Chapter 10

Chapter

Ten

HUCK

Silas has an ass that begs to be marked. By my hands. My teeth. My cum. Hunger coils in my gut, need roiling in waves through my body. Ava curls her legs to wrap around Si’s shoulders, her feet resting against my thighs where I’m pressed against the back of his. She pokes her adorable little toes into my legs, and I know she’s close to climax. Pride blooms in me as my lovers enjoy one another.

Just as Si drives my wife to her first orgasm of the day, I press the tip of my lubed forefinger against the tight furl of his pucker. Lube, of course, makes things slick, but the way his body relaxes to receive my entrance stokes the lust burning me from the inside out. Without words, Silas shows me again and again his trust and desire.

“Fuck, Si. Your ass.” That’s it. The whole sentence. The whole thought. The way the tight heat of his body sucks my fingers deeper inside is pure magic. And yeah, I said fingers. Because despite the years of celibacy I know he’s had, Si’s body is built to take everything I have to give.

“You ready, angel?” I ask Ava.

She meets my stare, Silas’ face still buried between her perfect thighs, and nods. She releases her grip on his hair and raises her arms above her head to grab hold of the headboard, stretching herself in offering to us both.

“Come here, Silas. I need more of you,” she purrs. He glances over his shoulder at me, as if to ask permission, once more. One day, he’ll realize Ava may be my wife, but she wants to be his just as much. She’ll never deny him, and I’ll never get enough of seeing the two of them together.

Ava and I may have gotten a head start in our relationship, but the depth of love for Silas that we share will catch him up sooner than he can even imagine. Starting now, with this. I tip my chin to him, indicating that he should give Ava what she needs.

“Will you…?” The words drift off, but I think I know what he’s asking. He moves forward on his elbows until he can reach her breasts and cup the soft globes in each hand. His fingers pinch over her nipples, making her body writhe and arch under him. I keep the three fingers I’ve worked into his ass in place, twisting and scissoring them to prepare him for my not small girth. I’m careful to avoid his prostate, knowing too well how easily it would tip him over the edge.

“Always,” I assure him. I reach my open hand to his cock, guiding it to tap and slide over Ava’s drenched pussy. My knuckles bump against it, too, and her broken cries of pleasure make my balls cinch tighter to my body, desperate to unload.

Silas rocks his hips and tries to catch the head of his cock at her opening, but I keep them both waiting an extra moment. Or three. Why? I guess because I’m a bit of a control freak, or maybe, just enough of a sadist that I want to see how desperate we can get before our bodies take over.

Finally, after torturing the two of them enough to satisfy my dark need for control, I notch him at her entrance and use the fingers buried in his ass to push him into her. He’s hilted inside her with a single thrust, and I use my hips to keep him motionless, remaining still enough to keep him on the knife’s edge of release. I know he’s close. The muscles of his ass milk my fingers in time with the pulsing of his balls against the back of my hand.

He whimpers when I withdraw my fingers but leave my hips in place to block his ability to fuck into Ava the way I know he needs to.

“Damn,” he groans, “Huck, don’t make me beg.”

“That’s not what you want to call me, is it?” We haven’t discussed limits, but I feel confident enough to give the side of his ass a spank that cracks through the room and lights a fire in Ava’s eyes. I know all too well how much my wife likes the feel of my hand on her ass. If she’s envying Silas right now, she can trust she’ll get her chance to feel my palm soon.

“Sir!” he yelps. “Please, I’ll come if you don’t fuck me soon.”

His barely masked panic makes me grin, but the sight of his hole flexing invitingly steals any humor from the moment. I’ve waited years for moment, and it’s finally here. I’m damned if I won’t cherish every second of it.

I give my dick one last stroke from my freshly lubed hand. There’s no way I’ll risk tearing Si in haste to get inside of him. When I’m slippery enough I can fuck into him without injury, I angle myself to his opening and press against the tight furl of muscle.

“Relax for me, Si. Let me in. I belong inside you. Now, bear down and let me in.” The flex of his body relaxing and then pushing against me feels like a kiss to the head of my dick while I push steadily against him. Into him. Until I’m seated as deep as I can get, my hips flush to his taut backside.

There’s a pause. A stillness before the storm reaching its zenith inside all of us. Ava cranes her head from the pillow to kiss Silas, her hand reaching past his waist to clutch at mine. The three of us are connected in this moment of absolute perfection. I lean forward and whisper a promise against Silas’ ear, a vow of forever if he wants it.

“Love you. My boy. Always.” The words make him shiver, and the clench of his inner muscles around my painfully throbbing cock sends me hurtling toward climax.

I snap my hips back, drawing almost all the way out of his gripping heat before steadily driving back into him. Every thrust is mirrored into Ava until our grunts and moans create a melody rivaling any played by The Assembly in their years of chart-topping hits. Over and over until the first one to shatter is my wife, her orgasm dragging Silas with her into bliss.

His ass clamps around me so tightly I’m locked in place, being milked by muscles so strong I’m helpless to withhold my cum. It pumps from me in blinding pulses, over and over, until my eyes cross and I have to pull myself from his heat and slump to the side, so I don’t crush them both.

“I love you, Huck. Forever. Ava, for always. I’ll love you for always.” Silas’ is winded and shaking from the force of his orgasm, but his eyes are as clear as his words as he stares into mine.

Beyond the door of this hotel, the world spins and carries on with the day. None of it matters, though, because the two people I want to spend the rest of my life loving are right here in this bed with me.