Dazed, I walked into the bedroom. The shower ran in the en suite a few moments longer before it switched off. Needing one myself, probably even a cold one, I made my way into the bathroom. Easton stood outside the shower drying himself. He saw me and smiled.

“How do you think it went? Do you think he’ll disappear into the night or will he be here in the morning?”

Chuckling, since Easton was just as worried about Parker running off in the night as I had been, I kissed him quickly and reached around him to open the shower door. “I think he might just surprise us and stay.”

“What makes you say that?”

“He just told me he enjoyed it.”

Easton spun to face me. “Really?” He smiled wider.

I grinned. “Yeah. I’m guessin’ you liked it as much as I did?”

“You’re hot on your own, but having him watch and then watching you kiss him…” He shook his head. “It was fucking hot.” He moved the towel away from himself. “Look.” He nodded down at his dick sticking out, ready and hard.

I shoved my jeans down, my erect dick springing free.

Easton moved into me. “I could jump in the shower with you.”

I smiled, nipped at his neck, and said, “In bed.”

He turned and made a beeline for the bedroom. “Hurry up then,” he called. My chest felt like it’d grown bigger, wider with the amount of fucking happiness coursing through me in that moment. Parker had watched Easton and me. He hadn’t looked disgusted or scared at the time. Never disgusted, but somewhat scared at the end. More than that, though, he’d also stared at us, mesmerised with raw desire. His cock had already been hard when he’d walked into the house. I’d been surprised I’d lasted as long as I had, having been so close to coming when Easton and I kissed with Parker watching.

Parker.

He’d kissed me like he wanted to devour me in the best way possible. Christ, the noise he’d made, the ones I’d eaten with my mouth on his. My dick throbbed from thinking of them.

This was Parker.

Hell, he was in the room next to us, and I was about to ask Easton something with him not far from us. Fuck me, I even wanted him to hear us.

I started to get myself ready for Easton and nearly blew my load when images of what happened in the living room wouldn’t stop playing over in my mind. So I shut off the shower, quickly dried myself and walked from the room naked. With the light from the en suite, I easily saw Easton lying on his back with his eyes on me. I went over to the bed and slipped between the sheets. Resting my elbow on the bed, I placed my head on my hand and grinned down at him. Honestly, I couldn’t stop smiling, and it seemed Easton was having the same problem.

“That really happened?” I asked.

“It did.” He nodded.

I slid my hand to his stomach. It trembled under my touch. I glided it down and found him still hard. “Need something from you,” I told him.

“Hmm, what’s that?” He smirked.

I kissed him, and said, “Want you to fuck me.”

He stilled. His eyes darkened, his nostrils flared. “Roll over,” he ordered, and Christ, his harsh tone went right to my balls. I didn’t offer it often because I loved being inside Easton and he enjoyed it even more. Still, there were times I needed it, and right then was that moment.

After a quick kiss, I rolled over, resting my head on my curled-up arm. My shoulder ached and tugged a bit, but I ignored it. Instead, I listened to Easton open our drawer; he’d be grabbing out the lube. No condom, never a condom between us since we both knew we were healthy and hadn’t taken another without protection before. I also knew for a fact Parker always wore a rubber as well with anyone else. It was like his religion. No chance did he want little Parkers showing up. It was how I’d let Easton suck him off without talk of it beforehand.

Easton’s hand touched my hip having moved closer behind. “Lay on your back. Let me get you ready,” he whispered.

I shook my head. “Already ready.”

Easton moaned and bit my shoulder. “In the shower?”

“Yeah, babe.”

“But it’s been….”

“Ten years, I know, but I want this.”

He kissed my neck. “Love you, Lan Davis.”

“Fuckin’ love you, East.”

When the blanket moved off him, I looked over my shoulder to see him lathering lube onto his stiffness. He angled towards me and applied more to me. Facing forward, I then heard the tube of lube hit the end of the bed, and Easton shifted closer, pulling the blankets over our waists. Once on his elbow looming over my back, I pushed my arse back onto him and heard his intake of a quick breath when his tip hit and slid into me.

“Fuck,” I moaned and pushed back more.

“Lan,” Easton bit out. He gripped my hip, holding me still while he pushed inside me, past the resistance. I groaned low when his dick hit my prostate.

“Fuck yes,” I clipped. That was what I needed. Him inside of me, feeling him.

Easton moaned and curled his arm under mine to my chest while I placed mine back so I could grab his hip and force him in and out of me faster, harder.

“Lan, slow,” Easton said. “Or I’m going to come.”

“Christ, East. Can’t, need it hard. Want it hard.”

He thrust in hard. We both froze when we heard the door open with a squeak. Easton glanced down, and I looked over my shoulder to see Parker standing there only in his boxers. In the light of the en suite, I saw his chest rise and fall rapidly.

“Ah… God,” Easton moaned.

I’d begun sweating even before Easton shifted back slightly and then pushed back in. I tightened my grip on his hip.

“Parker,” I groaned when Easton pulled out and then pumped in. Parker walked around the bed to my side.

“He fuckin’ you?” he asked roughly.

Shit. Crap. He sounded like he wanted the answer to be a yes, especially with the way his boxers tented, so it was lucky Easton was fucking me. “Yes,” I hissed.

He licked his lips, his eyes on the blanket at our waists. I didn’t say anything, wanting to see what he would do or say. Easton also stayed quiet; instead, he kissed and bit at my shoulder and neck while slowing his thrusts down to glide in and out of me.

“Hell,” I groaned.

Parker reached out and flipped the blankets off us to see Easton pushing his cock in and out of me. Easton didn’t stop either. He kept pumping his thickness in my tight hole while using his mouth on my skin.

“Fuck,” Parker clipped. He reached into his boxers and palmed his own dick.

“I’m going to come,” Easton whispered against my neck. I nodded. I was so fucking close as well from seeing Parker pleasure himself while he watched us.

I gripped the end of Parker’s boxers and pulled them down. They fell to the floor, and we got to see Parker jerking his dick up and down fast. He sucked in a sharp breath.

“Y-yes,” Easton cried, his cum warming my arse as it fired out of him.

“Babe,” I said. I needed to come and I was still so close.

“Lan,” Easton sighed, his thrusts slowing to a stop. He pulled out of me and, in a flurry of movements, he was rolling me to my back with a hand to my shoulder. He flipped the rest of the blankets off the bed, grabbed Parker’s arm and tugged until Parker fell onto the bed on his knees. Easton shifted, gripped Parker’s hip on one side and pulled him so he had no choice but to climb over my leg so he didn’t fall on me.

“W-what the fuck…?” Parkers eyes were wide, his breathing erratic. Still he was somehow hovering over me, a hand to each side of my shoulders. He stared down at me, my spread legs around him, his gaze travelling up to my face with shock.

He hissed, lips pulled back on his teeth as he looked between us. Easton had a hold of his dick and using his other hand, Easton pushed at Parker’s back.

Fucking what?

Oh hell.

Oh shit.

Holy fuck.

Parker’s tip hit my hole. We both froze.

Easton leaned into Parker. Against his ear, he whispered, “Lan needs you to finish him. Fuck him, Parker.”

Parker gulped, closed his eyes, and dropped his head. Easton smiled down at me. He then sucked Parker’s earlobe into his mouth. I saw a flashing of his teeth biting into it. Parker groaned and pushed forward.

“Christ,” I growled. Pain and pleasure shot through me. Pain from him forcing himself in, pleasure when he hit the right spot straight away.

I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me with wide eyes.

“Good,” Easton whispered, before running his tongue down Parker’s neck and back up to his ear. “He liked that. See his eyes, how hot they are for you? He wants you to move, Parker. Move inside of him. Fuck him hard, Parker. Lan wants you to fuck his arse.”

I grabbed Parker’s arms and glided my hands up. One to cup his neck, the other to slide my thumb into his mouth, touch his tongue and then drag it out to wet his lips.

“Jesus,” Parker hissed. He pulled out and thrust in fast, pulled out again and thrust back in. “So fuckin’ tight. Hot, wet.”

“Yes,” Easton said. “He feels great, doesn’t he?”

Parker nodded and moaned while fucking me harder.

“Christ, Parker,” I grunted, digging my feet into the bed, taking him deeper. “Feels so good.”

“What does?” Easton asked.

“Parker.”

“Hear that, Parker? Lan likes the feel of you inside of him. You like knowing that?”

“Yes,” he hissed, and still thrusting, he rested all his weight on one arm and the other, he grabbed Easton and kissed him hard. Easton whimpered into his mouth. I wanted to close my eyes, get lost in the pleasure building so fucking big, but I didn’t. I watched them kiss, followed the sweat on Parker as it trailed down his body and I looked between us. I saw Parker’s hips moving in and out, again and again, drilling his cock into me.

It was too much.

An overload of arousal.

“I’m coming,” I clipped. They broke apart, both looking down to see the first shot of my cum out of the tip, landing on my stomach, spreading, dripping as I tugged the rest out of me.

“Fuck,” Parker growled roughly. His arm dropped from Easton and he fucked my arse harder, staring down at me, clenching his jaw.

“Come, Parker,” Easton whispered against his ear again. “Come inside his arse. He wants to feel it. Fill him.”

Parker unlocked his jaw and snarled out a curse as his cum did as Easton said: filled me.