Page 90 of The Rest is History

“Any way he wants? Every way he wants?” Asher whispers. His mouth hovers over Reece’s.

“Yes.” His breath hitches and his eyes drift open to latch onto Asher’s face. “Any way you want him to. Every way you want him to.”

Asher devours him. It’s a split second, and he’s got Reece backed up against the wall behind us, his mouth on him and his hands working his belt.

“He’ll split you open with his big fucking cock,” Asher hisses.

“I need that big fucking cock so fucking bad,” Reece says, and that drives Asher wild. He yanks out Reece’s belt, dropping it to the floor. I reach over, fumbling with Reece’s zipper until I have his cock in my hand, hot and heavy and dripping with pre-cum.

“You’re dying for it? Sawyer’s hot cock?” Asher growls, bringing his hand down to join mine and swiping his thumb across Reece’s crown. He pauses their kiss, turning his drugged eyes to me. “Come here, baby.”

I step closer, lifting my face to Asher. He coats my lips with Reece’s essence, then bends to seal his lips over mine. “Fuck him on the living room floor,” he tells me. “The bed’s too small.”

“Sawyer,” Reece moans, dropping his forehead to Asher’s chest. “Please. Now.”

Asher shifts to give me space. “Fuck, I need this ass,” I mutter, my voice low and thickened with lust, my hands sliding around his waist to slip into his pants. I squeeze his ass cheeks, pulling them apart and squeezing some more. Then, I lift him, bringing his legs around my waist. His arms circle my neck, tightening, his naked cock between us, hard and begging. I don’t know if I’ll last long enough.

I drop us onto the thick carpet in the living room and Asher drops his body onto the wingback. His legs are spread wide, one hand palming his still-concealed cock and the elbow of his other hand propped up on the armrest, his thumb at his lip, stroking lightly while he watches us with those hooded eyes. His hips flex with each stroke of his palm over his cock.

Reece is spread on the floor, his cock resting against his stomach, his thighs wide open and his hips lifting for me. I rip his clothes off him, yanking down his pants, taking them off along with his shoes in one quick sweep as he gets rid of his t-shirt.

I rock back on my knees, my breath catching. To the side, where Asher has the perfect view, I hear him inhale sharply. I rise, standing above Reece, my feet planted between his spread legs. My eyes travel the length of his body as I undress, discarding my clothes slowly.

Reece’s nakedness is spread across the plush carpet and all I can do is stare at that pink-flushed body, the dark brown nipples, teasing me from those slightly raised pectorals, that Adam’s apple sliding against the skin on his throat, his lips, parted and waiting. His eyes, looking up at me, wild with desire. The head of his cock is flushed, glistening with his pre-cum and he flexes his cock, drawing a low groan out of me. He bends his knees, lifting his hips high in the air, offering me his cock.

Asher groans. “Fuck, Reece. Do that again.” When I look over at Asher, he’s got his cock caged inside his fist, pumping slowly. His clothes are half discarded, and he’s still got that cap on his head.

Reece lifts his hips again, gyrating into the space between my body and his.

“Turn around now. Do that with your ass.”

I smirk. Asher is so fucking turned on.

Reece obeys him and my balls ache, and I’m ready to sink my cock into that ass. He drops his chest to the floor, his thighs spread wide, and his ass high in the air. Fuck. Those ass cheeks are spread open and his asshole is on display for me and Asher. “Fuck,” I groan, when he reaches a hand back to hold one cheek open, and then, moves that hand further back to slip his middle finger into his ass. I’ve never seen such a beautiful thing before. Then, he fingers his hole with two middle fingers, and I decide that that is the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever fucking seen.

It’s a performance to last the ages. Reece, spreading his hands out in front of him and rotating his ass, offering me his asshole like a gift.

I drop to my knees in front of that ass, giving the left cheek a hard slap for dancing so well for us. Then I grab both cheeks, spread him apart and give him a good lick from his big balls to the upper crack of his ass.

“Aahhhh, fuckkk,” Reece slurs, so I do it again. The slick sounds of Asher’s cock pumping through his fist fuses with Reece’s grunts and moans and I move with the music, slapping kisses over Reece’s lovely asshole and then digging my tongue into that pucker. And when neither of them can stop moaning, I give Reece a few more long, messy licks and then I bury my whole fucking face into his ass, eating him and sucking him like he’s the last ice cream on earth.

“Put your cock in me,” Reece moans from the floor. “Please, Sawyer. Please.”

I want to give him everything. Scour the earth for precious things and present them to him as gifts. I want to be that servant who goes to the end of the earth for his prince, his greatest joy found in the giving and not the receiving. But Reece’s begging also makes me want to withhold everything from him so I can admire and drown in his great need for me. So I can be the hero he thinks I am. So I can be good for him. Good enough for him.

Like a king on his throne, Asher’s voice, low and commanding, cuts through the air. “Fuck him, Sawyer.” He tosses me a bottle of lube. I catch it mid-air.

Reece lowers his ass, whimpering when I drizzle the liquid all over his flesh. I line my cock up with his hole, unable to breathe for a second. What a gorgeous hole.

“No, sweetheart. Turn him over. I want you to watch his face when you fuck him.”

Reece shifts onto his back, lifting his thighs to wrap around my neck. “Give me all that cum, Sawyer,” he says in a voice filled with gravel and sex and lust and want and need. “I want to feel your cum dripping out of me when you’re done.” He pulls me closer. “And when you’re done, I want Asher’s cum inside me mixing with yours.”

Fuck. I ease into him, turning my face to press a kiss to his ankle. Then, I drop my body to his. My arms are tucked underneath his thighs to keep his legs up and I pump him in short, hard strokes. His body slides up on the carpet with the movement, but fuck, I don’t care how hard I’m fucking him. He loves it and I love it and Asher—

Asher’s warm, naked body presses into mine from behind, his hand firmly pressed into the small of my back. “You like that, Sawyer?” he whispers into my ear. I get enough of a glimpse of him to know he’s kept his cap on.

“Fuck, yeah, baby. This ass is fuckin’ heaven.”

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