Jack extended one hand and caressed Garrett’s body while Dylan occupied his mouth. Only partially breaking the kiss, Jack whispered, “Can I join you?”
It seemed he already had but he remained fully clothed. Dylan swallowed hard, convinced that hewasready to fuck. Whatever happened after he left this place…he would deal with then. He looked deep into Jack’s blue pools—and nodded.
•?•
“Hellyeah.”Gideon smiled, greatly pleased by this sudden turn of events. Dylan’s doubts and inhibitions were crumbling at a much faster rate than Gideon had anticipated—thanks to his two talented boys.
On the bed, Jack peeled off his clothes as Garrett lifted off Dylan and had him turn onto his back again. A visible tremor rippled through Dylan when both young men began to ravish his body.
“Oh, this is beautiful,” Harris, the cameraman, murmured. “Pure gold.”
Gideon and Rich nodded.
The twins were on the edge of their seat watching the scene. Rather than be upset that they couldn’t join as well, they were thoroughly captivated, looking on with bated breath, waiting for that pivotal moment when Dylan invited the two men to fuck him.
Gideon, too, was practically holding his breath, certain that moment was imminent.
He caught movement in his peripheral vision and looked behind him. Lucas and Hal stood just inside the studio door, watching the scene unfold on the large bed—Hal’s eyes locked on Dylan and filled with unveiled envy.
•?•
Dylan lost all sense of time and space. His surroundings faded to black until the only point of light in the world, it seemed, was the large bed of white linen—and the two naked men lavishing him with erotic affection. They took turns sucking his cock and at times sucked it together.
“Fuuuck…”Dylan gouged the thick comforter, squeezing the softness into his fists as his body arched, hips lifting and pushing his dick further down the throat of the one who was sucking him. “Oh my god…” He swallowed thickly, his bleary eyes on the high ceiling. He shuddered when the strong mouth pulled up his shaft and off him—then the other took him in.
His legs trembled as he spread them wider and drew his knees up a little, digging his heels into the bed. A wet finger pushed into his ass, then a second.
Please fuck me—please fuck me now!
The words screamed inside his head but couldn’t seem to find their way to his lips and open air. What was he waiting for? All doubt was gone—hewantedto be fucked! His eyes opened slowly and felt damp, his vision distorted. The overwhelming physical sensations played havoc with his emotions. He was suddenly fighting tears and didn’t understand where they were coming from. He wasn’t someone who cried easily or let his emotions rule him. Yet here he was, about to burst into tears and had no fucking cluewhy.
Was it the prospect of his whole world crashing down around him once he left this place?
Or that, deep down, he was appalled and terrified to be a gay man?
Was it something else altogether?
His body tingled from his hairline to the tips of his toes as the two men thrust him to the edge of ecstasy, ready and waiting to shove him over the edge. Garrett settled between his legs and laid down on top of him. He kissed Dylan’s throat, his jaw, his mouth.
“Your body feels so good,” Garrett moaned against his lips as he rolled his hips.
“Yours feels good too,” Dylan rasped. Over Garrett’s shoulder, he watched Jack position himself behind his boyfriend. Dylan’s heart pounded harder, faster as Jack entered Garrett and broke into slow, controlled thrust.
“Fuck…” Garrett gasped and grabbed at Dylan’s lips, kissing and sucking, his breath unsteady and shaky. “Uuhh…fuck…yes…”
Jack’s thrusts rocked Garrett against Dylan, grinding their engorged cocks together. Jack leaned forward over Garrett’s back and kissed his shoulder, his eyes on Dylan. “Kiss me, Dylan,” he panted softly, his face pinching with sexual ecstasy as he shoved into Garrett deeper and harder.
Lifting his head, Dylan kissed him over Garrett’s shoulder then kissed Garrett, taking turns between the men. Garrett groaned thickly and pushed up on his arms, hovering over Dylan as Jack fucked him, bumping his cock firmly against Dylan’s throbbing member. “Fuck…” Garrett craned his head back, his throat working. “Uh…uh…uuhhh…”
The juice dribbling from both their cocks slicked their shafts, causing them to slip easily against each other. Jack bit the back of Garrett’s neck then sucked his hot, sweaty skin. His burning eyes locked with Dylan’s. “Can we fuck you, Dylan?” The plea in his voice was audible and the look on his handsome face promised ecstasy galore if Dylan would just say yes.
Dylan opened his mouth, releasing shuddered moans. He struggled to form that one word and suddenly it was on the tip of his tongue, bursting forth. “Yes.”
Immediately following, Rich called“Cut”and paused the cameras as Garrett was handed a condom.
Jack remained where he was, buried balls deep in Garrett’s ass, clutching his hips as Garrett sat up a bit and fitted the condom on his dick.
Feeling like he was coming apart at the seams, Dylan swallowed through a parched throat and turned his head. He blinked a few times to clear his hazy vision as the others in the room came into focus. But he was seeing only one…lingering in the doorway…his full, undivided attention on Dylan.
Hal.
