Meanwhile, Eric kissed the side of my head and twisted my nipples, giving me something to concentrate on other than the sight of Bryce sheathing himself.
“God, look at that thing,” Eric whispered. Bryce looked up at us and smiled as he lined himself up against my entrance. “You’re going to be feeling that all weekend.”
“I know,” I said, sounding more than a bit wistful. It was going to hurt, but the pain would be so worth it. “And I can’t fucking wait.”