Page 77 of The Rest is History

It’s another minute or two before Asher walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist that does nothing to hide his erection. He’s staring at me while he lathers his chest with cream in slow strokes. My mouth waters. He smirks when he catches me dipping my tongue over my bottom lip, and biting down on it. It’s to keep myself from moaning out loud or worse, dropping to my knees and begging him for something, but I get how it looks.

Sawyer steps away from me, reaching back to remove his t-shirt. I stand, rooted to the spot, watching him take the few steps necessary to reach Asher. Asher’s eyes never leave mine.

Sawyer wraps his arms around him from behind. One hand moves languidly up Asher’s chest. The other moves south. Asher keeps the knot of the towel at the dip of his groin in place while Sawyer slips his hand beneath the towel. Asher’s eyes close for a moment, his head tipping back slightly, and I want to suck his neck while his husband strokes his concealed cock.

“Come here, Reece,” Sawyer says. His hooded eyes turn me on several more dials. I move.

“Touch Asher.”

Asher grabs the bottom of my t-shirt and yanks it upward, and then we are torso to torso, and Sawyer is pressed against Asher at the back.

Asher pulls my hips forward. With courage from some unknown place, I grind my cock against the towel, feeling Sawyers hand press back as he fists Asher’s cock.

I move my hand over Asher’s chest, brushing against Sawyer’s hand there. Sawyer takes hold of my hand and moves it downward.

My heart hammers. I can’t breathe. Guided by Sawyer’s hand, I reach down. Asher rips the towel away and my hand makes the first contact with his cock. Help me, God. I’m overcome by my joy. Crushed and turned into nothing because how can I be touching Asher like this?

Sawyer removes his hand for a second, allowing me to take Asher into mine. Then his fingers join mine.

Ah, fuck. Three overly turned-on moans as Asher’s groin presses into mine, his hands moving around my hips to grip my ass.

Sawyer’s fingers weave in and out of mine as we taketurns fisting Asher’s cock.

Asher drops his head, taking my mouth with his. I grind against him as he plunders my mouth, and he yanks the front of my sweats down and releases my cock. Don’t come. I beg my body to just fucking hold on. I hang on by nothing but a thread. Asher’s fingers brush against my dick.

Sawyer groans, leaving the hand he has entangled with mine and joins Asher’s. Fuck. I’m dying and living forever and dying again.

Sawyer’s hand moves between my cock and Asher’s, brushing, stroking, fisting. My hand remains around Asher’s cock as I try to maintain our kiss and my desperate need to keep fisting his glorious dick. His fingers remain enclosed around my cock, and we rock against each other like this.

Sawyer steps away, then drops to his knees on the side of us. I’ll come. I swear to fucking God, I’ll end this before it even begins because I’m not a man of stamina. I grit my teeth, when Sawyer pulls my sweats over my ass and rolls it down. I pull my lips away from Asher to watch him. He looks up at me with reverence, like this is something precious for him, uncovering my nakedness. I rest my hand on his shoulder, breathing harshly, waiting for him.

Asher runs his fingers through Sawyer’s hair, anchoring there. With his eyes still on me and my cock in his hand, Sawyer turns his head slightly toward Asher’s body. Asher takes his cock in his hand and . . .

I groan.

He feeds Sawyer his cock. I watch that hard, thick dick slide between Sawyer’s lips. He pulls it into his mouth, sucking deeply, his eyes never leaving mine. I pant, unsure of how I haven’t yet blown my load, or my brains. Asher drops his head to kiss my neck. I arch into his touch, letting him kiss me however and wherever he wants.

“Put your cock in Sawyer’s mouth,” he murmurs against my ear.

Oh, God. I can’t bear this. I can’t bear this aliveness burning through my veins. I can’t bear the hotness of my blood and the knowledge that this is real. It’s not the sex. It’s this unconditional giving. Even this, Asher will share with me. This physical connection, reserved only for them, yet even this, he’s choosing to give me.

“Don’t you want to be inside Sawyer’s mouth, Reece, love?” Asher whispers.

“Yes. Yes,” I choke, struggling to separate the overwhelming physical pleasure from the unprecedented acceptance of me. I’m wanted here.

“Yes,” I beg. Fuck. Yes. I want it. I want it all and more and everything.

My eyes settle on Sawyer. Ash too, watches.

Sawyer pulls away from Asher’s beautiful dick. He looks up at me, leans forward to rub his cheek on my thigh.

“Fuucck.” This man is making my dreams come true. The scrape of that scruff is more than I ever dreamed it would be. He opens his mouth for me and I almost come instantly. With shaking fingers, I take my cock in my hand. Asher expels a breath as I feed Sawyer my dick.

I’m not as thick as him but I’m bigger in length. Sawyer has no problems. His lips close over my cock. His hand slinks around the back of my thigh, pulling me closer to his mouth. And he takes me all the way in.

I cry out, dizziness engulfing me immediately. Asher pulls my face to his, swallowing my cries in a kiss that obliterates every shred of my sanity. I’m lost. My mind, shattered by this insatiable hunger for more. While Sawyer sucks my dick, Asher sucks my tongue and I beg inside my head. Please. Please. Please. More.

“I need you to hold on,” Asher murmurs against my mouth. His breath lands on my lips, warm and encouraging. “You can.”

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