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My eyes fly open to meet his. “You can,” he repeats. Because he knows. I don’t know if there are many seventeen-year-olds who knew how to edge like Ash knew. He taught me how to control my orgasms after too many times where I would come too quickly.

I nod, breathing deeply through my nose as wave after wave of sensations tumble over my body, desire crashing over me, uncontrolled and overwhelming. I weave my fingers through Sawyer’s hair, moving my eyes to watch him widen his mouth and take me so far into his throat his lips press against my groin.

“No matter what,” Asher’s voice whispers over my cheekbone, “promise you’ll hold on.” Without looking at him, I nod, making a promise I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep. He drops to his knees in front of me.

“Aaah, fuckkkk.” My voice is loud and disbelieving. Asher looks up at me, grinning. “You promised.” The playfulness in his voice comes racing from the past, colliding with the pureness of the present moment, and I don’t think I’ll be able to withstand his tenderness.

Sawyer moans around my dick. Asher sinks his fingers into his hair, joining my fingers. Then, he begins to direct Sawyer. Pushing his head until his mouth is flush against my groin, then pulling until I’m almost all the way out of his mouth, and then slamming back down. Suddenly, Ash pulls Sawyer’s mouth off me completely and takes me into his mouth.

Jesus Christ. I can’t. My spine tingles. I’m going to come. Asher’s mouth on my cock is too much. Just too much. I want to cry with joy for this moment, and with sorrow for all the years I missed being with him, and with a deep sense of unworthiness that Sawyer would allow me this moment.

My cock exchanges mouths again, and they take turns with me, sharing my dick, and I fucking swear, it’s almost over for me. Two tongues, running up and down the length, two sets of lips, kissing their way to the top, and I can barely keep my eyes open. But I have to. I have to see this to believe it. Ash and Sawyer, kneeling before me. Husbands fucking my cock with their mouths, and I watch them share kisses with each other around my dick, their hands and their mouths all over me, probing and licking, and sucking and groaning with pleasure.

Through the thunder echoing in my ears, I hear Sawyer. “He won't last long, Ash, baby.”

Chapter 36

Asher

Sawyer’s right.

I slip Reece’s hot cock out of my mouth. He looks down at me with wonder in his eyes. Oh, love. How beautiful you are. More than before.

Sawyer rises, and I follow. He presses his palm to the small of my back and I turn to him to kiss him thoroughly. “Reece is yours tonight, my love,” he says. The gentleness in his voice brings a lump to my throat, and I don’t know how to tell him what I feel. This desire that I have for him, and for Reece, I can’t explain it to him.

“I love you,” I tell him on a choke. Feeble words to convey the totality of what I feel for him.

He kisses me back, taking Reece’s hand and bringing it to his chest to rest against his heart. “I love you more.”

Then, he lets me go, leading Reece to the bed. He lays him down and follows, covering Reece with his body. I join them, lying next to Reece. Reece is aware of me, but his eyes are on my husband. Sawyer kisses him tenderly. “Welcome home, Reece,” he says.

My heart lurches in Sawyer’s direction.

Reece nods, but there are tears in his eyes. Sawyer kisses them away. “You belong here,” he whispers. “You always have.” Reece nods again. His throat works. Then, he reaches up to kiss Sawyer again. I reach over to remove Sawyer’s sweats.

Reece widens his thighs and the sight of their cocks rubbing against each other brings a moan out of each of us. Strong, thick organs displayed so proudly, curving and touching, and leaking for each other. I’m enthralled and overcome by my lust for them.

Sawyer groans loudly when my fingers slip between his ass cheeks, grazing his hole. He backs up into my hand, then bucks his hips to rub against Reece.

The sound of Reece’s lust is music. Deep, dark, beautiful music calling to me, notes and melodies settling inside me and I understand every one of them, like I did before, when we were boys.

Our faces are close, each of us breathing the other’s air. Reece turns his face to kiss me.

“You won’t last long,” Sawyer says against Reece’s cheek. “And neither will we.”

He nods again. I don’t think he has the strength to form words.

Sawyer kisses Reece once more, then slides off him. He swipes a bottle of lube off the nightstand, and I move between Reece’s thighs.

His chest jerks up and down, but he keeps his eyes on Sawyer. I bring my hands underneath his thighs lifting until his hole is exposed. Sawyer drips lube directly onto that sweet asshole, drawing deep moans and garbled expletives out of him.

I watch my husband trail his fingers over Reece’s hole, spreading the lube, and I’m so hard I might explode. Reece’s body comes off the bed. “Please. Please.” His choppy breaths hardly allow the words out. But Sawyer doesn’t penetrate Reece with his fingers. He drips lube onto my cock, reaching over to fist me loosely.

Then, pressing his hand to my back, he urges me further over Reece’s body. I cover Reece’s body with mine, bringing his legs over my shoulders. Sawyer rests on his knees next to us, stroking my back.

This is unbelievable. I look at Sawyer, my eyes asking if this is really okay.

He smiles. “Keep your eyes on Reece, my love.”

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