Vamprotica 2006 Part 17

The heat was suddenly gone from Jonathon's c.o.c.k and he groaned. When he reached down to stroke it, Kain's hand stopped him. Then those fingers wrapped around him and Jonathon thrust into Kain's fist.

"Come for me," Kain murmured on Jonathon's lips.

A sharp jerk of his hips and Jonathon shot, body shaking as s.e.m.e.n coated Kain's hand. Dropping a kiss to his lips, Kain sat back and licked his palm clean. Jeremy crawled onto the bed then, handing Kain a bottle of lube. Kain stretched out on the bed beside Jonathon, then poured a generous amount of the clear gel over his c.o.c.k. He stroked it slowly and Jonathon moved to straddle him, sinking down onto his lover's sweet p.r.i.c.k. Kain gripped his hips and groaned, easing Jonathon down.

"Oh, f.u.c.k," Jeremy whispered. "Talk about one h.e.l.l of a show."

Jonathon felt Jeremy move behind him. A hand slid up his spine and he stretched out on top of Kain, losing himself in another sweet, almost tender kiss.

"Love you," he whispered.

Kain smiled on his lips. "Love you, too. Ready?" Jonathon nodded. "Jeremy, go slow."

"No problem."

Jonathon closed his eyes and rested his forehead on Kain's shoulder, sighing as Kain stroked his back, his sides, his shoulders, helping him to relax. Two slick fingers slid along the stretched skin of his hole, then pushed slowly inside, sliding alongside Kain's c.o.c.k. Someone gasped, but Jonathon was so wrapped up in the sensations that he had no idea if it had been him or Kain. h.e.l.l, it might have been Jeremy.

"More?" Jeremy asked. Jonathon nodded.

A third finger joined the first two and Jonathon bit back the whimper, resisting the urge to push back. This was one time he was going to have to take things slow. Jeremy worked his fingers in and out, sliding along the stretched skin, sending unG.o.dly sensations straight up Jonathon's spine. Then the fingers disappeared and something larger rubbed where Kain and Jonathon met.

"Ready for me, Jonathon?" Jeremy asked breathlessly. Jonathon nodded and took a deep breath. "Easy and slow."

The whimper slipped free as Jonathon's body stretched even more, swallowing the head of Jeremy's c.o.c.k. The second it popped inside, Kain groaned, fingers tightening on Jonathon's hips. Jonathon was aware of nothing but the intense mix of pleasure and pain in his a.s.s as Jeremy pushed deeper. Stretched more than he ever thought possible, Jonathon began to shake, sweat beading on his skin when he felt Jeremy's hips come flush with his a.s.s.

"Oh, my f.u.c.king G.o.d," Jeremy groaned. "It's just... Oh, f.u.c.k."

Jonathon could barely nod. The world was spinning, his only hold on reality was Kain's touch, those strong hands holding down when all he felt like doing was flying. He almost missed Kain asking him if he was okay. He finally nodded, whimpering when the need to shift nearly did him in. When Kain shifted, however, Jonathon lost all control.

"Oh, f.u.c.k..." He lifted his head, staring into those deep blue eyes. "Kain!"

With a nod from Kain, Jeremy started moving, sliding in and out slowly, hips rotating and grinding on every push in. Every time one of them pulled out, the other slid in. Locked in Kain's stare, all Jonathon could do was ride them, ride the near-overwhelming build-up within him.

"Don't stop," Jonathon panted, shaking his head quickly. "Oh, my G.o.d..."

Everything inside him snapped at once. Jonathon literally screamed for the first time in his life as his o.r.g.a.s.m crashed over him, dragging him under in the most intense rush he had ever felt. Kain was right there with him, hips snapping as liquid heat pumped deep inside him. It was soon a chain reaction, and Jeremy was coming, adding to Kain's release. Two c.o.c.ks throbbing deep inside him sent Jonathon reeling over the edge again and his own c.o.c.k jumped and pulsed, coating both his stomach and Kain's.

Jonathon had no idea how much time had pa.s.sed. All he felt was emptiness as both men pulled out slowly, one after the other. He was eased onto his back on the bed and a few minutes later, wet warmth slid over him, cleaning him. He was vaguely aware of a body beside him and he instinctively nuzzled close. The moment he did, he realized it was not Kain's body. A heartbeat thundered near his ear, waking another hunger he had managed to ignore.

"Hungry?" Jeremy asked him, fingers stroking through his hair. Jonathon nodded. Jeremy slid down slightly and then a pale throat was bared to him. "Please."

"Yes." Jonathon pulled himself up enough to reach and peppered the sweet skin with kisses before biting down. A gasp met his ears and he moaned as thick, rich blood flowed over his tongue. He drank it down, wanting to drown himself in it. Something...felt right.

When he had taken enough, he licked the wounds closed and settled back down. Another body slid against his back and a strong arm wound around his waist, holding him close. Jonathon slid his hand down, lacing his fingers through Kain's. When Jeremy's arms encircled them both, Jonathon suddenly had the feeling that this would not be the last time.

Having woken up alone, Jonathon slipped on his robe and started down the hall. He could hear Kain's voice, but no one else. Kain? On the phone? Now that was new. The man hated telephones. Jonathon peeked around the corner and found Kain leaning back against the kitchen counter. He was definitely on the phone.

Jonathon walked into the kitchen and gave him a curious look. Kain smiled and slipped an arm around his waist, holding him close. Jonathon could hear the other person on the phone and instantly recognized the voice.

"Jeremy," he mouthed with a smile. Kain nodded and kissed him softly.

"We'll give you a call later," Kain said. "Jonathon is awake." A few minutes later, an odd sort of smile settled on Kain's face. "We did, too. Take care." He pressed the b.u.t.ton to hang up the phone and set it on the countertop before sliding his other arm around Jonathon's waist.

"Was kinda disappointed," Jonathon admitted. "I was hoping to wake up sandwiched between you two."

Lifting a hand, Kain tucked a strand of hair behind Jonathon's right ear. "What would you say if I told you that it was a possibility, if we want?"

Jonathon closed his eyes, sighing as he leaned into the gentle touch. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want that." He opened his eyes and stared into Kain's blue ones for a long moment. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"I do," Kain said with a nod. "And you know I love you too, Jonathon."

"But..." Jonathon smiled slowly, knowing they were on the same page with this one.

Kain smiled and pulled him in for a soft, slow, easy kiss. When it ended, he pressed their foreheads together. "He's definitely interested in a repeat."

"Really? That's cool." Jonathon tried to distract himself by kissing Kain's neck, but every time he inhaled, the strong scent of Kain was mingled with another man's. Another man Jonathon knew he himself wanted. A hand under his chin tilted his head up to meet Kain's gaze.

"I think he wants more than just a simple repeat, Jonathon," Kain said.

Jonathon blinked, then closed his eyes. "I don't want to do anything that might f.u.c.k up what you and I already have, but..."

"But...?" Kain prodded.

Opening his eyes, Jonathon said, "But I want him, Kain. There's something about him, something I want so badly." He shook his head, feeling like he was not quite making his point.

"You think you're the only one?" Kain asked him. "You are my heart and my soul, Jonathon. But I agree; there is something about Jeremy that I so desperately want to keep, to wake up to every evening. Both of you by my side."

"Does he know any of this?"

Kain shook his head. "Not yet, but I suspect, with time, we will find that he feels the same. Call it a gut instinct."

"You think so?" Jonathon grinned and traced a slow line over the bare chest in front of him, following a line of dark hair to where it disappeared beneath the waistband of Kain's jeans.

"You just got f.u.c.ked into the mattress and you're h.o.r.n.y again?" Kain teased him.

Jonathon shrugged and leaned in, sucking a nipple into his mouth. "Maybe," he mumbled around the small bit of hardening flesh. Kain groaned and gripped Jonathon's hair, pressing his face closer.

The phone rang again and Kain answered it, obviously trying not to sound like someone was on their knees in front of him. Jonathon chuckled and shifted, then unfastened Kain's jeans, tugging them down the muscular thighs. Kain's c.o.c.k, hard and leaking, bobbed out and Jonathon waited until Kain started talking.

"Yeah, we're fr... Oh, f.u.c.k."

Kain groaned, breathing heavy into the phone as Jonathon sucked him down to the root. d.a.m.n, whoever was on the other line was certainly a lucky son of a b.i.t.c.h to be hearing this.

"Door's un..."

Kain gasped, hips thrusting forward. Jonathon chuckled and pulled back, circling the head of Kain's c.o.c.k with his tongue. Kain finally rested a hand on Jonathon's head, stopping him from moving at all.

"Door's unlocked," Kain said. "Hurry." He looked down and winked. "Or you'll miss one h.e.l.l of a b.l.o.w.j.o.b."

"Jeremy," Jonathon murmured on the tip of the hard flesh as he stroked the shaft. He smiled. "So, let's give him a show."

Kain set the phone down and slid the fingers of both hands through Jonathon's hair. Jonathon relaxed his throat and let Kain take the lead, f.u.c.king his mouth with long, slow strokes. He stroked his hands up and down Kain's thighs, tracing the muscles as they flexed with every thrust. When he heard the front door open, he hummed around Kain's shaft and began sucking on the tip.

"Jonathon!" Kain bucked into his mouth, fingers tightening in his hair. Jonathon purred and sucked, smiling around Kain's thickness when he saw a man just out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh, h.e.l.l yes," Jeremy said. Jonathon heard a belt hit the floor, then came the sound of pants sliding down. "Mm. h.e.l.lo again."

The words became m.u.f.fled and Jonathon looked up, never missing a beat as he sucked Kain harder, watching Kain devour Jeremy's mouth in a heated kiss. A groan rumbled from Kain's chest and then he was coming, shooting liquid fire down Jonathon's throat. Jonathon moaned softly and licked Kain clean. As soon as he pulled off, Kain pulled him to his feet and into a mind-blowing, three-way kiss.

"Well, now this is my idea of a 'h.e.l.lo,'" Jeremy said.

Jonathon watched as Jeremy stroked his c.o.c.k. He wanted that; wanted to swallow him down, let Jeremy's taste mix with Kain's. G.o.d, he was f.u.c.king hopeless. He didn't even know the guy's last name and he was already smitten. When he looked up to Kain, he met the blue gaze, one that reflected his every thought, every emotion, back at him.

Sliding over, Jonathon moved Jeremy's hand away and replaced it with his own. He touched his tongue to the slit, then slid it around the head, just tasting and exploring. Jeremy's fingers played in his hair, holding it back for him, ma.s.saging his scalp slowly. When those hips started to move, driving the c.o.c.k deeper, Jonathon moaned softly. He sucked a finger into his mouth, then parted Jeremy's thigh. He teased Jeremy for a minute, rubbing his fingertip over the puckered skin then he eased his finger inside.

"Oh, yeah," Jeremy breathed. "Where the f.u.c.k did you learn how to suck a c.o.c.k?"

"He's good," Kain chuckled, dropping a kiss to Jonathon's head.

"Yeah." Jeremy jerked as Jonathon gave the head of his c.o.c.k a sucking kiss. "Oh, f.u.c.k yeah. Not gonna last much longer..."

Determined to drink every last drop, Jonathon curled his finger and stroked it over Jeremy's prostate. Jeremy came with a shout, unloading a torrent into Jonathon's mouth. Jonathon took the opportunity and nicked Jeremy's c.o.c.k with one of his fangs. As blood mixed with s.e.m.e.n, he groaned and drank, lapping up every bit he could. As Jeremy softened, Jonathon willed the wound to close with his tongue then he stood "Don't leave," Jonathon whispered.

Jeremy tugged him close, tongue slipping into his mouth to share in the taste. "Don't wanna."

"Good," Kain murmured.

Jonathon shifted to the side and then there were three tongues, three mouths, all working in concert to drive each one of them completely insane. If Jonathon had any say in it, it would only be the first play session of the evening.

THE END.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR.

Kay Derwydd Kay is an odd bird. Her tastes in nearly everything are highly eclectic and change regularly depending on her mood. When it comes to writing, however, they tend to remain static. She specializes in writing gay (m/m) erotica, but has also written several m/f pieces. Most of her stories fall into one or more of the following categories: Vampires, Horror, High Fantasy, Sword & Sorcery. She also has written several Slice-of-Life pieces, and a few BDSM/Fetish pieces.

She lives in Delaware with her partner and their two toddlers. They live roughly ten minutes from the Atlantic Ocean and the beach boardwalk, both of which inspire many stories, especially during the summer when the guys are scantily clad in tight shorts and T-shirts are very rare sights.

Kay also writes as Mychael Black.

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