Chapter 42

Sawyer

I knew I was coming home to an empty house. Asher is having last-day drinks with his colleagues, and I dropped Reece off at home fifteen minutes ago. Still, entering the darkened space, I hate the emptiness of it.

I don't bother with the lights, sinking into the couch, instead, rolling my neck to loosen some of the muscle coiled there. And from where I'm sitting, I take in my surroundings, appreciating the life I have.

I always wanted this life. Most people dream of leaving rural Iowa for the convenience and excitement of the city. Not me. Even as a sixteen-year-old boy, I knew that all I would ever want was someone to call home – a person, not a place – and a quiet place for us to lay our heads at night. Asher gave me the home I wished for. He is where I lay my head at night. He could have had anything in the world. Lived in any city he chose. He was intelligent enough, talented enough to do whatever he wanted with his life. And he chose me. He chose this quiet life and made me the happiest man on earth.

Now, he's choosing again. I want this for him. It makes me happy to do this with him. For him.

And we'll be happy. The three of us.

I send Asher a text to tell him I can pick him up if he has too many drinks. He texts back to say he can't wait to get out of there and it's outrageous for Reece to sleep at his apartment on the first night of summer vacation. I remind him that the rest of us still have to work, and he's got two months of football camp, so he's not exactly on holiday. The group chat explodes with Asher telling Reece he'll pick him up in thirty minutes.

"Don't you want Sawyer's dick tonight?" his last text says.

They arrive home together forty-five minutes later. Asher is sober, looking like he needs to fuck me with that LINKSFIELD EAGLES cap he got turned backwards, and Reece looking like he's the one who went drinking with his friends. The dim light coming from the hallway does nothing to hide his pink cheeks and swollen lips. His t-shirt is pulled to the side and a deep purple smudge on the side of his neck looks fresh and lovely against his skin. My eyes shift to Asher, whose lips are wet and pink from use. I'm instantly hard, and, for a moment, I'm paralyzed by my response to where my husband's mouth has been. My husband, who has never once judged me or denied me anything, who loved me even after I confessed my desire for another man, now stands in front of me with Reece's saliva coating his lips. And I'm overcome with lust and love and need. For him, Asher. For Reece, who had his mouth on my husband just moments ago.

I move, deciding at the last minute to greet Reece first. His mouth opens beneath mine. Warm and soft. I reach out to pull Asher closer, my palm rubbing his concealed erection. He groans against the side of my neck while I fuck his lover's mouth with my tongue. Our lover. Sliding my hand to the back of Reece's neck, I weave my fingers into the hair at his nape, pulling.

"More," Reece whispers breathlessly.

Asher joins me, scraping his teeth over Reece's chin, licking up the side of his face and biting his cheekbone. "Always, Reece," he whispers.

"Asher," Reece groans into my mouth. My husband's name on this man's lips takes my breath away.

My cock is hard, hot; my balls aching for him and the man next to me. "Fuck me, Sawyer," he whispers against my lips. "Please. I need you to fuck me." He can't breathe.

The muscles low in my belly clench, his words settling deep in the pit of my stomach, anticipation rising as I imagine being inside him tonight.

I slide my palm off Asher's crotch to cup Reece's cheek. "How do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?" I ask, biting along his smooth jaw. Remembering how he loves my rough face, I graze my cheek against the side of his clean-shaven face, rubbing two days of scruff gently over his skin. He groans, lifting his face and turning into me, seeking a harder scratch. "Ah, fuck, Sawyer. Any way you want," he chokes out. "Every way you want."

"Fuck," Asher breathes, lifting his face from my neck to gaze at Reece. He puts his thumb between my and Reece's lips, separating our mouths, and slips it into Reece's mouth. I turn to press my lips to Asher's wrist while he pets Reece inside his mouth.

Reece's eyes are closed, and his head is tipped back, and Asher is running the pad of his thumb over his lips. Round and round over those precious lips, parted now and blowing out short gasps.

"Any way he wants? Every way he wants?" Asher whispers. His mouth hovers over Reece's.

"Yes." His breath hitches and his eyes drift open to latch onto Asher's face. "Any way you want him to. Every way you want him to."

Asher devours him. It's a split second, and he's got Reece backed up against the wall behind us, his mouth on him and his hands working his belt.

"He'll split you open with his big fucking cock," Asher hisses.

"I need that big fucking cock so fucking bad," Reece says, and that drives Asher wild. He yanks out Reece's belt, dropping it to the floor. I reach over, fumbling with Reece's zipper until I have his cock in my hand, hot and heavy and dripping with pre-cum.

"You're dying for it? Sawyer's hot cock?" Asher growls, bringing his hand down to join mine and swiping his thumb across Reece's crown. He pauses their kiss, turning his drugged eyes to me. "Come here, baby."

I step closer, lifting my face to Asher. He coats my lips with Reece's essence, then bends to seal his lips over mine. "Fuck him on the living room floor," he tells me. "The bed's too small."

"Sawyer," Reece moans, dropping his forehead to Asher's chest. "Please. Now."

Asher shifts to give me space. "Fuck, I need this ass," I mutter, my voice low and thickened with lust, my hands sliding around his waist to slip into his pants. I squeeze his ass cheeks, pulling them apart and squeezing some more. Then, I lift him, bringing his legs around my waist. His arms circle my neck, tightening, his naked cock between us, hard and begging. I don't know if I'll last long enough.

I drop us onto the thick carpet in the living room and Asher drops his body onto the wingback. His legs are spread wide, one hand palming his still-concealed cock and the elbow of his other hand propped up on the armrest, his thumb at his lip, stroking lightly while he watches us with those hooded eyes. His hips flex with each stroke of his palm over his cock.

Reece is spread on the floor, his cock resting against his stomach, his thighs wide open and his hips lifting for me. I rip his clothes off him, yanking down his pants, taking them off along with his shoes in one quick sweep as he gets rid of his t-shirt.

I rock back on my knees, my breath catching. To the side, where Asher has the perfect view, I hear him inhale sharply. I rise, standing above Reece, my feet planted between his spread legs. My eyes travel the length of his body as I undress, discarding my clothes slowly.

Reece's nakedness is spread across the plush carpet and all I can do is stare at that pink-flushed body, the dark brown nipples, teasing me from those slightly raised pectorals, that Adam's apple sliding against the skin on his throat, his lips, parted and waiting. His eyes, looking up at me, wild with desire. The head of his cock is flushed, glistening with his pre-cum and he flexes his cock, drawing a low groan out of me. He bends his knees, lifting his hips high in the air, offering me his cock.

Asher groans. "Fuck, Reece. Do that again." When I look over at Asher, he's got his cock caged inside his fist, pumping slowly. His clothes are half discarded, and he's still got that cap on his head.

Reece lifts his hips again, gyrating into the space between my body and his.

"Turn around now. Do that with your ass."

I smirk. Asher is so fucking turned on.

Reece obeys him and my balls ache, and I'm ready to sink my cock into that ass. He drops his chest to the floor, his thighs spread wide, and his ass high in the air. Fuck. Those ass cheeks are spread open and his asshole is on display for me and Asher. "Fuck," I groan, when he reaches a hand back to hold one cheek open, and then, moves that hand further back to slip his middle finger into his ass. I've never seen such a beautiful thing before. Then, he fingers his hole with two middle fingers, and I decide that that is the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever fucking seen.

It's a performance to last the ages. Reece, spreading his hands out in front of him and rotating his ass, offering me his asshole like a gift.

I drop to my knees in front of that ass, giving the left cheek a hard slap for dancing so well for us. Then I grab both cheeks, spread him apart and give him a good lick from his big balls to the upper crack of his ass.

"Aahhhh, fuckkk," Reece slurs, so I do it again. The slick sounds of Asher's cock pumping through his fist fuses with Reece's grunts and moans and I move with the music, slapping kisses over Reece's lovely asshole and then digging my tongue into that pucker. And when neither of them can stop moaning, I give Reece a few more long, messy licks and then I bury my whole fucking face into his ass, eating him and sucking him like he's the last ice cream on earth.

"Put your cock in me," Reece moans from the floor. "Please, Sawyer. Please."

I want to give him everything. Scour the earth for precious things and present them to him as gifts. I want to be that servant who goes to the end of the earth for his prince, his greatest joy found in the giving and not the receiving. But Reece's begging also makes me want to withhold everything from him so I can admire and drown in his great need for me. So I can be the hero he thinks I am. So I can be good for him. Good enough for him.

Like a king on his throne, Asher's voice, low and commanding, cuts through the air. "Fuck him, Sawyer." He tosses me a bottle of lube. I catch it mid-air.

Reece lowers his ass, whimpering when I drizzle the liquid all over his flesh. I line my cock up with his hole, unable to breathe for a second. What a gorgeous hole.

"No, sweetheart. Turn him over. I want you to watch his face when you fuck him."

Reece shifts onto his back, lifting his thighs to wrap around my neck. "Give me all that cum, Sawyer," he says in a voice filled with gravel and sex and lust and want and need. "I want to feel your cum dripping out of me when you're done." He pulls me closer. "And when you're done, I want Asher's cum inside me mixing with yours."

Fuck. I ease into him, turning my face to press a kiss to his ankle. Then, I drop my body to his. My arms are tucked underneath his thighs to keep his legs up and I pump him in short, hard strokes. His body slides up on the carpet with the movement, but fuck, I don't care how hard I'm fucking him. He loves it and I love it and Asher—

Asher's warm, naked body presses into mine from behind, his hand firmly pressed into the small of my back. "You like that, Sawyer?" he whispers into my ear. I get enough of a glimpse of him to know he's kept his cap on.

"Fuck, yeah, baby. This ass is fuckin' heaven."

"Harder, baby. Faster. I need you to fill Reece up. I want to feel all your cum when I fuck him next."

"Yes, Ash. Fuck, baby. He's so amazing." I slide in and out of Reece's ass, slowly at first, then I'm pumping him so hard again I really might split him in two.

"Pull out," Ash says suddenly.

Reece whines and I groan.

"Pull out, baby," Asher repeats.

I pull out. It's agonizing and excruciating and—"

"Blow Reece, baby, and give me your ass."

Yes. Yes. Yes. I slide down Reece's body, hastily swallowing his cock, Reece's fingers digging into my scalp and my ass in the air for Asher.

Asher's tongue licks at my ass, a long, thick drag over my hole. I choke on Reece's cock trying to moan my pleasure, and Reece lifts his hips for more of my mouth.

The sounds are drugging. My moans, Asher's harsh inhales and exhales. Reece's vulgar chants for more, more, and fucking more.

Asher's hands spread over my ass, lubed fingers slipping into my hole periodically, and finally, at last, that glorious crown, breaching me.

I press my hand to Reece's lower belly, feeling the jerks of his stomach as he tries to control his orgasm.

Ash buries his dick inside my ass, massaging my ass cheeks with his big palms and then striking my flesh. The strike bites and I groan around the cock in my mouth, rotating my ass, begging for more. He smacks me again, and then suddenly pulls out, dropping to put his mouth on my ass once more. His tongue digs into my hole and I can't hold on much longer.

Ash's beautiful mouth leaves my ass and moves up to Reece, and I follow, lifting Reece's thighs again and hooking my arms under his knees to put my dick back in his ass, and, fuck, I'm about to blow when Reece turns his head and opens his mouth, silently asking for Asher's cock. My body is strung too high, my muscles tight with anticipation and the need to come but, fuck, not yet. Asher fucks Reece's mouth, coaching him. "Open wider, Reece. I know what a dirty, little whore you can be for my cock. Wider, sweetheart."

Reece just moans around Asher's dick, trying to get between our stomachs for his cock. It's all so vulgar and mesmerizing, and Reece loves it, and I love it.

I join in Asher's torture. "Such a good boy," I whisper in his ear. "Open wide like a good boy."

Reece half turns his head to me, but he can't because he's got a mouthful of Ash's dick. "Such a lovely, pretty slut for Asher," I taunt.

Reece's stomach rolls against mine, his muscles contracting.

Asher pulls his cock out of Reece's mouth. "You almost there, baby?" he asks me.

"Yes. Yes," I pant.

"Come, baby."

I fuck into Reece wildly and forever, and then I'm letting go deep inside him, and when the last jerks of cum are squeezed out of me, I pull out slowly, sliding down his body quickly. Some of my cum is already dripping out of him. I push the string of white liquid back into his ass with my thumb, making sure my semen remains inside him as Asher moves between his thighs.

And then, Asher fucks him.

We are only men made of flesh and blood and not stone. Asher has only a few strokes in him before he's filling Reece up again and Reece's dick is in my mouth, deep inside my throat and he's painting my vocal cords with his spunk.

I lift my head with Reece's semen in my mouth. Asher drops his head to Reece's hole and when he rises again, his lips are stained with our cum. It's obscene and it's beautiful. It's what no decorum is. It's what no shame is. It's what we are.

Reece pulls us closer, sandwiching himself between us. He parts his lips, and we spit all that cum into his mouth, and then collapse on either side of him.

Asher pulls his cap off, and I lunge across Reece, dumping it back on his head, turning it backwards. "In the name of God, I now christen this cap. From now on, every time Asher Cameron wears this cap backwards, may it be known that he wants to fuck."

Reece, this cum-covered sweetheart, grins at Ash. "You look hot, Coach," he slurs.