17. Hartley

17

HARTLEY

There was an excellent possibility no matter which way I turned in bed, I’d connect with a very naked, very hot body. They were easy to tell apart. Vail had little hair on his chest while Jordan had enough for me to run my hand over without being too much. There were also the small scars on Jordan, which I felt now and then as my fingers continued to glide over his body.

Vail rolled, putting his arm around me from behind. He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck while Jordan captured my fingers and dragged them down until they were on his dick. He already had precum leaking from the tip.

Most mornings we were hard and ready to go. Sometimes it was me getting up before them, so I didn’t get to partake in the fun. Jordan was usually the first one up, always having something to do, somewhere to go. Vail rarely rushed out of bed. Though, lately, he’d been getting up with us so he could work on the space Jordan gave him in the building.

When I came home and found Vail cooking and Jordan working, I thought it was just another day, but then Vail told me about the cabin. He couldn’t even finish the story. Jordan had to. God, what I wouldn’t give to wrap my fucking hands around Gil’s throat and choke the life out of him. He was taunting Vail, knowing damn well how deep he could burrow into his head. What better way to fuck with him than to worm into his mind when Gil couldn’t physically touch him.

Once I was told about the cabin, Jordan mentioned the space downstairs he wanted Vail to use. The longer Jordan talked, the more the smile bloomed on Vail’s face. I wanted to see him that happy all the time. And now I could make him smile before I got out of bed.

My hand wrapped around Jordan’s dick as I pushed back against Vail, slotting his dick in my crease. It didn’t take much coaxing before he thrust against me, his arm tightening around me. Panted breaths beat against my neck. Sweet kisses rained on my skin.

Jordan rolled toward me, taking my leg in his hand so he could lift it over his thigh. Vail released me long enough to grab one of the many tubes of lube we had so he could slick his fingers and press them inside me. We didn’t need words or directions. We’d done this countless times. I wasn’t always in the middle. It could be Vail or Jordan, depending on how we fell asleep the night before. Or it could just be two of us. Sometimes I woke up, and it was just me. I had enough visions of them in my head to take me over the edge with nothing more than my slick palm to get me off.

With me stretched and thoroughly lubed, Jordan positioned himself and slid home, not stopping to give me time to adjust, pushing as deep as he could go on the first thrust.

“Fuck me,” I moaned when he was all the way in.

“I intend to,” Jordan murmured, his lips coasting over my jaw.

Vail shifted his hips enough so his dick slipped below my ass, sliding against me and Jordan to find the friction he desired. Jordan reached around me until I felt him press Vail firmly to us. They weren’t both inside me, but they were using me to find their pleasure. Vail used to top before us, but it wasn’t what he preferred. Since being with us, he said he’d never felt freer. There was no judgment here, no this way or that. We each got what we wanted and how we wanted it.

With his hips snapping forward, Jordan fucked me good. Then Vail’s hand wrapped around my dick, and it was like lightning shot through my body. I couldn’t do anything but hold on as pleasure built within me.

It was Vail who came first, stiffening beneath me, bathing us with his cum. Jordan pulled his hand away. He painted my lips with Vail’s cum, pushed two fingers into my mouth so I could taste Vail. I sucked and lapped at Jordan, bit down on his fingers, hoping he’d keep them where they were until I came.

He did better. He moved them in time with his hips like he was fucking my mouth and my ass. Vail still jerked me, kept going, not letting up.

I moaned around Jordan’s fingers as I came hard, my body moving, pushing into Vail’s hand. I knew when Jordan came because he pressed in closer, as near as he could get, and removed his fingers to push his tongue into my mouth. Vail’s cum mixed with our saliva, heightening the experience until our bodies slowed, and we calmed while our hearts still raced.

There wasn’t a time when I didn’t feel truly loved by these men. Ever since we made it official, when we both moved in with Jordan and joined our lives, I didn’t feel left out once. Whether it was Jordan and me or Vail and me or all three of us, we moved in sync. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.

Vail was the one to leave our sweaty pile of limbs first, standing from the bed, holding his hand out for me so I could peel my body from Jordan’s. His dick wasn’t still in me, but he didn’t let me go. Jordan gripped my hips and dipped his head to press the flat of his tongue to my stomach and lick a stripe up my body to the top of my throat. No man had ever been animalistic with me before Jordan. Sex brought out a raw side of him, where he wanted to touch, taste, and feel everything.

The three of us stood, although my legs were a bit shaky. Jordan started the shower, the spray nice and warm, bordering on almost too hot, when we stepped in. Thank fuck for rich men and their big showers. I could live in this thing. I wasn’t a guy who searched for the wealthy. No one could say I chased Jordan for his money. I wanted him from the start, sure. He was the one who moved me into his house though. He was the one who told me I was his. I didn’t chase, simply made my intentions known. It was Jordan who came to me. Vail, well, Vail was a very pleasant surprise.

Life had a way of putting us where we were meant to be. I was meant to ride Jordan’s dick and fuck Vail until my own dick couldn’t rally. I was meant to take care of and love them, especially the sensitive part of Jordan where my finger pushed just the tip in.

“Hartley,” Jordan growled against my lips.

“Your ass was there, and I like it when my fingers are inside it.” I’d never push Jordan where he didn’t want to go, but he enjoyed it when we played with his ass. Maybe one day he’d want us to fuck him. If not, that was fine too. I had plenty of fantasies about burying my dick in that firm backside of his. Jesus, my dick jumped just thinking about it.

Vail stepped up behind me, his fingers sinking deep. We didn’t thoroughly clean yet. Now I was getting hard and wasn’t leaving without getting off again.

Jordan dropped to his knees, the water cascading over his face as he peered up at me. This was one of my favorite ways to see him, knowing he only left himself open and vulnerable with Vail and me.

Instead of putting my dick between his lips, I took a firm hold of it and started jerking myself. Reaching behind me, I gripped Vail’s hip, pulling him to my side until he was next to me, then jerked him too. Both of my hands were getting a workout, but I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to.

Vail reached the wall and shut off the shower. “I want to see our cum land on your lips, Jordan. I want to paint that beautiful face of yours.”

Jordan didn’t utter a single word, simply parted his lips and stuck his tongue out. With his hand on his dick, it was obvious he liked the idea as much as we did.

Grabbing the body wash, Vail dropped a bit on our dicks so my hands could glide easier. Faster and faster I went, desiring to do what Vail said. Our cum belonged on Jordan. He was ours and I wanted to see proof on his face.

I came first, my knees nearly buckling. The first splash landed on Jordan’s cheek. He turned his head, so the next one got his mouth and nose. Spurt after spurt hit him before Vail gripped Jordan’s chin and turned him. Vail came with a shudder, his cum joining mine. He dragged his fingers through our combined mess, rubbing it into Jordan’s skin, coating him in our cum.

“Oh my god,” I gasped at the sight. My knees gave out that time, but Jordan caught me. He didn’t lower me to the tiled floor. His face pressed to my stomach so he could rub it against me, coating me well, then did the same to Vail.

We were dirty again and I couldn’t find it in myself to give a single fuck.

Vail turned the water back on. This time, we actually cleaned ourselves and kept our hands to our own bodies.

We emerged from the shower; the bathroom steamed to the point we couldn’t see our reflections in the mirror. The marble floor felt good when we exited the bathroom and the cooler air hit us. My feet were still blissfully warm, thanks to the heated floors.

Jordan’s phone vibrated on the nightstand. It was a common occurrence. Someone always wanted to talk to him. He answered, “What?” It didn’t matter that we’d just come twice. Jordan’s mood could change rapidly, especially when he was torn away from us.

Jordan slowly turned, his eyes going from Vail to me. “We’ll be right down.” He returned the phone to the nightstand. “Forest is here.”

“What?” I yelled. “He didn’t call. I thought he’d at least tell us when he was on his way.”

“Does it surprise you?” Vail asked, pulling a heather gray Henley over his head.

“No, but also yes. I didn’t think he’d actually come.” Forest showing up without a call first wasn’t surprising. He told us he wanted to move here. Was he, or was this a vacation?

Going to the closet, I pulled out a pair of pale pink slacks and slipped a white sweater over my head. I guess I wasn’t going to the studio today. Or I was and taking my brother with me. Who the hell knew?

Jordan texted Raiden to tell him to let Forest up.

The last time I saw my brother was at my grandfather’s funeral. That was before Forest left. Before he got lost in his sorrow while I dug out of the debt my grandfather left.

Every step I took downstairs, the angrier I became until I seethed. Forest left me to handle shit while he flew back to California. He didn’t ask how I was or check in on me. It was like I didn’t exist.

So, when I saw him get out of the elevator, I didn’t hug him; I slapped him.