Ryker cracks an eye open to look at him. “It was amazing, babe.”
Freddie smiles shyly, and Christ, I love that look, the pride in himself he wants to keep secret. It’s the first time he’s touched a cock that way, one that wasn’t his own. The first time he’s felt another man's cock swell, jerk, and pulse as it starts to come in his fist. Ryker got that first, but I’m not jealous. I got to watchafter all. And other firsts of Freddie’s are still available. We’ll share his firsts and share his forevers.
“Shift over,” I say to Ryker.
He does, and Freddie shoots a puzzled glance at the gap that’s opened up on the bed. I gesture to the space between me and Ryker, and Freddie slides off Ryker’s legs and lies down on his side facing me.
I move down the bed to lie comfortably, looking back at him.
Ryker got Freddie’s first hand job, but I’m having his first kiss.
24
Freddie
I’m still riding the high of making Ryker come when Liam kisses me.
He cups the back of my head and pulls me in, but the kiss isn’t what I’m expecting. It’s a peck, followed by another, then another, and my lips buzz with the touch.
The slow way he presses his mouth to mine leaves me wanting more, and it’s me who opens my lips and wordlessly begs for it to be deeper. Of course Liam obliges, but he delivers the same maddening kisses, fleeting, gentle, and I moan at the first touch of wetness from his mouth.
His taste intoxicates. I stroke my tongue on his, asking, coaxing, needing it to press into my mouth, but he doesn’t lick into my wet heat, he makes me chase into his until my tongue is in his mouth.
The mattress jolts. I vaguely register cool air at my back. Ryker has left the bed, probably to clean himself up, but he’s soon back, offering a barrier of warmth as I chase his brother’s tongue.Every touch is slow and sensual, and my hard cock leaks onto the bed. I want to ask them to touch me, but I don’t. I don’t know why. They’ve made me come before, and maybe that’s it. They’ve made me. They took the initiative and touched me then, and asking them now would make me vulnerable. They could say no and leave me humiliated. Liam sucks on my tongue like he knows my thoughts are taking me away from what feels good.
He goes back to pressing brief kisses to my lips, driving me crazy. My cock throbs, and the constant ache demands attention. It’s been hurting from overarousal since I rubbed Ryker’s shoulders, and got worse after I caressed his chest and made him come. I’m not brave enough to ask them to touch me, but I can provide my own relief. I reach down, but Liam does too, and he grabs my wrist.
“Something wrong?” he asks.
I shake my head and wait for him to kiss me again. It’s more of the slow kind. I whimper and suck on his bottom lip, hoping to inspire a primal response. He doesn’t kiss me into submission, he lets his lip pop free of my mouth, swollen and shiny, and doesn’t let go of my hand.
I don’t confirm that I was going to touch myself, but he knows. He knows, and he’s not letting me, but I’m resourceful. I’ve got a muscular body in front of mine, and eager hips that want to move. I rock my pelvis forward, rubbing my cock against him. It’s an experimental thrust, but I like the results, and I do it again and again, moving my mouth from Liam’s to pant.
He’s too distracting when he kisses me like that. I need to concentrate to get off.
A hand closes on my hip and pushes me down to the bed. “Woah there,” Ryker says. He holds me still. “You okay?”
I hear the amusement in his voice. They know what I’m trying to do, but from Liam’s hold on my wrist and Ryker’s pinning ofmy hips, it’s clear they’re not going to let me do it. Liam shifts forward to kiss me again.
Frustrating pecks land on my needy lips.
“Remember how Liam likes to be touched?” Ryker says in my ear.
I answer against Liam’s lips. “Slow. Firm.”
Liam inhales sharply, and I steal a kiss, a harder one that he concedes to me before pulling away and slowing it down again. He leads my hand into his boxers, and once I’ve wrapped my fingers around his cock, he lets go and yanks down his underwear to give me more access. I stroke him in the manner Ryker told me he likes to be stroked. Where I worry there might be pain, Liam only sighs in contentment and resumes teasing my mouth with his.
It’s the most exquisite kind of torture, stroking Liam when my own cock is weeping against the sheets. It needs a touch. It needs a stroke. All I can do to show my frustration is to squeeze Liam harder, but I know he likes that.
“Can I touch you?” Ryker asks from behind me.
Thank fuck!
“Yes,” I whisper as Liam kisses me. “Please.”
But Ryker touches me in a place I wasn’t expecting. He strokes his fingers against my crack, they’re wet with something, lubrication, and I realise he wants to penetrate me, but rather than tuck my arse away from him, I arch my back.
Ryker curses against my shoulder blade.
