Chapter 35

Reece

This is it.

This is fucking it. Somewhere in my head, I register the spray of the shower, but Sawyer is too distracting. I don't have enough space in my head to consider Asher getting naked in the bathroom, so I bury myself inside our kiss and nothing matters anymore. Only the taste and the feel of Sawyer's mouth on mine.

I don't know if I can handle the heat but fuck if I'm going to get out of this furnace. Here, I'll burn willingly. Turn myself into nothing but the ashes left behind by this uncontrollable fire.

Sawyer doesn't touch any erogenous part of my body. He's not undressing me. Or himself. "Are we waiting for Asher?" I ask.

"Yesss," Sawyer says, the end of his answer drawn out as I bite into the pulsing beat at his neck, running my hands over his chest and stomach, feeling every ridge of muscle as they contract under my touch. "Fuck, baby. How dirty could Asher be?"

I laugh against his mouth. "He's been in there less than sixty seconds."

"Feels like a fucking eternity."

We slow our kiss down, pausing to breathe but still, breathing is hard. I wrap my arms around his neck, lay my head on his chest, pressing my hand to his heartbeat. It's so safe here. It's too good. I'm afraid. I'm afraid to lose this. "I don't get why you want me, Sawyer," I whisper. "You and Asher are so perfect together. What if I ruin everything?"

He holds me close. "Any one of us can ruin this. But there's no point in borrowing trouble from the future. Right now, everything is right. It's the way it should be. It's perfect. Just accept it for what it is."

My hand moves across his chest. We stand like that for a while.

Yes. It's perfect.

The anticipation of sex is palpable, and I can hardly stand it, but there's also a softness embracing us. Like it's not just about the sex. I feel a kind of intimacy I've never felt before. It's in the way Sawyer is holding me right now, with gentle affection. Like if this is all we ever had, it would be enough. I feel it in the words he whispers against my ear: "You're beautiful, Reece," he says, and I can't help but believe him. "You're so special," he says, and for the first time in my life, it feels like a truth I can accept. That I'm enough. That despite the unconventional nature of our developing relationship, I am special to them, and I'm filled with a profound gratitude, and a longing for them so deep I feel it like an ache in every part of me.

The spray of the shower stops. Sawyer shifts, kissing my temple. "Finally," he whispers.

It's another minute or two before Asher walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist that does nothing to hide his erection. He's staring at me while he lathers his chest with cream in slow strokes. My mouth waters. He smirks when he catches me dipping my tongue over my bottom lip, and biting down on it. It's to keep myself from moaning out loud or worse, dropping to my knees and begging him for something, but I get how it looks.

Sawyer steps away from me, reaching back to remove his t-shirt. I stand, rooted to the spot, watching him take the few steps necessary to reach Asher. Asher's eyes never leave mine.

Sawyer wraps his arms around him from behind. One hand moves languidly up Asher's chest. The other moves south. Asher keeps the knot of the towel at the dip of his groin in place while Sawyer slips his hand beneath the towel. Asher's eyes close for a moment, his head tipping back slightly, and I want to suck his neck while his husband strokes his concealed cock.

"Come here, Reece," Sawyer says. His hooded eyes turn me on several more dials. I move.

"Touch Asher."

Asher grabs the bottom of my t-shirt and yanks it upward, and then we are torso to torso, and Sawyer is pressed against Asher at the back.

Asher pulls my hips forward. With courage from some unknown place, I grind my cock against the towel, feeling Sawyers hand press back as he fists Asher's cock.

I move my hand over Asher's chest, brushing against Sawyer's hand there. Sawyer takes hold of my hand and moves it downward.

My heart hammers. I can't breathe. Guided by Sawyer's hand, I reach down. Asher rips the towel away and my hand makes the first contact with his cock. Help me, God. I'm overcome by my joy. Crushed and turned into nothing because how can I be touching Asher like this?

Sawyer removes his hand for a second, allowing me to take Asher into mine. Then his fingers join mine.

Ah, fuck . Three overly turned-on moans as Asher's groin presses into mine, his hands moving around my hips to grip my ass.

Sawyer's fingers weave in and out of mine as we taketurns fisting Asher's cock.

Asher drops his head, taking my mouth with his. I grind against him as he plunders my mouth, and he yanks the front of my sweats down and releases my cock. Don't come . I beg my body to just fucking hold on. I hang on by nothing but a thread. Asher's fingers brush against my dick.

Sawyer groans, leaving the hand he has entangled with mine and joins Asher's. Fuck . I'm dying and living forever and dying again.

Sawyer's hand moves between my cock and Asher's, brushing, stroking, fisting. My hand remains around Asher's cock as I try to maintain our kiss and my desperate need to keep fisting his glorious dick. His fingers remain enclosed around my cock, and we rock against each other like this.

Sawyer steps away, then drops to his knees on the side of us. I'll come. I swear to fucking God, I'll end this before it even begins because I'm not a man of stamina. I grit my teeth, when Sawyer pulls my sweats over my ass and rolls it down. I pull my lips away from Asher to watch him. He looks up at me with reverence, like this is something precious for him, uncovering my nakedness. I rest my hand on his shoulder, breathing harshly, waiting for him.

Asher runs his fingers through Sawyer's hair, anchoring there. With his eyes still on me and my cock in his hand, Sawyer turns his head slightly toward Asher's body. Asher takes his cock in his hand and . . .

I groan.

He feeds Sawyer his cock. I watch that hard, thick dick slide between Sawyer's lips. He pulls it into his mouth, sucking deeply, his eyes never leaving mine. I pant, unsure of how I haven't yet blown my load, or my brains. Asher drops his head to kiss my neck. I arch into his touch, letting him kiss me however and wherever he wants.

"Put your cock in Sawyer's mouth," he murmurs against my ear.

Oh, God. I can't bear this. I can't bear this aliveness burning through my veins. I can't bear the hotness of my blood and the knowledge that this is real. It's not the sex. It's this unconditional giving . Even this, Asher will share with me. This physical connection, reserved only for them, yet even this, he's choosing to give me.

"Don't you want to be inside Sawyer's mouth, Reece, love?" Asher whispers.

"Yes. Yes," I choke, struggling to separate the overwhelming physical pleasure from the unprecedented acceptance of me. I'm wanted here.

"Yes," I beg. Fuck. Yes. I want it. I want it all and more and everything.

My eyes settle on Sawyer. Ash too, watches.

Sawyer pulls away from Asher's beautiful dick. He looks up at me, leans forward to rub his cheek on my thigh.

"Fuucck." This man is making my dreams come true. The scrape of that scruff is more than I ever dreamed it would be. He opens his mouth for me and I almost come instantly. With shaking fingers, I take my cock in my hand. Asher expels a breath as I feed Sawyer my dick.

I'm not as thick as him but I'm bigger in length. Sawyer has no problems. His lips close over my cock. His hand slinks around the back of my thigh, pulling me closer to his mouth. And he takes me all the way in.

I cry out, dizziness engulfing me immediately. Asher pulls my face to his, swallowing my cries in a kiss that obliterates every shred of my sanity. I'm lost. My mind, shattered by this insatiable hunger for more. While Sawyer sucks my dick, Asher sucks my tongue and I beg inside my head. Please. Please. Please. More.

"I need you to hold on," Asher murmurs against my mouth. His breath lands on my lips, warm and encouraging. "You can."

My eyes fly open to meet his. "You can," he repeats. Because he knows. I don't know if there are many seventeen-year-olds who knew how to edge like Ash knew. He taught me how to control my orgasms after too many times where I would come too quickly.

I nod, breathing deeply through my nose as wave after wave of sensations tumble over my body, desire crashing over me, uncontrolled and overwhelming. I weave my fingers through Sawyer's hair, moving my eyes to watch him widen his mouth and take me so far into his throat his lips press against my groin.

"No matter what," Asher's voice whispers over my cheekbone, "promise you'll hold on." Without looking at him, I nod, making a promise I'm not sure I'll be able to keep. He drops to his knees in front of me.

"Aaah, fuckkkk." My voice is loud and disbelieving. Asher looks up at me, grinning. "You promised." The playfulness in his voice comes racing from the past, colliding with the pureness of the present moment, and I don't think I'll be able to withstand his tenderness.

Sawyer moans around my dick. Asher sinks his fingers into his hair, joining my fingers. Then, he begins to direct Sawyer. Pushing his head until his mouth is flush against my groin, then pulling until I'm almost all the way out of his mouth, and then slamming back down. Suddenly, Ash pulls Sawyer's mouth off me completely and takes me into his mouth.

Jesus Christ . I can't. My spine tingles. I'm going to come. Asher's mouth on my cock is too much. Just too much. I want to cry with joy for this moment, and with sorrow for all the years I missed being with him, and with a deep sense of unworthiness that Sawyer would allow me this moment.

My cock exchanges mouths again, and they take turns with me, sharing my dick, and I fucking swear, it's almost over for me. Two tongues, running up and down the length, two sets of lips, kissing their way to the top, and I can barely keep my eyes open. But I have to. I have to see this to believe it. Ash and Sawyer, kneeling before me. Husbands fucking my cock with their mouths, and I watch them share kisses with each other around my dick, their hands and their mouths all over me, probing and licking, and sucking and groaning with pleasure.

Through the thunder echoing in my ears, I hear Sawyer. "He won't last long, Ash, baby."