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Flynn ran his finger down my cleft, almost tickling me with his gentle strokes, getting nearer to my hole with every pass. I grunted when he spread my cheeks, then shouted out as he circled my rim with his tongue. I gripped Tristan so I could hold myself up, my knees threatening to give way from the sensation overload.
When Ezra turned his attention back to me, I was a goner. My orgasm rushed at me like a freight train, collecting me and obliterating every cell in my body. I shouted out, the waves of ecstasy crashing through me as I pulsed, unloading jets of cum into Ezra’s mouth.
Flynn pulled back as I came down, and I watched through hooded eyes as my cum dripped down Ezra’s chin, landing on his chest. He pulled his mouth off my softening cock and stood up, crashing his lips to Tristan’s. Their tongues parried, but Tristan licked Ezra’s chin, tasting me on his lips. I reached for both of them, closing my hand around both their shafts and marvelling at the feel of silk-coated steel against my palms. Their shafts were hot, damp from the pre-cum leaking from their slits, and I used it to lube my way.
Flynn stood up too and came around to share in Ezra’s kiss. They were drinking me up, each of them tasting the evidence of my orgasm. I was inside each of them, and I wanted them all over me.
Dropping to my knees, I kept going, jacking them and wishing I had another hand. Tristan growled as he opened his eyes, pointing his cock at my face. He shuddered as I jacked him, licking my lips. That was all it took, his cock thickening in my grip and pulsing as his balls unleashed. He moaned, his voice sounding like he’d swallowed gravel as he shot pulse after pulse onto my chin, throat, and chest.
Using his cum as lube, I spread it over Flynn and Ezra before jacking them hard and fast.
Flynn’s pierced monster was so different to my own. He was thick and long, bigger than me on both counts, and the metal adorning his shaft was a complete contrast to the preppy outfits he wore and his sweet, innocent personality. Never in a million years would I have imagined him having any kinds of piercings, never mind a Jacob’s ladder. I ran my thumb over the metal embedded under his skin, and he cried out, stiffening as I twisted my wrist.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away, but I needed to get a look at Ezra too. My mouth watered as I flicked my gaze to his cock. He was longer than me, but not as girthy, the perfect handful. He was fucking beautiful. Everything about him was sublime.
His skin colour was more golden than my tan, and Flynn’s was pale against my hand. They may have been different to me, but our similarities—our masculinity, no matter the form it came in—was the hottest part for me. We fit together, all four of us having fallen for each other as well as for our woman.
“Give it to me. Paint me,” I ordered them, and Flynn cried out, his cock twitching in my hand. I watched as Ezra’s balls drew up and his cock thickened, getting impossibly harder as both of them let loose on me, hitting my face and chest with pulse after pulse of cum. It was dripping down my body, making a beeline straight for my own semi-hard dick.
I understood how Zali felt. She was our cum slut, but I wanted to rub it into my skin, walk around with their marks on me. I wanted them to own me just as much as I wanted them.
“My pretty sir,” Flynn murmured, running his fingers through my hair before touching my cheek and spreading the cum he collected there onto my lip. I licked my lips, tasting their spunk for the first time, and my eyes rolled back into my head. I reached for my straining dick again.
“You ready to kiss me yet?” Zali asked, straddling my knees and pressing her naked body against mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Yeah, I think I am,” I murmured as I slanted my mouth over hers and kissed her. It was slow and deep, our tongues melding and exploring each other’s mouths as she ground against me. She tasted sweet, like the mango I’d cut up for her for breakfast, and she smelled of sunshine and salt. I moaned, a thrill of wonder coursing through me that I was finally kissing her and here with them all.
Nine
Flynn
Ileaned against Zee’s desk and watched her as she closed the window in her office. The wind had picked up, and despite being calm only a few hours ago when we were on the deck, it was now blowing a gale. The papers ordered in neat stacks were curling in the breeze, the weights holding them down the only thing stopping them from flying about the room.
We’d all gone our separate ways after Ry had come out to us, giving him some space and time without abandoning him. But Zee had asked me to sit and go through the information with her before she spoke to the others. I wasn’t sure that I was much help though. It was like my brain couldn’t wrap itself around what had happened that morning. I kept replaying what happened over and over. I still couldn’t believe it was real, that Ry let us touch him, that he admitted it was more than just needing to get off. His kisses…. Damn, they were hotter than Hades.
His kisses were drugging. All-consuming.
I sighed happily. I got to kiss him. I got to call him ours. I bit down on my lip, my smile escaping anyway. I was giddy, my insides dancing like I was doing the can-can.
This whole morning had, quite frankly, been life changing. It sounded ridiculous, but it wasn’t an exaggeration. I hadn’t lied to Ryder. He was the first boy I’d fallen in love with. He may not have had my physical firsts, but he’d had my heart long before Tristan and even Ezra had come along. And that meant something.
I’d kept my crush on him on the down-low—my sexuality would have been a reason for my family to take notice of me rather than forgetting I even existed—but more than that, I was terrified of Ry’s reaction. If he’d been repulsed by me being bi or my schoolboy fantasy of kissing the bad boy and my best friend, my teenaged heart couldn’t have handled it. I would, quite literally, have been a walking, talking Olivia Rodrigo song.
Zee was looking at me with a soft smile. “You’re happy,” she said. It wasn’t a question. There was no need. I knew it was written all over my face.
“I am. I’m walking on air.”
“Me too.” She hugged herself and grinned happily, her eyes sparkling like she was incandescent. “When he spanked me in the plane, I was spun out. But I totally thought it was a one-off. Then when he joined us in Monaco and went further, I had my fingers crossed that he’d come around. But I didn’t think it was actually possible. I figured I’d be pining for him forever when he walked away that second time.”
“Imagine how I felt.” I laughed, shaking my head. “I didn’t think I had a snowball’s chance.” I wrapped my arms around Zee’s waist and smile-kissed her. “And now I can call you both mine.”
The smile slipped from her lips as she became serious. Cupping my face in her soft hands, she brushed her lips against the corner of my mouth and whispered, “Even when we weren’t together, I was still yours, Flynn. You mean everything to me.”
“I love you too.” Sliding my hand into her hair, I tilted her face up to mine and kissed her slowly, stroking my tongue languidly against hers, taking us both higher.
I tugged her with me into her executive chair, pulling her onto my lap. She’d called me into her office for a reason, and I didn’t want to keep distracting her—she needed a break, and the sooner we finished up in here, the sooner she could take it. “Go on, fill me in,” I suggested.
“Okay.” She nuzzled my face and pressed a kiss to my cheek before clearing her throat and shifting so she could reach the keyboard and mouse.
