Where to start? Thank you MeteorMuse for betaing this. You challenge me. Hard. Also, to TippyL for prereading and telling me when something is hot or not.
Thanks to sadtomato for all your HUGE help in outlining this first story of mine, for pimping Hard in your BP&P A/N, and for this new adventure we are embarking on.
Finally, thank you PPSS for featuring Hard today on the Slash Brigade Pick. I greatly appreciate it ladies.
SMeyer owns Twilight. If I did, Bella would have become Edward's beard while he was fucking Riley or Jasper in Breaking Dawn.
Sun pierces the window, making its way across the sheets and right into my eyes. I glance at the clock. 6:20 a.m. Seriously? I'm trying to figure out why I'm awake, when my phone buzzes on the nightstand. Ah. There's the culprit. Who the fuck texts before, like, 8:00? I close my eyes and snuggle into my pillow.
Bzzz bzzz.
Fuck. Instead of throwing the comforter over my head like I want to, I stick my hand out, blindly reaching for the phone. Finally, I grab it and pull it back into the warmth of the blankets. The screen glows brightly, and I squint.
Are you ready for more? Coming by the coffee shop today?
Memories of the night before flood my senses. Heineken and Christoph Waltz, shots of Patron and naked torsos, then Jasper pounding into me from behind as Riley sucked my cock from below. I'm hard in an instant, but this is the good hard. The kind of hard that craves more of something it already knows to be great. Amazing. Satisfying.
Knowing that jerking off won't feel half as good as last night's tryst, I lie back on the bed with my phone and reply.
I could use a macchiato…a few HOURS from now. Ass.
I doze off easily with a content grin on my face, but another text buzzes me awake after only a few minutes.
You're a lazy slacker. I've already had Riley AND a large coffee this morning.
Before I can come up with a response, there's another buzz.
By the way, you don't want to start talking about asses. I'll own you. Just like I owned your ass last night.
Jesus. It's way too early for this kind of talk. Jasper talk. I love it, but I'm worn out. I stick the phone on the empty pillow next to my own and drift back to sleep, remembering my hasty exit the night before.
Jasper and Riley had both shifted around in the bed getting cozy almost immediately after the three of us got off. Uncertain as to any post-threesome etiquette, I stood slowly and grabbed my boxer briefs off the floor along with my jeans and socks.
As I dressed, I felt eyes on me from the bed, but for some reason I was suddenly too shy to look back. I leaned over to reach for my polo and realized with a grimace that it was the shirt Jasper had handed me to wipe off Riley's chest.
Now I'm no pretty boy, but the last thing I'm going to do is take the walk of shame wearing a shirt with another dude's cum smeared across the front of it. No way, no how. Okay, so I might indeed be a pretty boy, but that's beside the point.
Still hesitant to make eye contact, I looked in the general direction of the bed and cleared my throat.
"Uh, you wouldn't have a shirt I could borrow to get home in, would you?"
"Of course. In the closet behind you. I'd get up but…" I looked up and realized Riley was already fast asleep, curled into Jasper's shoulder.
Finally making eye contact with him, I chuckled a bit under my breath.
"Guess some guys can't hold their tequila, huh?"
"I'm pretty sure it wasn't the tequila that made him this relaxed, E. Thanks for coming over. You don't have to leave, you know. There's plenty of room for three here." Jasper held my gaze as if daring me to look away.
"Eh, yeah, I should probably get home. I don't like waking up in a strange bed," I lamely mumbled as I made my way to the closet door.
"Suit yourself. Remember what I said. This doesn't have to be a one-time thing Edward. No reason to feel used, abused or otherwise embarrassed. We'll talk soon, yeah?"
"Yeah, I've got your cell number, and I see you guys every morning, so I'll just talk to you Monday."
"Text me so I've got your number too. Riley has to cover a shift tomorrow, and I get bored on the weekends." Jasper gave me his best pout, so I pulled out my phone and texted the first thing I could think of.
For a good time, call me.
With that, I grabbed the first shirt I could find, pulled it on and made my way down the hallway with my soiled pink polo in hand.
It wasn't until I was grabbing a late night snack at the local Jimmy Johns that I looked down.
Jesus was a Hippie the shirt touts in huge black letters.
I should have been embarrassed. Maybe even pissed. But instead, I just smiled and laughed.
ooOOoo
You getting up sometime today?
The text is from an unrecognizable local number. I assume it's Riley and that Jasper has asked him to further annoy me into coming to the coffee shop.
Why don't you come get me 'up'?
I snicker, hoping Riley has fun with that response. As I wait for a reply, I get out of bed and stretch my limbs. 10:43. Not bad. I haven't slept in this late in months. I haven't gotten laid in months either. I sense a correlation between these activities.
My phone rings, and I jump, startled. The same number is displayed on the screen, so I answer with a brief, "What's up?"
"Edward? It's Riley."
"Yeah, I hope so after that text I sent."
"Ha. Yeah, sorry, I'm not as good at the dirty innuendo as Jazz is, so I thought I'd just give you a call. You shower yet?"
"Not exactly. I was heading that way now. Why?"
"We go play ball with some guys at the rec center on Saturday afternoons when we're both off work. Wanna join us?"
"Umm, what kind of ball? Basketball? And you're off work already?"
"Yep and yes. I was only covering the morning rush. Just got off."
I snort. "I bet you did," I half-whisper.
Good God, Jasper has rubbed off on me. Realizing I just thought the phrase 'rubbed off', I snort again. I've reverted to twelve-year-old boy behavior overnight. This is sad.
"Uhh, what was that?" While I scramble for a response, he continues on, "Anyway, we're meeting up at 11. I'm gonna be a few minutes late, but Jasper should be there. See you in a few?"
"Sure. But Riley, I'm warning you. I'm about half as good at basketball as I am at shooting pool. So, I hope these guys go easy on me."
"No problem, man. It's all for fun really. A bunch of high school players that wish they'd been good enough for college ball, really."
As I hang up, I should be wondering what I've gotten myself into. Instead, I wonder how Jasper hides his huge cock in basketball shorts.
ooOOoo
11:03 a.m. I walk into the basketball courts area of the rec center but don't see Jasper, so I make my way slowly toward a water fountain hoping he finds me first.
Two long drinks later, I stand back up and amble toward the bathrooms. Still no sight of him. I decide I might as well piss instead of standing here like a freak stalker, and when I come back out, I nearly run smack into Riley.
"Hey," I say, with a sigh of relief.
"What's up? Where's J?"
"I haven't seen him yet, so I wasted a few minutes in the bathroom. I hate feeling conspicuously out of place."
Riley frowns and glances across the courts. "Yeah, I don't see him either. Weird. Anyway, let's join the game. Looks like they're just getting started."
"Ri-baby! About time, man!" A tall dude with a dorky grin calls across the court in our direction and waits for us to catch up to him. As we get closer, I realize the smile is the only thing dorky about this guy. He's kind of…hot. Well toned but lean, mile-long legs, and forearms that ripple when he moves his arms are just a start. He's also got killer blue eyes and dark hair that you know would be curly if he'd just let it grow another inch. Sexy.
"What's up Garrett? Garrett, this is Edward. Edward, Garrett. You see J yet?"
Garrett and I exchange nods before he speaks again. "Nope, the crew was just waiting for you guys to get here to start up. You prefer Shirts again?"
Riley blushes and glances my direction. "Yeah, that's cool."
"Well, Edward. Guess that means you're Skins. Strip it down, baby. We're all ready."
With another grin, Garrett turns on his heel and jogs toward the 'crew', while I stand there trying to reconcile last night's Riley, whose toned upper body I licked tequila off, with this Riley, who is too shy to take his shirt off for a game of basketball. Also, what kind of douchebag calls everyone 'baby'? Riley and Jasper actually like this guy? Jeez.
With a shrug, I pull off my tee shirt and toss it on a bench next to several others. I turn, adjusting the drawstring on my shorts, and catch Riley blatantly staring at my chest.
"Not fair," I whisper. "Any of these other guys going to enjoy the view?"
"Not hardly, although I've had my suspicions about Garrett for awhile now. They all know about Jazz and I though, so it's cool."
"Sweet. Let's play some ball." I assume a way more confident pose than I should possibly be able to muster and make my way on to the court, Riley at my side, just as Jasper runs in, peeling off his shirt and yelling apologies. Apparently, he got held up on the phone with his mom and couldn't get off until essentially swearing he'd bring Riley down for Thanksgiving.
We get started, and I try my hardest not to ogle Jasper's chest and, obviously, his dick. Basketball shorts leave little to the imagination, and as big as he is, it almost seems he isn't wearing anything underneath. We're talkin' Olympic sized.
The game is good. Fun, even. There's lots of testosterone - grunting, ball-scratching and lewd comments about people's moms thrown about – but all in all, I have a good time and make some new potential friends along the way.
Twice I get the feeling that Garrett is doing a little more than just guarding the ball. He doesn't exactly cop a feel, but he definitely enters my zone, if you know what I mean. I find myself not exactly minding though.
The game ends, and I grab my phone off the bench. 1:31 p.m. Not a bad time to get a shower and a late lunch. I grab a quick drink from the fountain again, and Riley comes up behind me with my shirt in hand.
"Here."
"Thanks man."
"Listen, we're gonna head home and clean up," he continues, as I put on my shirt and wipe the sweat from my brow.
"That's cool. Thanks for inviting me out today. I had a great time."
"Yeah, sure. So…"
I look up and realize he's waiting for something, but I can't figure out what.
"So?" I ask. I glance over his shoulder to see Jasper and Garrett talking near the Exit door. Riley turns and we start to head toward them together.
"Do you have plans tonight or…" Riley's voice trails off, a subtle invitation to their place lingering at the end.
"Oh. Right. Um. Can I let you know? I'm pretty beat." We both blush at the thought of what caused my fatigue.
"Sure. You've got both our numbers now, so just give us a call."
We reach Jasper and Garrett, and the four of us continue out to the sidewalk. Jasper and Riley stop at a parking lot and get in an old station wagon.
I start to laugh. I can't help it. This Subaru Outback from, like, 1985 screams gay hippies. Riley turns to look at me from the driver's seat and starts to chuckle as well.
"Hey man. No payments."
"I get you. It's perfect for you, Ri-baby." I catch Garrett giving me a curious look at my use of his nickname. I had heard it about twenty times during our game, and it kind of stuck in my head. I like it. It's sweet.
"Hey now, nobody calls Ri-baby 'Ri-baby' but me," he says, eyebrows raised.
"What? You got a copyright on that shit?" I'm almost impressed with my own witty forwardness, when Garrett throws back his head and laughs.
"I think I like this new kid," Garrett says, looking me up and down. His eyes linger just a little too long on my chest before he adds, "Well, I'm the other direction. See you guys next week?"
Jasper and Riley both nod, and they all turn to me, so I can't help but shrug and nod in agreement. Maybe this can become part of my new routine. Coffee, class, getting fucked by two hot dudes, basketball. Sounds like a plan.
I'm pulled from my ridiculous thoughts by Jasper's voice.
"Well, I guess we'll hear from you later on, E. I know my cock is impatient to feel you again. Especially after you flaunted your sweet little ass all over that court today."
Riley ducks his head bashfully as he starts up the wagon. Poor kid is as embarrassed as me at J's words, even though he's been around it for years. With a shy grin, I nod and turn down the sidewalk toward home. I'm already hard in anticipation.
ooOOoo
One long steaming shower and a jerk off session featuring Riley's lips later, I'm getting dressed for the day. 3:08 p.m. I feel like I wasted the entire day.
Teal blue Lacoste, check. Fashionably dark jeans with strategically placed rips, check. Hair waxed and placed in the perfect position, check. Saturday evening plans? Nada.
I sigh and take one last glance in the mirror before wandering over to the couch. I toss my phone on the coffee table and sit unceremoniously. These are the times I wish I had someone to go out with. Someone's company to enjoy while hoping my ID and charming smile can get me a beer on the patio at Flat Branch Brewery. Someone to laugh at my witty banter after catching a movie at RagTag Cinema. Hell, someone to make out with in the back row during a movie at RagTag.
Instead, I'm on my couch, in my fixer-upper house, contemplating whether to eat my leftover sub sandwich from 1 a.m. or order a fresh sub sandwich for delivery, so I don't have to go eat somewhere by myself.
Something in my subconscious brings Riley's comment to the front of my mind, and I contemplate his offer. Do I want what happened last night to happen again? Yes. Do I fully understand the rules of this game we seem to be playing? No. Not at all. Maybe it's not a game. They both seem so straight-forward. Genuine. Like really all they want is just to fuck me. And fuck me they did. Damn, I'm hard again just thinking about it.
My cock twitches in my jeans, and I reach for the phone again, but it's already buzzing. Someone is texting.
Wanna hit up a party tonight? It's at a basketball player's place, so there should be a good crowd. Booze. Music. Very unlikely to get busted.
Jasper. A party. I still haven't had that college experience yet, so I guess I could join them. Hmm.
As I'm thinking about my other pathetic options, another text comes through.
I promise we'll make it worth your while afterward…
Fuck. I'm in.
What time? Pick me up?
We make the necessary arrangements via texts, and I look at the clock again. 3:32. Plenty of time to get some assignments done before they pick me up at 9:00. I have a feeling I'll be too tired tomorrow.
ooOOoo
I've just put the finishing touches on my article about window treatments that compliment the style and architecture of your home, and I glance up to admire the Twilight Tartan curtains I just finished hanging a few hours ago. Lost in thoughts of other finishing touches that will bring the living room together, I'm nearly shocked out of my skin when the doorbell rings repeatedly.
I glance at the clock on my way to the door. 8:42. They're early. I swing the door open with what I hope is a relaxed smile on my face and barely get out a hello before Jasper is pushing past me into the house.
"So this is how the rich half lives, huh?"
I cringe as I close the door and turn around while Riley gives me an apologetic shrug.
"Come on in Jazz. Make yourself at home. You tell me. Does it look like I'm the 'rich half'?"
"It's not too shabby Edward. The reds in this rug here really bring out the dark wood trim details." Jasper's eyes are shining, and I feel certain he's making fun of me, but I automatically say thank you.
Riley stands awkwardly by the front door, holding a bottle of something dark.
"Come on in, man. I guess we have time for a tour."
After showing them around without trying to ramble on about the work I've put into the place, we end up in the kitchen. Riley puts the bottle on the counter and asks for a few shot glasses, which I pull from a cabinet up high. I rarely drink liquor at home, but I do have a sparse assortment of bar supplies.
He pours three full shots of what I can now see is some rum called Sailor Jerry's and hands one each to Jasper and I before taking up his own.
"Here's to debauchery," Jasper toasts before downing his shot. Riley and I follow suit and in a moment we are all coughing and sputtering.
"Damn. That's awful."
"Again. It's good for ya." Riley surprises me with his enthusiasm by pouring three more and passing them around, then fills a flask he produces from his jacket pocket.
"Alright, let me grab my wallet and keys, and we can get out of here," I say quickly, hoping to avoid round three.
I move down the hallway to my bedroom, grab my things from the dresser, and take one last glance in the mirror at my hair. Back in the living room, Jasper and Riley break apart from what appeared to be one hot and heavy kiss, so I clear my throat and ask if they're ready to go. Jasper has other ideas, however. He grabs my elbow, pulling me closer to them and nudges Riley my way.
"Kiss," he demands.
Riley and I look at each other, hesitating for a second, and I know I'm going to have to make the first move, so I gently place my hand on the back of his neck and pull him ever-so-slowly toward me.
Our lips meet, and it's slow. Soft. Almost timid. I'm just about to deepen the kiss when I feel his tongue gently grazing my bottom lip, so I open my mouth slightly and let him in. My cock starts to harden as images from last night run through my brain, when suddenly I feel warm pressure against my hipbone. My eyes fly open as I realize Riley has thrust himself closer to me, and I catch Jasper palming himself in my peripheral vision.
After a few more seconds of soft grinding and kisses, Riley backs away and clears his throat. He looks at me shyly up through his eyelashes and says, "I guess if we're gonna make that party, we should probably head out."
I wipe the corner of my lip and nod in agreement, then move to shut off a few lights. After a quick crotch adjustment and another snicker from Jasper about how nicely my paint choice compliments the countertops, we're on our way out to see what the night holds.
ooOOoo
12:29. I think. Maybe my phone screen says 1:22 and the nine is just in my head. I close one eye to see if I can tell any better just as Riley plops down on the couch next to me.
"Where've you guys been?" I ask, only it probably comes out as one big slur.
"Just mingling. Making out in the bathroom upstairs. You know." Riley grins as Jasper sits on the arm of the couch and drapes his arm across the back.
"Not fair. I wanna make out." I pout as they both laugh at me.
"Well Edward, you're gonna have to sober up a bit before anyone will be interested in kissing that sloppy mouth." Jasper smoothes his hand back and forth over the back of the couch, and I'm mesmerized by his fingers. Long, dextrous fingers that worked some magic only twenty-four hours ago when we were all in their bed.
"Hey man. Seriously, how much did you drink?" I'm snapped alert by Riley's voice in my ear.
"I don't know. I told you I don't do hard liquor well." Riley has poured shot after shot of Sailor Jerry's the second my red Solo cup empties itself of beer. I started throwing them out in random spots in this apartment we're in, so I'm not too bad off, but I've still lost count.
"Well, come on. We'll get you up and around, and you'll sober up in no time." Riley hauls me to my feet, and we make our way through the crowd of who's who at the university, before finding the back door and stepping out onto a quiet patio.
"Finally. Air I can breathe that isn't tainted by college girl perfume or athlete stench."
"You might wanna keep it down, E. We are at a basketball player's house. Those are some big dudes, too." Jasper puts me in my place, all while laughing at my fuzzy state.
"Here. Eat these. It'll help." He produces a bag of spicy salted peanuts from his pocket and tosses them to me. I should probably think twice about why J has peanuts in his pocket, but instead I realize just how hungry I am. I never did finish that sandwich this afternoon.
I scarf down the small handful of nuts and stick the empty wrapper in my own pocket. Closing my eyes, I take several deep breaths, enjoying my buzz yet hoping someone will say it's time to leave. Instead, when I open my eyes, I see that Jasper has wasted no time pushing Riley up against the side of the apartment building and groping him.
Hmm. I almost want to join in after the encounter in my house earlier, but I hesitate. I'm just about to tell them I'm going to call a cab, when Riley grabs me by the shirt and pulls me toward them, not even breaking his liplock.
I stumble their way, and before I know it, Jasper is kissing me while still groping Riley's crotch. I lose myself in the sensation of his lips – soft, wet, tongue slowly licking along my own – when I feel a hand graze my side. I look down just as Riley reaches my nipple and rubs against it, hard enough to feel good but soft enough to make me want more. My cock stirs. I want this. This thing, whatever it is, I want it again.
"Shall we?" Jasper's voice is low, gravelly.
"Shall we what? Here?" I panic slightly until I realize he's just asking if we are both ready to leave.
"Shall we go back to our place and fuck?"
I gulp. This boy has a way with dirty words that makes me want to blow him until dawn.
"Yeah, let's go." Riley is already moving around the side of the building toward the parking lot. Eager. Just like me.
ooOOoo
Jasper pulls into their lot after stopping at a gas station for more spicy peanuts – God damn those things were good - and a big bottle of Gatorade to sober me up. As we make our way up the stairs to their door, I scarf peanuts but only sip from the bottle. The food and cool night air have me feeling much more alert, but I don't want a sloshy stomach. Not sexy.
Once inside, Riley goes to the kitchen and pours three big glasses of water while Jazz turns on a few lights. I move to the couch and sprawl in the center cushion without hesitation. Jasper must notice because he chuckles as he sits next to me with the water he just accepted from Riley.
"Far cry from last night, E. We thought you were gonna run screaming before sitting on the couch between us."
"Yeah, well. The thought did actually cross my mind." I take several gulps from my glass and start to feel even more level-headed.
"Is there any reason to have a conversation about where this is or isn't heading, Edward?" Riley studies me carefully. I think he's been thinking about this 'conversation' a lot.
My rambling is proof that, while sobering, I'm still pretty tipsy. "Let's see … you two are together. You're both hot. I'm pretty hot myself. You want me. Both of you, that is. Want … me. This isn't love and I'm cool with that. Just fucking. And I … I only know that I want … to be fucked. To fuck. I don't know. Let's all fuck."
"Damn. I think Jasper got in your head, man. If I'm not mistaken, it sounds like you're ready to fuck." Riley can't help but smile as he repeats my use of the word, teasing me.
Fuck teasing. I go for it. I lean over Riley and force my lips onto his. "You're fucking right," I growl into his mouth. This isn't the kiss from earlier. This is hard, hot. Passion. Sensation. Tension. It's all there in this one kiss.
I turn my head slightly to deepen it and feel the slight scrape of Riley's stubble rub my cheek. It's not the gritty sandpaper feeling like when I rub my hand over my own face at the end of the day. This feels sexier, a texture I haven't often felt before, and the sensation goes straight to my groin. With a groan, I pull back and reach for the hem of his shirt.
"This. Off." As I watch Riley pull his shirt off and throw it on the floor, I palm his cock through his jeans. He's hard - almost as hard as me.
When I sense movement from behind me, I turn and realize Jasper has simply been watching us. No talking, no touching, just watching, the gleam of lust in his eyes.
"Is, I mean, this is okay, isn't it?" I don't want to stop, but I can't help but ask since Jasper has seemed to take charge of our encounters thus far.
"Oh Edward. It's more than okay. In fact, I want to watch you do just whatever it is that you've wanted to do with Riley. I'm positive it's okay with him."
I turn back to Riley who has his right hand on my thigh and his left on his own bulge. Suddenly shy, I feel the need for reassurance.
"Riley, I mean, are you sure? What do you want me to do?"
"Didn't you just say you wanted to fuck?" He looks deep in my eyes, and I can tell he wants it. Me. Fucking him. God, that's so hot.
I begin to touch him lightly, starting at his neck and working a path down his collarbone, over his chest, and across his abs, never once breaking eye contact. After a few passes, my fingers linger over his nipples, squeezing and tugging at them. Riley arches his back off the sofa with a groan.
"God. Yes. That feels amazing, Edward."
I feel a hand on my lower back and realize it's Jasper trying to move me closer to Riley, so I lean over and place open-mouthed kisses all along his neck. His chest. He tastes clean, like how fresh laundry smells. Rather surprising for a hippie.
As I reach for the button on Riley's jeans, he sticks his hands underneath my shirt and softly rubs my sides. My body reacts by curling slightly inward at the tickle of his touch, but I focus on relaxing and let him pull my shirt off over my head. As his hands return to my sides, I immediately go back to the button on his pants. Unbutton. Unzip. He lifts his hips off the couch so that I can slide the jeans down over his hips.
And there, underneath it all, Riley is wearing quite possibly the funniest thing I've ever seen. He's got on these tiny shiny briefs that say "How Many Licks Does it Take?" on them. I try, I really try, to maintain my composure. I mean, we were having a pretty sexy moment there. But then, from over my shoulder, Jasper chuckles under his breath. I snicker. He chuckles again, and by then Riley's eyes are open, and he's looking down, and we all just die laughing.
When he's regained composure, Riley tries to explain himself. "Laundry day."
I raise my eyebrows in question, still giggling. "Laundry day will never explain why you even have those in the first place, man."
"Okay, fine. They were a gag gift from J two years ago for Christmas, and he pouts when I don't wear them every once in awhile. So, I brought them out today to make him happy."
"Ha ha. Well that's very sweet Riley, but I'm afraid those are going to have to go." I stick an index finder in the non-existent waistband on either side of him and pull them down and off. He's gone slightly soft from our distraction, so I take him in my hand and stroke slowly, gently.
"Fuck. God, that looks amazing, Edward. Keep doing that and then suck him." Jasper has moved to the edge of the coffee table in front of us, I'm assuming for a better view of the show. He's got his hand on the button of his own jeans, so I can only imagine what his plans are as things progress.
Without hesitating, I lean over and wrap my lips around the head of Riley's dick, just enough to get it wet. Get a taste. Feel. God, does he have a pretty penis. It's not huge like Jasper's and it isn't thick like mine, but it's perfect. Pretty, with it's veins and pink hue.
"Don't tease him now, E. Suck it. Now." Jasper must be getting off on this shit because he's become suddenly demanding.
With that, I take his cock by the base firmly with one hand, place the other on his inner thigh, and suck. Long, hard pulls where I take him as far down as I can, followed by several short, shallow licks. Repeat. Over and over until I hear moans from both Riley and Jasper.
"Fuck, Edward. Shit. That feels so good. I'm gonna…stop. Please fuck me. Stop." Riley may be shy and he may not speak often, but it seems when you get him hot, he knows exactly what he wants.
I pull off of him roughly and look over at Jasper, questioning. He takes his hand out of his boxers and stands up abruptly
"Come on. Let's go to the bedroom. More space. I want to watch you two fuck. Hard."
Jesus. This is it. It's all going to happen again, but this time I'm the one in control. The anticipation makes my cock strain impossibly harder. Because I've still got my jeans on, I unfasten them as we walk down the hall and step out of them once we've entered the room.
Jasper goes to the nightstand and pulls the same bottle of lube and condoms out of the top drawer, while Riley is already scooting on to the middle of their enormous bed. I move toward him slowly and pull my boxer briefs off before sitting on the edge of the bed next to his legs.
Once we're all three naked and comfortable, I resume with the kissing from earlier. Neck, chest, nipple, stomach. I stroke him softly, and he reaches for my cock, taking it in a firm grip.
Christ, that feels amazing, but if we don't get this thing going, I'm going to come all over his hand. Wouldn't that be embarrassing? I reach for the bottle of lube, open it, and put some in my left hand. Using the little puddle to coat two fingers on my right hand, I massage them gently around his entrance, then slowly push one finger inside. Riley and Jasper have been kissing during this process, and I can't help but stare at their mouths, tongues twisted in passion.
As Riley groans into Jasper's mouth, I add another finger and slowly move them. In. Out. In. Apart. Out. He's writhing against my fingers, and I know he's ready for me, so I pull a condom off the strip and tear the package open. I stroke myself a few times, watching as Jasper breaks apart from their kiss and props himself back against the headboard. He's stroking his dick, and I can't help but watch that huge thing for a few seconds. Mesmerized.
I roll the condom on and move closer to Riley. He's lying on the bed next to Jasper's legs and has both knees up in the air, feet flat on the bed. Ready. Waiting. Watching to see what I'll do. It's amazingly sexy being with them both like this. I lean over his body, but bypass his lips and instead stretch farther over to suck on Jasper's nipple.
"Fuck, E. That feels good, but I want you to fuck Riley. Please. I want to see your cock deep in his ass while he jerks himself off."
I nearly come at the visual J has created but backtrack across Riley's body and position myself between his legs. With one more quick drizzle of lube, I lift his hips slightly off the bed and push into him slowly as he reaches for himself. I move slowly at first, but gain speed as I go, setting a steady rhythm.
There are several mmm's and ahh's coming from all three of us, but Jasper isn't satisfied yet.
"Edward, I told you to fuck him hard. Harder. Do it," he says, voice gravelly and low.
That does it. I start pounding relentlessly into Riley, a handful of an upper thigh in each of my hands. He's moving across the bed with every thrust, pulling and tugging on his own cock and moaning my name.
"Edward. Shit. Edward. Oh God, I-I'm coming." And with a long final moan, hot cum spurts all over his chest. I thrust harder, faster, less in rhythm and more erratic, seeking my own release.
As I'm pounding, Jasper leans over Riley from the side just in time to shoot his own semen all over Riley too. Watching him pushes me over the edge, and I thrust two more quick times before pulsing inside Riley.
"Shit," I make out before dissolving into a long groan, coming hard. I close my eyes and fully feel the ecstasy of release. When I open them, Jasper and Riley are kissing. Not rough, lustful kisses like before. No, these are soft, intimate kisses. Kisses that say "I love you" not "Let's fuck."
I slide off the bed, panting, and catch my breath from the floor. Pulling off the condom, I grab my boxer briefs and jeans and head for the bathroom to clean up. Remembering my shirt, wallet, and phone are in the living room, I grab them and pull the shirt on before returning to the bedroom with a towel for Riley. They are still kissing. Deeply. Lovingly. I pause, hesitating.
I was an active participant tonight, but now I just feel like a spectator.
ooOOoo
Now before you get all "poor sad Edward" on me, let me tell you that I see this going maybe 12 chapters and there is no reason to feel bad for sweet little Edward. He'll fuck and be fucked and maybe even find love along the way. Who knows?
A short note on socks: I had several people ask about the sex sock talk from my o/s. A few even thought this was written by TeamBella23 because of the socks. So if you thought you were voting for the author of McFearless, I apologize. You're stuck with me instead. And to TB23, I meant no harm. Seriously. I'll lay off the socks! ;)