18. Nash

18

NASH

C olt’s been acting cagey ever since that night we jerked off to porn together. I thought it was obvious what my video selection meant, but he’s holding back.

It’s not like I didn’t know he had those desires. We’ve been best friends for years, closer than brothers. I know every inch of his body, every quirk and tic. But that night confirmed what I’d always suspected—he wants me. And, while I never really considered it before Flora came along, I want to explore that dynamic with him.

And now, as I lie in bed next to Flora, I can’t stop thinking about it. About him. About us.

Flora’s soft breathing fills the dim space, her naked body curled up against mine. She’s so gorgeous and innocent, yet she embodies a beautiful strength. Our three-way dynamic has become something special, something I never want to let go of. But there’s still a missing piece, a void only Colt can fill.

My mind wanders back to that night, the way he groaned when I put on that porn movie. Two men fucking as they shared a woman. It was hot as hell, and I could see the desire in his eyes. But afterward, he acted like he was ashamed.

I shift, careful not to wake Flora. It’s insane, but I want Colt. The idea of him taking me the way he does Flora drives me crazy.

Dammit, why can’t he just see? Why can’t he accept that we could have it all?

Reaching out, I run my fingers through Flora’s soft golden hair. She stirs but doesn’t wake, her face relaxed. I glance at the other side of the bed, where Colt lies, his broad chest rising and falling steadily. He’s so close, yet so far. My body aches with desire for them both.

Colt’s not sleeping, either. His intense blue eyes meet mine, and my heart skips a beat. No doubt he’ll be able to see the turmoil in my eyes.

“You okay?” His deep voice rumbles.

I want to tell him how I really feel, how I wish we could just?—

“Will you two stop messing about and just kiss already?” Flora’s sleepy voice interrupts, her words laced with amusement and frustration.

I freeze, suddenly aware of how close to the line we are.

Colt hesitates. I see the conflict in his eyes. Flora shifts between us, her warm body pressing against mine.

“I—” I start, but my voice trails off.

Colt sits up, the sheets falling away to reveal his naked chest covered in beautiful ink. I know every inch of his body, but he feels like a stranger now.

“Kiss him,” Flora murmurs, her voice thick with sleep. She reaches out, her hand resting on Colt’s cheek, then trailing down to his shoulder, caressing the spot that always aches after a performance. “Please.”

Colt looks at me, his eyes searching for permission.

I lean forward over Flora, my lips hovering just inches from his. “Yes,” I whisper. “Kiss me, Colt.”

The moment hangs suspended, thick with anticipation. Flora finally breaks the silence, her voice laced with desire. “Kiss him, Colt.”

I shift closer to him, wanting to feel the heat of his skin against mine.

“Go on.” Flora’s voice is firmer now, her hand reaching to stroke his chest. “We both know you want to.”

Colt takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, he leans forward, closing the distance between us. Our lips touch, and everything around us fades away.

His mouth is warm and soft, and I taste the hint of mint on his breath. My lips part, inviting him in, and our tongues dance in a slow, languid rhythm.

I thread my fingers through his hair, deepening the kiss. I feel his big, rough hands land on my back, pulling me closer. Our naked chests press together, and I can feel his heart pounding.

We break apart, breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. Flora watches us, her eyes sparkling.

She shifts on the bed, her legs tucked beneath her. “Now I want to see more.” Her voice is playful yet demanding. She’s fucking sexy when she gets all bossy. “Both of you, get on your knees facing each other and rub those beautiful dicks together.”

Her words echo in the trailer, bold and demanding. We’re frozen for a moment, caught between desire and uncertainty. But then, slowly, Colt and I get onto our knees before each other, our dicks already bumping together. His piercing is cold against my skin.

I trace the contours of his face, remembering the first time I laid eyes on him. He was so full of anger and hurt, but I saw the raw vulnerability beneath it all. My fingers skim the intricate tattoos on his chest.

Colt’s eyes are dark with desire as they hold mine, his breathing shallow. I shuffle closer, our bodies pressing together as we share our heat.

I lean in, our lips meeting again, hotter and more desperate this time. Colt moans, and I swallow it as our tongues tangle. He slides a hand into my hair, fisting it and pulling me closer. The kiss grows more frantic.

I mirror his movements, our cocks sliding against each other, the friction of his piercing against my skin sending sparks of pleasure through my body. Our hips move in sync like we’ve been doing this for years. I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation.

Our lips part, and I trail kisses down his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands roam over my back, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

Our cocks continue their dance, the friction building to an intense heat. I feel Colt’s hands on my hips, guiding me, our bodies moving in a sensual rhythm.

Colt leans into me, our chests flush, and I feel the heat of his skin against mine. His breath tickles my neck, sending a shiver down my spine as he whispers, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“I know,” I reply, my voice hoarse with desire.

“Fuck, Nash,” Colt groans. “You have no idea how hard I am right now.”

I chuckle. “I have a pretty good idea, considering I feel every inch of you.”

Flora’s voice cuts through the moment, thick with desire. “You guys are so fucking hot together, and I’m so wet.”

I glance over at her, taking in the sight of her fingers sliding in and out of her glistening core. Her eyes are dark with lust, fixed on Colt and me as we grind against each other. “Beautiful, aren’t you, little bird? You’re the reason we’re here.”

Colt’s hands tighten on my hips as he also watches Flora. “She’s our missing piece, isn’t she? Fucking beautiful.”

“So fucking beautiful,” I agree. “But she’s not the only one who’s wet.” I fist my dick as precum spills from the tip. “I bet you both want to taste me, don’t you?”

Colt’s eyes darken. “More than you know.”

“Well then,” I purr, “how about we take turns tasting each other? No better way to start than with a good, old-fashioned blowjob.”

Flora moans at the suggestion, her eyes glittering with excitement. “Fuck yes,” she breathes. “I want to see you both go down on each other. And I want to join in.”

Colt growls, his hips bucking against mine. “Eager little angel, aren’t you?”

Flora bites her lip. “Just imagining it turns me on.”

I lean closer to Colt. “You first, Colt. I want to see that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.”

He doesn’t hesitate, his eyes burning with desire as he sinks to his hands and knees in front of me. His hot breath ghosts the tip, and then the wet warmth of his mouth engulfs me. I groan, my head falling back as he swirls his tongue around the head of my cock.

Colt’s skilled mouth works its magic, his tongue and lips teasing me with just the right amount of pressure. My fingers weave through his hair, guiding his movements, and I moan softly when he hollows his cheeks and takes me deeper.

I open my eyes, my gaze locking with Flora’s as she watches us. Her eyes are hooded with lust, her fingers moving faster on her clit as she bites her lip. “God, it’s so hot seeing you two like this,” she breathes. “Keep going, Colt. Make him come for you.”

Colt hums around my length, sending vibrations through me that have my toes curling. I tighten my grip on his hair, thrusting gently as I encourage him to take more. “Fuck, Colt, that feels so damn good.”

Colt takes his time, teasing and tasting, driving me crazy. I feel his tongue swirling around the head of my cock, his lips tight around me, and I know I’m not going to last long.

“Fuck,” I groan. The trailer is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the wet, filthy noises of his mouth on my cock and Flora plunging her fingers into her cunt. I feel my orgasm building, coiling in my stomach, and I know I’m close.

“That’s it, baby,” Flora encourages. “Come for him, Nash. Let him swallow every drop.”

Her words push me over the edge, and I gasp as I explode into Colt’s mouth. My eyes squeeze shut as I ride out the waves of pleasure, my hips bucking as Colt swallows my cum.

Colt sits back on his heels, a satisfied smirk on his face, and I realize I never want to see that smug look disappear. I want to keep that expression on his face for the rest of our lives.

Then, I realize he has my cum in his mouth. He gestures for Flora to move toward him.

Flora licks her lips, her gaze fixed on Colt’s mouth. She crawls over to him on her hands and knees, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. My heart pounds in my chest as I watch them, knowing they’re sharing my cum. It’s intimate and filthy and drives me fucking crazy.

“Shit,” I mutter. “You two better swallow,” I growl. “Don’t waste a single drop.”

Flora pulls back from Colt. “Already done.” Her eyes are sparkling with mischief.

Colt smirks at me. We’ve crossed a line tonight, a threshold neither of us ever thought we’d cross.

“Fuck, Colt,” I breathe, unable to contain the rush of emotions coursing through me. “That was?—”

“I know,” he interrupts. “It was everything I’d imagined and more.”

We look at each other momentarily, lost in the intensity of what just happened.

Flora’s voice cuts through the moment. “You two are so cute. Now lie down, Colt, and let Nash taste you.”

Colt groans, his dick as hard as steel and leaking. I guide Colt onto his back, his broad shoulders tensing as he braces himself against the mattress.And then I kneel between Colt’s legs, taking in the sight of his thick, pierced length. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him and claiming him with my mouth, but first, we can’t leave our girl.

“Flora, my sweet little bird,” I murmur, reaching out to stroke her thigh. “I want you to sit on Colt’s face. Let him taste you.”

She bites her lip. “You want me to?—”

“Ride his face,” I finish for her, my voice low. “Use that gorgeous body to drive him wild. Show him what a beautiful, powerful woman you are.”

Flora doesn’t need to be told twice. With a sultry smile, she moves into position, her legs straddling Colt’s face as she lowers herself onto his waiting mouth. Her eyes squeeze shut as she settles onto him, his tongue already teasing her.

Colt’s hands grip her thighs, holding her in place as he feasts on her. His deep groans vibrate against her, and she shifts her hips.

I lean forward, nipping at Colt’s inner thigh as he eagerly devours our girl. My mouth hovers over his length, and I lick slowly through the slit, tasting his precum. “You taste amazing,” I murmur, my breath ghosting over his swollen flesh. “But I bet you will feel even better deep inside me someday.”

Their moans harmonize, stirring the air around us with need. I swirl my tongue, teasing Colt as I play with his piercing. After a few moments, I take him into my mouth. My attempt to take him deep makes me gag immediately. I’ve never sucked a dick before, and it’s going to take a bit of practice.

His hands tighten on Flora’s thighs, his thumbs digging into her soft skin. “Fuck, Flora, your pussy—so sweet.”

She moans, her body trembling above him. “Don’t stop, Colt. Keep licking me just like that.”

Colt’s back arches as I take him deeper. His hips thrust gently, his length sliding smoothly past my lips.

“Shit, Nash,” he groans, his voice muffled by Flora’s body. “I’m close, real close.”

I hum around him, my eyes locking with Flora’s as she rides his face. Her hips move in a steady rhythm. She’s close, too, so tantalizingly close.

Colt’s mouth falls open, his breath quickening. “I’m gonna come, Nash. Fuck, I’m?—”

He bucks his hips, his release hitting the back of my throat. I swallow, relishing the taste of him. He fills me, his essence coating my tongue, and I hum in satisfaction.

“Fuck,” he pants, his body tensing beneath Flora as he takes a breather. “That was—intense.”

Flora’s eyes are closed, her breath quick and shallow as she rides out her pleasure. “Oh God, Colt. Please don’t stop.” He returns to taste her with even more determination, and soon enough, she’s shuddering above him. “Fuck, yes! I’m—” She cries out, her body trembling as she comes, her juices flowing over his tongue. Colt groans, lapping up her release.

I stroke Colt’s thigh, his skin warm under my palm. “That was incredible.”

Flora shifts onto her side beside Colt and pulls him to face her. “It really was.” She kisses his mouth softly, tasting herself on his lips.

He smiles at her, his hand reaching up to tangle in her hair.

I’m struck by the moment’s beauty—we’ve become more than friends and lovers. We’ve become a unit, a tribe of three bound together by trust and desire.

Flora rests her head on Colt’s chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. “I feel like I could spend the rest of the night doing that,” she murmurs.

Colt chuckles, his hand stroking her hair. “I know the feeling, angel. But we’ve got a big day tomorrow. We should probably get some rest.”

I run my hand through his sweat-dampened hair. “He’s right, Flora. We’ve got a lot to prepare for the Christmas show.”

I watch as Flora shifts, stretching like a contented cat. “Middle again?” she asks, already knowing our preferences.

“Always,” I murmur, helping her settle between us. Colt takes his usual spot on her right while I claim the left side.

Flora turns on her side facing me, and Colt curls around her from behind, his arm draping over her waist. His fingers brush against my stomach, sending a pleasant warmth through me. I reach out, threading my fingers through Flora’s hair while my other hand finds Colt’s where it rests on her.

“Perfect,” Flora sighs, nuzzling into my chest. Her breath tickles my skin as she settles, and I feel Colt’s grip tighten.

Our bodies align in a way that feels natural. Flora’s warmth radiates between us, and Colt’s steady breathing creates a rhythm that soothes my racing thoughts.

I gently kiss Flora’s forehead, then brush my fingers through Colt’s hair. He hums contentedly, the sound vibrating through all three of us.

“Sleep well,” I whisper, feeling the day’s weight settling over us. Flora’s already drifting off, her breathing evening out, while Colt’s grip remains steady, anchoring us all together in this moment of peace.