Tags: threesome, oral sex (m!rec & f!rec), rimjob, anal sex (m!rec), cuckolding i suppose, friends to lovers
Summary: you mention to jake that chris has a crush on him so you end up inviting him over and watching them fuck :3
The evening air was cool and carried the faint scent of rain. The bedroom window was open just a crack, allowing a whisper of the breeze to dance across the room. You and Jake lay side by side on your unmade bed, the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting a warm, intimate light. Your legs were intertwined with his, and the feel of his body heat was a familiar comfort, like a favorite blanket.
You had just finished watching an episode of your favorite sitcom, the laugh track still lingering in the air like a pleasant echo. The silence that followed was not awkward, but rather filled with contentment. You looked at Jake, his eyes reflecting the flickering light from the TV screen. His hair was a mess from where you'd been playing with it, and a small smile played on his lips as he studied you.
"You know," you began, the words spilling out of you like a secret you hadn't meant to keep. "I think Chris has a little crush on you."
Jake's smile grew wider, his eyes lighting up with surprise and a hint of curiosity. "Really?" he said, his voice low and amused. "What makes you say that?"
You recounted the moments you'd noticed: the lingering looks, the slightly too-long hugs, the way Chris's voice changed when he talked about Jake. Jake listened intently, his gaze never leaving yours. His thumb traced lazy circles on your arm as he digested the information.
"I mean, I think it's pretty obvious," you said with a shrug, trying to play it cool, even though your heart was racing with the thrill of sharing this revelation. "He looks at you in a way that says more than just friendship."
Jake sat up a bit, leaning against the headboard. He was thoughtful for a moment, his eyes distant. "I've never really thought about that before," he admitted. "But now that you mention it..." He trailed off, a smile tugging at his lips.
"So, what do you think?" you asked, feeling a thrill at the prospect of seeing this unfold. “You seem giddy,” you tease, poking his chest.
Jake's expression grew contemplative, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thought. "I don't know," he said slowly. "We've been friends for so long, I just never... But you might be right."
You bit your lower lip, curiosity piqued. "Would you ever... you know, consider it?"
Jake's eyes snapped back to yours, and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. Then he chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. "Consider what?" he asked, playing coy.
You leaned in closer, heart racing. "Consider fucking him," you whispered, watching the play of emotions across his face. Surprise, curiosity, and maybe a spark of interest.
A soft, unintentional groan escaped Jake’s lips. "You mean it?" he asked, his voice low and serious.
You nodded, feeling a thrill run through you. "Yeah," you said, your voice a little shaky. "I think it could be hot. And if you guys are into it, I'd love to see it."
Jake's gaze searched yours, looking for any sign of hesitation or doubt. Finding none, his smile grew, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, if it's something you want to see..." He leaned over and kissed you, a slow, deep kiss that sent waves of heat through your body.
"I'll talk to him," he said, breaking the kiss. His voice was a low murmur, the kind that sent shivers down your spine. "But only if you're sure you're okay with it."
You nodded emphatically, your pulse quickening. "I'm sure," you assured him, your voice steady. The idea of watching the two of them together had been a secret fantasy of yours for a while, and the fact that it could become a reality was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Jake took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "Alright," he said finally. "I'll call him. But remember, if you get uncomfortable at any point, you just say the word, and I’ll stop."
You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. This was a new chapter in your relationship, one that you hadn't anticipated, but the thrill of the unknown was intoxicating. Jake picked up his phone and dialed Chris's number. You watched as he tapped his foot against the bed frame, his body tense with anticipation.
The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before it was finally picked up. "Hey, man, what's up?" Chris's voice was loud and clear through the speaker.
"Just at home," Jake replied casually. "You busy tonight?"
Chris's voice was filled with curiosity. "Not really, why?"
Jake took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "Well.. I was wondering if you wanted to come over and hang out," he said, trying to keep his voice even. "Just the three of us."
There was a pause on the line, and you could almost hear the gears turning in Chris's head. "Sure," he said finally, his tone a mix of excitement and nerves. "I'll be there in a bit."
Jake hung up the phone and turned to you, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This is going to be wild," he murmured, his hand finding its way to the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss.
You nodded, your own heart racing. You couldn't believe what you'd just proposed, but the prospect was undeniably thrilling. "I'll go get some drinks," you said, sliding out of bed. Your legs felt a little wobbly as you padded to the kitchen, the anticipation building with every step.
You pulled three cold beers from the fridge before setting them on the kitchen island. Jake met you in the living room and had changed into a loose T-shirt and boxers, his bare feet making soft thumps against the hardwood floor as he paced. He grabbed a beer from the counter with a grateful smile and took a long pull. His nerves were palpable, but there was also a sense of excitement that you couldn't help but mirror.
The doorbell rang, sending a jolt through both of you. Jake took a deep breath, straightening his shirt before walking over to answer it. You took a moment to calm your racing heart, smoothing your hair and adjusting your own outfit – a simple tank top and shorts that you hoped conveyed casual acceptance rather than eager anticipation.
Chris stepped into the room, his eyes darting between the two of you. He looked nervous, his cheeks flushed, but there was also a spark in his gaze that hadn't been there before. "Hey, guys," he said, his voice a little too loud.
Jake gestured to the couch. "Make yourself comfortable," he said, his voice casual, though you could see the tension in his shoulders. "What's new?"
Chris sat down, his eyes flickering between you and Jake, unsure of what to make of the situation. "Not much," he replied, taking a beer from you with a grateful nod. "Just the usual."
The conversation flowed easily at first, the three of you talking about music and friends and the latest movies. But the underlying tension was unmistakable, a current that thrummed just beneath the surface of your mundane chitchat. You could feel the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air, thick and heavy, like the anticipation before a storm.
Chris took a swig of his beer, his Adam's apple bobbing, and you could see his eyes lingering on Jake's body, tracing the lines of his muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt. Jake seemed equally aware of the attention, his posture relaxed yet slightly more deliberate as he leaned against the armrest of the couch, one hand playing with the hem of his shirt.
The conversation gradually turned to more personal topics, the air in the room growing thicker with every shared secret and lingering glance. You could feel the energy shift, the tension building like the charge before a lightning strike. You make eyes at Jake, trying to get him to take the evening in the direction you had talked about.
Finally, unable to resist the buzz of excitement coursing through you, you leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Why don't you tell him what we talked about?"
Jake's eyes widened slightly before he nodded, his hand gripping yours tightly. He cleared his throat and turned to Chris, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "So, somebody mentioned that you seem to have.. a bit of a crush on me," he began, his voice low yet taunting.
Chris's cheeks flushed a darker shade of red, and he took a hasty gulp of his beer. "What?" he sputtered, playing dumb.
You couldn't help but smirk, taking a sip of your own beer as you watched the scene unfold. "It's okay," you said, your voice gentle and reassuring. "We're all friends here."
Chris's eyes darted to yours, searching for some sign of rejection or ridicule, but all he found was acceptance and encouragement. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling visibly. "Okay," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “So maybe I do."
The air in the room grew still, the only sound was the distant hum of the TV in the other room. Jake's hand tightened around yours, his eyes locked on Chris. "And what do you think about that?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble.
Chris took another sip of his beer, his Adam's apple bobbing again. "I think..." He paused, looking down at the floor. "I think it's complicated."
You could see the internal battle playing out on Chris's face, and your heart went out to him. You gave Jake's hand a squeeze, silently urging him to take the lead. "It doesn't have to be," Jake said, his voice soothing and warm. "We had an idea. Something we thought could be... interesting."
Chris's gaze snapped up, his eyes meeting yours, searching for some hint of what was to come. You nodded, giving him an encouraging smile. "We thought it could be hot if you two... you know." You felt a flush rise to your own cheeks as you said the words out loud.
Jake leaned in closer to Chris, his eyes dark with desire. "What if we just... explored it?" he suggested, his voice a seductive whisper.
Chris's eyes widened, and his grip on his beer tightened until his knuckles turned white. "You're serious?" he breathed.
"Mhm," Jake said, his voice low and velvety. He stood up and took a step closer to Chris, closing the space between them.
Chris's eyes searched yours again, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. You simply nodded, the excitement in your gaze unmistakable. With a trembling hand, he set his beer down on the coffee table and stood up as well, the two of them now just inches apart.
"Okay," he said, his voice barely audible. "But if this is just a joke..."
"It's not," Jake assured him, his own voice thick with need. He reached out and touched Chris's face gently, tracing the line of his jaw with his thumb. "I've thought about it, too, you know."
Chris's eyes fluttered closed, and you watched as a shiver ran through his body. It was clear he was trying to process this sudden shift in their friendship, the line between friends and lovers blurring before his eyes. "What if it changes things?" he whispered, his voice shaking.
Jake leaned in, his breath warm against Chris's cheek. "It might," he admitted, his hand sliding to the back of Chris's neck. "But it could also be amazing. And if it doesn't work out, we'll still be friends. Right?"
Chris's eyes searched Jake's, finding the sincerity he needed. With a shaky nod, he leaned in, and their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. You felt a jolt of excitement at the sight, watching as the years of unspoken tension between them finally found release. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as their bodies pressed closer together. You could see the desire in every line of Jake's body, his muscles tightening as he wrapped his arms around Chris.
You sat back, watching them intently. The way their tongues danced together, the soft moans that escaped their lips, the way their hands explored each other's bodies – it was mesmerizing. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal, your own desires stirring at the sight of the two men you cared for so deeply discovering each other in this new, intimate way.
Jake's hand slid down to Chris's waist, pulling him closer, while Chris's own hands roamed over Jake's chest, his fingertips tracing the contours of his body. Their kisses grew more passionate, more needy, and you could feel the heat in the room rise. Your eyes traveled over the two of them, drinking in the sight, your imagination already racing with thoughts of what might come next.
Chris's hand slid under Jake's shirt, his fingertips grazing the warm skin of his stomach. Jake's breath hitched, and you could see his erection straining against his boxers. You took another sip of your beer, trying to play it cool, but the anticipation was making your own body respond. You set the bottle down with a soft clink, the sound seemingly amplified in the hushed silence of the room.
"Should we go to the bedroom?" you suggested, your voice low and steady. Jake pulled back from the kiss, his eyes glazed with lust as he nodded in agreement. You led the way, the soft light from the hallway spilling into the room as you turned on the bedside lamp. The bed looked inviting, the blankets thrown aside from earlier.
Chris followed closely, his eyes never leaving Jake's back. When you reached the bed, you sat down on the edge, watching as the two men continued to explore each other's bodies. Jake turned to face Chris, his hands cupping Chris's face, and their kiss grew even more passionate, their tongues dancing together in a silent symphony of desire.
Your own heart pounded in your chest as you took in the scene before you. You had never felt so aroused just from watching someone else, but there was something incredibly intimate and erotic about seeing the two men you cared about express their feelings so openly. You leaned back on your hands, your legs squeezed together, feeling the heat between your thighs.
Jake's hands slid down Chris's back, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush against each other. You watched as their hips began to rock together, their hardened cocks rubbing through the fabric of their clothes. The friction was palpable, and the low moan that escaped Jake’s lips sent a shiver down your spine.
With trembling hands, Chris reached for the hem of Jake’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head. His eyes took in Jake's bare chest with a hunger that was almost tangible, his fingertips tracing the lines of his body as if committing them to memory. Jake's breath hitched, and he leaned in for another kiss. The sound of their kisses grew louder, more insistent, and you found yourself leaning in, unable to look away.
Chris's hands slid down to Jake's waistband, his thumbs hooking under the elastic. He paused, looking into Jake's eyes for permission, and Jake nodded, a silent 'yes' that sent a thrill through the air. With a swift movement, Chris pulled down Jake's boxers, exposing his erection to the cool air. You watched as it bobbed free, thick and hard, and felt your own body respond with a jolt of arousal.
Jake stepped out of his boxers, leaving him naked and vulnerable in the soft light of the bedroom. Chris took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes lingering on the curve of Jake's ass, the V of muscle that disappeared into the dark trail of hair leading to his cock. He reached out, his fingertips brushing lightly over Jake's hip, sending a shiver through Jake's body.
Jake's cock twitched at the touch, and he couldn't help but let out a low groan. He reached for Chris's belt, his own hands trembling with anticipation. With a quick motion, he had it undone, and Chris's pants joined Jake's on the floor. His boxers followed soon after, revealing Chris's own hardened length, standing tall and eager.
You watched, breath hitching in your throat, as Chris took Jake in his hand, stroking him gently. Jake’s eyes fell closed, and his head tipped back with a soft moan. The sight was mesmerizing, and you felt your own arousal building, a warm, wet pressure between your legs. You slid your hand under your shorts, your fingers finding your clit, already swollen and begging for attention.
Chris's hand moved with purpose, his strokes growing firmer as Jake's breathing grew more ragged. You could see the pleasure etched on Jake's face, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent plea for more. Your own hand mimicked Chris's movements, your fingers circling and pressing, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
The air was thick with lust, and the sound of skin on skin filled the room as Chris began to jerk Jake off in earnest. You watched, your heart racing, as Jake's cock grew even harder, the veins standing out in stark relief against the velvety skin. You bit your lip, the sight making your own need almost unbearable.
Jake's hand found its way to Chris's cock, mirroring the movements on his own. They stroked each other in a rhythm that grew faster and more frantic with every passing moment. The room was alive with the sounds of their breathing, the rustling of fabric, and the slick noises of their cocks being pumped in each other's fists.
You leaned back on the bed, your hand still working between your legs as you watched the two of them, your voice low and steady as you began to issue instructions. "Take your time," you murmured, watching the passion play out before you. "Explore each other's bodies. Make sure it feels good."
Jake and Chris broke their kiss, both of them panting slightly. They looked at you, their eyes dark with desire, and you could see the question in their gazes. "What do you want?" Jake asked, his voice thick with need.
You leaned back on the bed, watching them with a knowing smile. "I want to see you take it slow," you instructed, your voice low and sultry. "I want to savor every moment of this." You licked your lips, your own excitement growing.
Chris nodded, his eyes never leaving Jake's as he moved closer, their chests brushing against each other. He took Jake's cock in his hand again, his movements deliberate and sure. Jake's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a low moan, his body shivering with pleasure.
"That's it," you coached, your own hand moving faster between your legs. "Make him feel good, Chris. Show him how much you want him."
Chris leaned in, his breath hot against Jake's ear as he whispered, "You're so fucking gorgeous." His hand worked faster, the sound of Jake's pleasure growing louder. You watched, your eyes hooded, as Jake's hips began to rock in time with Chris's strokes.
"Tell him what you like, baby," you encouraged Jake, your own voice a low purr. "Guide him."
Jake's eyes opened slightly, a haze of lust clouding his gaze as he murmured, "Just like that... yeah, faster." Chris's grip tightened, his strokes becoming more confident with each word from your lips. The sight of them together was more erotic than any porn you had ever seen. Their friendship, now laced with passion, was a beautiful dance that you had the privilege of orchestrating.
"Now, kiss him," you whispered, watching the tension in Jake's body build with every stroke. Chris leaned in, pressing his mouth against Jake's, their tongues tangling as their cocks slid together in their hands. The room was filled with the sounds of their muffled moans and the slick, rhythmic sound of skin on skin.
Your hand slid further down, dipping into your wetness, your fingers moving in time with their passionate embrace. "Take off your shirt, Chris," you instructed, your voice a breathy command. Chris broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest. You bit your lower lip, watching the play of muscles as he reached for Jake again.
"Chris, why don't you show Jake how much you've been wanting him?" you suggested, your voice a sultry whisper. Chris's eyes darted to Jake's, seeking permission, and Jake nodded, his breath shallow with anticipation.
With a look of pure, unbridled desire, Chris dropped to his knees before Jake, his eyes never leaving Jake's cock. His tongue darted out, licking his lips as if in preparation for a delicious meal. The tension in the room grew palpable as he leaned in, his hot breath teasing the sensitive skin.
"Take it slow, Chris," you instructed, your voice low and filled with anticipation. "Make him beg for it."
Chris nodded, his eyes never leaving Jake's. He leaned in closer, his warm breath teasing the sensitive head of Jake's cock. Jake's hips jerked slightly, and he let out a soft whimper, his need clear. Chris looked up, meeting Jake's gaze, and you could see the hunger in his eyes.
"Please," Jake murmured, his voice barely audible. The single word was like a spell, breaking the tension in the air. With a groan, Chris opened his mouth and took the head of Jake's cock between his lips, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.
The sight was almost too much for you to handle. You watched as Chris's cheeks hollowed out with each suck, his hand still pumping the base of Jake's cock. Jake's eyes rolled back in his head, his hips moving in a silent plea for more. You bit your lip, feeling your own desire spike as you watched the intimate scene unfold before you.
"Tell him how you like it, Jake," you whispered, your voice thick with arousal. Jake's eyes snapped open, meeting yours with a fiery intensity.
"I like it... deep," he gasped, his hips thrusting forward slightly, urging Chris to take more of him.
Chris complied, his eyes watering slightly as he took Jake's cock deeper into his mouth, his throat muscles working to accommodate the intrusion. You watched, your own hand slowing down between your legs, wanting to savor the moment, as the two men lose themselves in their newfound intimacy. Jake's hand tangled in Chris's hair, guiding him, setting a pace that had both of you on the edge of your seats.
Jake's moans grew louder, his breath coming in gasps as Chris took him in, inch by glorious inch. You could feel the tension in the room tighten with each stroke, the air heavy with the scent of arousal. Your own body responded in kind, your fingers playing a delicate dance inside of you, mirroring the rhythm set by the men before you.
Chris's hand found its way to the back of Jake's thigh, gripping tightly as he took him deeper still. Jake's hand tightened in Chris's hair, his body trembling with the effort to hold still, to let Chris set the pace. You watched, your eyes glued to the sight of Jake's cock disappearing into Chris's eager mouth, the way his Adam's apple bobbed with each stroke.
"So good," Jake murmured, his voice barely audible. You felt a rush of satisfaction at the sound, knowing that you had brought them to this moment of unbridled passion. You slid your hand up to cover your mouth, stifling a moan of your own as you watched Chris's head bob up and down, his cheeks hollowing with every suck.
The sight was too much for you to bear, and you couldn't help but let your own hand stray back to your clit, your index finger circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as you watched the show. Your breathing grew ragged, matching the pace of the two men before you, each of them lost in the moment.
Jake looked over at you, his eyes glazed with lust, and you knew what he wanted. You nodded, a silent agreement passing between the three of you. He stepped back from Chris, his cock glistening with spit, and turned to face you. He sank to his knees, his eyes never leaving yours as he slid your shorts down, exposing your own wetness.
You took a deep breath, feeling the cool air brush against your skin as you lay back on the bed. Jake's eyes never left yours as he positioned himself between your legs, his face level with your pussy. He licked his lips, a silent promise of what was to come. “Hold on," you murmured, your voice low and filled with desire. “Put your ass in the air and let Chris see your pretty hole."
Jake's cheeks flushed with excitement at your command, and he eagerly complied, lifting his hips and presenting his ass to the room. You watched as Chris took in the sight, his own cock jutting out, thick and heavy with desire. You could see the hunger in his eyes as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of Jake's ass.
As Chris's fingertips grazed over his skin, Jake's eyes fell shut, and he leaned into the touch. His breath hitched as Chris's hand moved lower, teasing the tight ring of muscle that was about to be breached. You spread your legs wider, giving Jake the full view, his eyes widening with hunger as he took in the sight of your wet, eager pussy.
With a groan, Jake leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste you. You gasped at the first touch, the sensation electric, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through your body. His mouth was warm and wet, his tongue exploring every inch of your folds with a gentle fervor that had you arching your back and reaching for the headboard.
But you had another idea, one that would take this encounter to new heights. You looked over at Chris, his hand still wrapped around his own cock, watching with rapt attention. "Chris," you said, your voice a seductive purr. "Why don't you join in?"
Chris's eyes darted to you, a question in his gaze. "What do you mean?"
You smirked, feeling a thrill of power. "I want you to taste him, too," you instructed, your voice a seductive whisper. "Show him how much you've been dreaming of this."
Chris's eyes grew wide with excitement, and he dropped his hand from his own cock, moving to Jake's ass. He spread Jake's cheeks gently, his eyes drinking in the sight of his best friend's exposed hole. Jake shivered at the touch, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he felt Chris's breath against his skin.
"Do it," you whispered, your voice a siren's call. "Make him feel as good as he's making me feel."
Chris's eyes darted to you, a mix of excitement and nerves playing across his features. With a nod, he leaned in, his tongue tracing the crease of Jake's ass. Jake's eyes shot open, his mouth dropping into an 'O' of surprise and pleasure. He didn't stop licking your pussy, but you could feel his body tense up, his movements becoming more urgent as Chris's tongue danced around his hole.
You watched, your own arousal spiking, as Jake's body reacted to the dual sensations. His hips thrust slightly into the air, silently begging for more. Chris took the hint, his tongue pushing past the ring of muscle and into Jake's tight warmth. You could feel the vibration of Jake's moan against your clit, and it sent you spiraling closer to the edge.
As Chris explored Jake's ass with his tongue, you reached down to tangle your fingers in Jake's hair, gently pushing his face deeper into your pussy. He moaned again, the sound vibrating through you, and you felt the first waves of an orgasm beginning to build. "That's it, baby," you murmured, your voice a low growl of approval. "You’re doing such a good job for us.”
Jake's tongue swirled around your clit, his movements becoming more deliberate and precise as he tasted your growing arousal. His mouth was a warm, wet heaven, and you could feel your toes curling with every flick and lick. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he feasted on you, his hunger palpable.
Meanwhile, Chris's tongue delved deeper into Jake's ass, exploring every inch of him with a gentle fierceness. You watched as Jake's body tightened, his muscles clenching around Chris's tongue, and you knew he was close to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of your own moans and the wet, intimate noises of Jake's mouth on your clit, punctuated by Chris's occasional groan of pleasure.
"Fuck," Jake murmured against your clit, the vibration sending sparks through your core. "It feels so good."
Chris's tongue continued its relentless assault on Jake's hole, his own cock now bobbing in anticipation as he listened to the symphony of pleasure escaping the two of you. His breath was hot and heavy against Jake's skin, and you could feel the tension in the room build with every stroke of his tongue.
Jake's eyes remained locked on yours, the connection between you palpable as he lapped at your clit, his tongue moving in a steady rhythm that had you panting. The sensation of Chris's tongue in his ass was driving him wild, and he took out his pleasure on your body, his mouth working tirelessly to bring you to climax. You could feel his own need building, his body trembling with the effort to hold back, to focus on giving you what you needed.
But the moment had come for the next step. "Chris," you breathed, your voice a siren's call. "Make him yours.”
Chris looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of love, lust, and determination. He nodded, understanding what you meant, and moved behind Jake, who was still eagerly licking and sucking on your clit. You watched as Chris lined up his cock with Jake's now-prepared hole, his hand trembling slightly.
“Make him scream our names,” you whispered, your voice thick with desire as you watched Chris position himself behind Jake.
Chris took a deep, shaky breath, his hand still gripping Jake's hip as he aligned his cock with Jake's waiting hole. Jake's eyes fluttered shut, his body tensing in anticipation. You felt your own orgasm building, the sight of the two men about to become one too much to handle. "Do it," you urged, the words barely a murmur. "Take him, Chris."
With a low growl, Chris pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching the tight ring of muscle. Jake's eyes flew open, and he let out a sharp gasp, his body stiffening momentarily before he relaxed into the sensation. You watched as Chris's cock disappeared into Jake's ass inch by inch, the look on Jake's face a mix of pleasure and pain that had you on the edge of your own climax.
"Oh, fuck," Jake turned his head to moan into your inner thigh. "It's so big."
“Did I tell you to stop? Keep going, Jake,” you demanded, your voice filled with a mix of lust and command. Jake nodded, his eyes never leaving yours as he resumed his ministrations, his tongue swirling and flicking with renewed vigor.
Chris pushed in deeper, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he tried to be gentle despite his own urgency. You watched as the two of them found their rhythm, Jake's body rocking back and forth between the two of you, a silent symphony of pleasure. "You feel so good," Chris murmured, his voice strained with effort. "So fucking tight.”
Jake's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth still working on your clit as he took Chris's cock with a mix of pain and pleasure. His body was a canvas of sensation, and you could see the emotions playing out across his features - the surprise, the joy, the raw, unbridled lust. "Oh, God," he moaned, his voice muffled.
You grab a fistful of his hair, pushing his face further into your pussy. "Don't you dare fucking stop," you gasped as the pressure continued to grow.
Chris's thrusts grew deeper and more demanding, his cock sliding in and out of Jake's tight hole with ease as he grew more comfortable with the sensation. Jake's moans grew louder, muffled against your skin, and you could feel the vibrations of his voice resonate through your body, pushing you closer to the edge.
"Harder," you panted, your eyes locked with Jake's. He nodded, his eyes glazed with pleasure, and you felt him push back into Chris's cock with more force, taking him deeper with every stroke. The sight of them together, the sounds of their passion, and the feel of Jake's tongue on your clit were driving you wild.
Your own hand found its way to your breast, tweaking and pinching your nipple as the tension coiled tighter within you. You watched as Chris's hips snapped forward, his cock disappearing into Jake's ass, only to pull out almost entirely before slamming back in again. The wet, slapping sounds filled the room, mixing with Jake's whimpers and your own cries of pleasure.
Jake's tongue worked faster, his movements more frantic as he felt the beginnings of his own orgasm building. You could see his body tense with each thrust, his muscles standing out in stark relief as he took Chris's cock. The sight was so erotic, so intimate, that it was almost too much to handle.
You felt the first spasm of pleasure ripple through your core, your orgasm cresting as you watched the two men lost in each other. "Fuck," you cried, your eyes squeezed shut as the waves of pleasure washed over you.
Jake's tongue never ceased, his movements becoming more frantic as he felt your climax build. Chris's hand found its way to Jake's cock again, stroking him in time with his thrusts. The room was a symphony of moans and gasps, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the walls.
The orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body arching off the bed as you screamed out Jake’s name. The world narrowed to a single point of light, a blinding explosion of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. You felt Jake's tongue flicking against you, the sensation sending aftershocks through your body as you rode the wave.
As your climax subsided, you opened your eyes to see Jake's own orgasm building, his body tightening around Chris's cock. You watched as Chris's grip on Jake's hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his breathing ragged.
"You're so close, aren't you, baby?" you whispered, your voice a soft caress in the heated air as you try to catch your breath. Jake nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he rode the edge, his tongue still working softly on your sensitive flesh.
Chris's strokes grew more erratic, his hips slapping against Jake's ass with an urgency that spoke of his own impending release. "I'm going to cum," he panted, his voice strained with need. "I want to fill you up."
Jake's response was a muffled moan of pleasure against your pussy, his body shaking with the effort to hold back his own climax. The sight of them, so lost in each other, was almost too much to handle.
Chris leaned down, his hand gripping Jake's shoulder as he whispered, "Do you want it, Jake?"
Jake nodded fervently, his eyes never leaving yours. "Yes," he breathed, his voice a ragged plea. "Please, fill me up, darling."
Chris's eyes flashed with desire, and he slammed into Jake one last time, burying himself to the hilt. Jake's body tightened around him, and he felt the warm rush of Chris's cum fill him. The sensation sent him spiraling over the edge, and he came with a guttural moan, his cock pulsing between Chris's fingertips. You watched, your own breathing still erratic, as the two men found their release in each other, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
Jake's orgasm was a thing of beauty, his whole body shaking with the force of it. His cum shot out in thick ropes, painting your stomach and thighs with warm white streaks. You felt your own pussy clench in response, the aftershocks of your own climax mixing with the sight of them. Chris's eyes rolled back in his head, a look of pure bliss on his face as he continued to pump into Jake, filling him up until he had nothing left to give.
Jake collapsed onto the bed, his body spent and trembling. You looked down at him, a mix of awe and satisfaction on your face.
"You liked that?" you asked, your voice a sultry purr.
Jake nodded, his cheeks flushed, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. "I've never felt anything like it," he murmured, his eyes glazed with pleasure.
Chris leaned over him, his own breathing ragged as he kissed Jake's neck, his cock still buried deep inside him. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice thick with possessiveness.
Jake's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Always have been," he replied, his voice a whisper of contentment.
The three of you lay there, panting and sweaty, the air thick with the scent of sex. For a moment, there was only the sound of your heavy breathing and the gentle thud of your racing hearts. You couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, watching the two men who had just shared something so intimate and beautiful together.
Jake's eyes searched yours, and you knew he was looking for reassurance. You leaned down, kissing him softly, tasting yourself on his lips. "You did so fucking good, baby," you murmured, your voice filled with genuine admiration. He smiled, a soft, contented smile that told you everything you needed to know.
Chris finally pulled out of Jake with a wet sound, his cock glistening with his release. He collapsed beside Jake, his arm draped over Jake’s waist as he fought to catch his breath. The room was quiet except for the sound of their panting, the silence a stark contrast to the symphony of passion that had just filled it.
You watched them, a soft smile playing on your lips. The intimacy between them was palpable, a new bond forged in the heat of the moment. You felt a twinge of something - was it jealousy? But no, it was something else, something warm and fuzzy that spread through your chest. Pride, perhaps? You had brought them together, guided them to this moment of ecstasy.
Chris leaned in, capturing Jake's mouth in a kiss that was at once tender and possessive. Their tongues danced, tasting each other, sharing the remnants of your juices. It was a beautiful sight, one that you knew you would never forget. You reached out, your hand gently stroking Jake's cheek as he kissed Chris with all the passion he had kept bottled up for so long.
"Thank you," Jake murmured against Chris's lips, turning his head to kiss your hand. "Thank you for making this happen."
You couldn't help but smile at the love and gratitude in his eyes. "It was my pleasure," you said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his forehead. "Now, let's clean up and get some rest."
hi guys work has been kicking my ass and i’ve been having family problems on top of that so i haven’t had any downtime to write fics pls don’t kill me lol i miss being here though :’(
hi guys wow i’m sorry for disappearing but i am so burnt out from work i haven’t even THOUGHT about writing anything new so i deeply apologize for that i love you all i hope everyone is well
people will ship two guys who are soldiers in a space war or in a horror movie with a supernatural killer, and you people expect me to think they’re spending the time douching and stretching (esp bc it’s always the bottom’s first time in these dumbass fics) so that they can have missionary anal sex in the cockpit or in the middle of the woods. give me a fucking break. they’re frotting.
Tags: threesome, oral sex (m!rec & f!rec), rimjob, anal sex (m!rec), cuckolding i suppose, friends to lovers
Summary: you mention to jake that chris has a crush on him so you end up inviting him over and watching them fuck :3
The evening air was cool and carried the faint scent of rain. The bedroom window was open just a crack, allowing a whisper of the breeze to dance across the room. You and Jake lay side by side on your unmade bed, the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting a warm, intimate light. Your legs were intertwined with his, and the feel of his body heat was a familiar comfort, like a favorite blanket.
You had just finished watching an episode of your favorite sitcom, the laugh track still lingering in the air like a pleasant echo. The silence that followed was not awkward, but rather filled with contentment. You looked at Jake, his eyes reflecting the flickering light from the TV screen. His hair was a mess from where you'd been playing with it, and a small smile played on his lips as he studied you.
"You know," you began, the words spilling out of you like a secret you hadn't meant to keep. "I think Chris has a little crush on you."
Jake's smile grew wider, his eyes lighting up with surprise and a hint of curiosity. "Really?" he said, his voice low and amused. "What makes you say that?"
You recounted the moments you'd noticed: the lingering looks, the slightly too-long hugs, the way Chris's voice changed when he talked about Jake. Jake listened intently, his gaze never leaving yours. His thumb traced lazy circles on your arm as he digested the information.
"I mean, I think it's pretty obvious," you said with a shrug, trying to play it cool, even though your heart was racing with the thrill of sharing this revelation. "He looks at you in a way that says more than just friendship."
Jake sat up a bit, leaning against the headboard. He was thoughtful for a moment, his eyes distant. "I've never really thought about that before," he admitted. "But now that you mention it..." He trailed off, a smile tugging at his lips.
"So, what do you think?" you asked, feeling a thrill at the prospect of seeing this unfold. “You seem giddy,” you tease, poking his chest.
Jake's expression grew contemplative, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thought. "I don't know," he said slowly. "We've been friends for so long, I just never... But you might be right."
You bit your lower lip, curiosity piqued. "Would you ever... you know, consider it?"
Jake's eyes snapped back to yours, and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. Then he chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. "Consider what?" he asked, playing coy.
You leaned in closer, heart racing. "Consider fucking him," you whispered, watching the play of emotions across his face. Surprise, curiosity, and maybe a spark of interest.
A soft, unintentional groan escaped Jake’s lips. "You mean it?" he asked, his voice low and serious.
You nodded, feeling a thrill run through you. "Yeah," you said, your voice a little shaky. "I think it could be hot. And if you guys are into it, I'd love to see it."
Jake's gaze searched yours, looking for any sign of hesitation or doubt. Finding none, his smile grew, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, if it's something you want to see..." He leaned over and kissed you, a slow, deep kiss that sent waves of heat through your body.
"I'll talk to him," he said, breaking the kiss. His voice was a low murmur, the kind that sent shivers down your spine. "But only if you're sure you're okay with it."
You nodded emphatically, your pulse quickening. "I'm sure," you assured him, your voice steady. The idea of watching the two of them together had been a secret fantasy of yours for a while, and the fact that it could become a reality was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Jake took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "Alright," he said finally. "I'll call him. But remember, if you get uncomfortable at any point, you just say the word, and I’ll stop."
You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. This was a new chapter in your relationship, one that you hadn't anticipated, but the thrill of the unknown was intoxicating. Jake picked up his phone and dialed Chris's number. You watched as he tapped his foot against the bed frame, his body tense with anticipation.
The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before it was finally picked up. "Hey, man, what's up?" Chris's voice was loud and clear through the speaker.
"Just at home," Jake replied casually. "You busy tonight?"
Chris's voice was filled with curiosity. "Not really, why?"
Jake took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "Well.. I was wondering if you wanted to come over and hang out," he said, trying to keep his voice even. "Just the three of us."
There was a pause on the line, and you could almost hear the gears turning in Chris's head. "Sure," he said finally, his tone a mix of excitement and nerves. "I'll be there in a bit."
Jake hung up the phone and turned to you, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This is going to be wild," he murmured, his hand finding its way to the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss.
You nodded, your own heart racing. You couldn't believe what you'd just proposed, but the prospect was undeniably thrilling. "I'll go get some drinks," you said, sliding out of bed. Your legs felt a little wobbly as you padded to the kitchen, the anticipation building with every step.
You pulled three cold beers from the fridge before setting them on the kitchen island. Jake met you in the living room and had changed into a loose T-shirt and boxers, his bare feet making soft thumps against the hardwood floor as he paced. He grabbed a beer from the counter with a grateful smile and took a long pull. His nerves were palpable, but there was also a sense of excitement that you couldn't help but mirror.
The doorbell rang, sending a jolt through both of you. Jake took a deep breath, straightening his shirt before walking over to answer it. You took a moment to calm your racing heart, smoothing your hair and adjusting your own outfit – a simple tank top and shorts that you hoped conveyed casual acceptance rather than eager anticipation.
Chris stepped into the room, his eyes darting between the two of you. He looked nervous, his cheeks flushed, but there was also a spark in his gaze that hadn't been there before. "Hey, guys," he said, his voice a little too loud.
Jake gestured to the couch. "Make yourself comfortable," he said, his voice casual, though you could see the tension in his shoulders. "What's new?"
Chris sat down, his eyes flickering between you and Jake, unsure of what to make of the situation. "Not much," he replied, taking a beer from you with a grateful nod. "Just the usual."
The conversation flowed easily at first, the three of you talking about music and friends and the latest movies. But the underlying tension was unmistakable, a current that thrummed just beneath the surface of your mundane chitchat. You could feel the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air, thick and heavy, like the anticipation before a storm.
Chris took a swig of his beer, his Adam's apple bobbing, and you could see his eyes lingering on Jake's body, tracing the lines of his muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt. Jake seemed equally aware of the attention, his posture relaxed yet slightly more deliberate as he leaned against the armrest of the couch, one hand playing with the hem of his shirt.
The conversation gradually turned to more personal topics, the air in the room growing thicker with every shared secret and lingering glance. You could feel the energy shift, the tension building like the charge before a lightning strike. You make eyes at Jake, trying to get him to take the evening in the direction you had talked about.
Finally, unable to resist the buzz of excitement coursing through you, you leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Why don't you tell him what we talked about?"
Jake's eyes widened slightly before he nodded, his hand gripping yours tightly. He cleared his throat and turned to Chris, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "So, somebody mentioned that you seem to have.. a bit of a crush on me," he began, his voice low yet taunting.
Chris's cheeks flushed a darker shade of red, and he took a hasty gulp of his beer. "What?" he sputtered, playing dumb.
You couldn't help but smirk, taking a sip of your own beer as you watched the scene unfold. "It's okay," you said, your voice gentle and reassuring. "We're all friends here."
Chris's eyes darted to yours, searching for some sign of rejection or ridicule, but all he found was acceptance and encouragement. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling visibly. "Okay," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “So maybe I do."
The air in the room grew still, the only sound was the distant hum of the TV in the other room. Jake's hand tightened around yours, his eyes locked on Chris. "And what do you think about that?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble.
Chris took another sip of his beer, his Adam's apple bobbing again. "I think..." He paused, looking down at the floor. "I think it's complicated."
You could see the internal battle playing out on Chris's face, and your heart went out to him. You gave Jake's hand a squeeze, silently urging him to take the lead. "It doesn't have to be," Jake said, his voice soothing and warm. "We had an idea. Something we thought could be... interesting."
Chris's gaze snapped up, his eyes meeting yours, searching for some hint of what was to come. You nodded, giving him an encouraging smile. "We thought it could be hot if you two... you know." You felt a flush rise to your own cheeks as you said the words out loud.
Jake leaned in closer to Chris, his eyes dark with desire. "What if we just... explored it?" he suggested, his voice a seductive whisper.
Chris's eyes widened, and his grip on his beer tightened until his knuckles turned white. "You're serious?" he breathed.
"Mhm," Jake said, his voice low and velvety. He stood up and took a step closer to Chris, closing the space between them.
Chris's eyes searched yours again, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. You simply nodded, the excitement in your gaze unmistakable. With a trembling hand, he set his beer down on the coffee table and stood up as well, the two of them now just inches apart.
"Okay," he said, his voice barely audible. "But if this is just a joke..."
"It's not," Jake assured him, his own voice thick with need. He reached out and touched Chris's face gently, tracing the line of his jaw with his thumb. "I've thought about it, too, you know."
Chris's eyes fluttered closed, and you watched as a shiver ran through his body. It was clear he was trying to process this sudden shift in their friendship, the line between friends and lovers blurring before his eyes. "What if it changes things?" he whispered, his voice shaking.
Jake leaned in, his breath warm against Chris's cheek. "It might," he admitted, his hand sliding to the back of Chris's neck. "But it could also be amazing. And if it doesn't work out, we'll still be friends. Right?"
Chris's eyes searched Jake's, finding the sincerity he needed. With a shaky nod, he leaned in, and their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. You felt a jolt of excitement at the sight, watching as the years of unspoken tension between them finally found release. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as their bodies pressed closer together. You could see the desire in every line of Jake's body, his muscles tightening as he wrapped his arms around Chris.
You sat back, watching them intently. The way their tongues danced together, the soft moans that escaped their lips, the way their hands explored each other's bodies – it was mesmerizing. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal, your own desires stirring at the sight of the two men you cared for so deeply discovering each other in this new, intimate way.
Jake's hand slid down to Chris's waist, pulling him closer, while Chris's own hands roamed over Jake's chest, his fingertips tracing the contours of his body. Their kisses grew more passionate, more needy, and you could feel the heat in the room rise. Your eyes traveled over the two of them, drinking in the sight, your imagination already racing with thoughts of what might come next.
Chris's hand slid under Jake's shirt, his fingertips grazing the warm skin of his stomach. Jake's breath hitched, and you could see his erection straining against his boxers. You took another sip of your beer, trying to play it cool, but the anticipation was making your own body respond. You set the bottle down with a soft clink, the sound seemingly amplified in the hushed silence of the room.
"Should we go to the bedroom?" you suggested, your voice low and steady. Jake pulled back from the kiss, his eyes glazed with lust as he nodded in agreement. You led the way, the soft light from the hallway spilling into the room as you turned on the bedside lamp. The bed looked inviting, the blankets thrown aside from earlier.
Chris followed closely, his eyes never leaving Jake's back. When you reached the bed, you sat down on the edge, watching as the two men continued to explore each other's bodies. Jake turned to face Chris, his hands cupping Chris's face, and their kiss grew even more passionate, their tongues dancing together in a silent symphony of desire.
Your own heart pounded in your chest as you took in the scene before you. You had never felt so aroused just from watching someone else, but there was something incredibly intimate and erotic about seeing the two men you cared about express their feelings so openly. You leaned back on your hands, your legs squeezed together, feeling the heat between your thighs.
Jake's hands slid down Chris's back, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush against each other. You watched as their hips began to rock together, their hardened cocks rubbing through the fabric of their clothes. The friction was palpable, and the low moan that escaped Jake’s lips sent a shiver down your spine.
With trembling hands, Chris reached for the hem of Jake’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head. His eyes took in Jake's bare chest with a hunger that was almost tangible, his fingertips tracing the lines of his body as if committing them to memory. Jake's breath hitched, and he leaned in for another kiss. The sound of their kisses grew louder, more insistent, and you found yourself leaning in, unable to look away.
Chris's hands slid down to Jake's waistband, his thumbs hooking under the elastic. He paused, looking into Jake's eyes for permission, and Jake nodded, a silent 'yes' that sent a thrill through the air. With a swift movement, Chris pulled down Jake's boxers, exposing his erection to the cool air. You watched as it bobbed free, thick and hard, and felt your own body respond with a jolt of arousal.
Jake stepped out of his boxers, leaving him naked and vulnerable in the soft light of the bedroom. Chris took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes lingering on the curve of Jake's ass, the V of muscle that disappeared into the dark trail of hair leading to his cock. He reached out, his fingertips brushing lightly over Jake's hip, sending a shiver through Jake's body.
Jake's cock twitched at the touch, and he couldn't help but let out a low groan. He reached for Chris's belt, his own hands trembling with anticipation. With a quick motion, he had it undone, and Chris's pants joined Jake's on the floor. His boxers followed soon after, revealing Chris's own hardened length, standing tall and eager.
You watched, breath hitching in your throat, as Chris took Jake in his hand, stroking him gently. Jake’s eyes fell closed, and his head tipped back with a soft moan. The sight was mesmerizing, and you felt your own arousal building, a warm, wet pressure between your legs. You slid your hand under your shorts, your fingers finding your clit, already swollen and begging for attention.
Chris's hand moved with purpose, his strokes growing firmer as Jake's breathing grew more ragged. You could see the pleasure etched on Jake's face, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent plea for more. Your own hand mimicked Chris's movements, your fingers circling and pressing, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
The air was thick with lust, and the sound of skin on skin filled the room as Chris began to jerk Jake off in earnest. You watched, your heart racing, as Jake's cock grew even harder, the veins standing out in stark relief against the velvety skin. You bit your lip, the sight making your own need almost unbearable.
Jake's hand found its way to Chris's cock, mirroring the movements on his own. They stroked each other in a rhythm that grew faster and more frantic with every passing moment. The room was alive with the sounds of their breathing, the rustling of fabric, and the slick noises of their cocks being pumped in each other's fists.
You leaned back on the bed, your hand still working between your legs as you watched the two of them, your voice low and steady as you began to issue instructions. "Take your time," you murmured, watching the passion play out before you. "Explore each other's bodies. Make sure it feels good."
Jake and Chris broke their kiss, both of them panting slightly. They looked at you, their eyes dark with desire, and you could see the question in their gazes. "What do you want?" Jake asked, his voice thick with need.
You leaned back on the bed, watching them with a knowing smile. "I want to see you take it slow," you instructed, your voice low and sultry. "I want to savor every moment of this." You licked your lips, your own excitement growing.
Chris nodded, his eyes never leaving Jake's as he moved closer, their chests brushing against each other. He took Jake's cock in his hand again, his movements deliberate and sure. Jake's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a low moan, his body shivering with pleasure.
"That's it," you coached, your own hand moving faster between your legs. "Make him feel good, Chris. Show him how much you want him."
Chris leaned in, his breath hot against Jake's ear as he whispered, "You're so fucking gorgeous." His hand worked faster, the sound of Jake's pleasure growing louder. You watched, your eyes hooded, as Jake's hips began to rock in time with Chris's strokes.
"Tell him what you like, baby," you encouraged Jake, your own voice a low purr. "Guide him."
Jake's eyes opened slightly, a haze of lust clouding his gaze as he murmured, "Just like that... yeah, faster." Chris's grip tightened, his strokes becoming more confident with each word from your lips. The sight of them together was more erotic than any porn you had ever seen. Their friendship, now laced with passion, was a beautiful dance that you had the privilege of orchestrating.
"Now, kiss him," you whispered, watching the tension in Jake's body build with every stroke. Chris leaned in, pressing his mouth against Jake's, their tongues tangling as their cocks slid together in their hands. The room was filled with the sounds of their muffled moans and the slick, rhythmic sound of skin on skin.
Your hand slid further down, dipping into your wetness, your fingers moving in time with their passionate embrace. "Take off your shirt, Chris," you instructed, your voice a breathy command. Chris broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest. You bit your lower lip, watching the play of muscles as he reached for Jake again.
"Chris, why don't you show Jake how much you've been wanting him?" you suggested, your voice a sultry whisper. Chris's eyes darted to Jake's, seeking permission, and Jake nodded, his breath shallow with anticipation.
With a look of pure, unbridled desire, Chris dropped to his knees before Jake, his eyes never leaving Jake's cock. His tongue darted out, licking his lips as if in preparation for a delicious meal. The tension in the room grew palpable as he leaned in, his hot breath teasing the sensitive skin.
"Take it slow, Chris," you instructed, your voice low and filled with anticipation. "Make him beg for it."
Chris nodded, his eyes never leaving Jake's. He leaned in closer, his warm breath teasing the sensitive head of Jake's cock. Jake's hips jerked slightly, and he let out a soft whimper, his need clear. Chris looked up, meeting Jake's gaze, and you could see the hunger in his eyes.
"Please," Jake murmured, his voice barely audible. The single word was like a spell, breaking the tension in the air. With a groan, Chris opened his mouth and took the head of Jake's cock between his lips, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.
The sight was almost too much for you to handle. You watched as Chris's cheeks hollowed out with each suck, his hand still pumping the base of Jake's cock. Jake's eyes rolled back in his head, his hips moving in a silent plea for more. You bit your lip, feeling your own desire spike as you watched the intimate scene unfold before you.
"Tell him how you like it, Jake," you whispered, your voice thick with arousal. Jake's eyes snapped open, meeting yours with a fiery intensity.
"I like it... deep," he gasped, his hips thrusting forward slightly, urging Chris to take more of him.
Chris complied, his eyes watering slightly as he took Jake's cock deeper into his mouth, his throat muscles working to accommodate the intrusion. You watched, your own hand slowing down between your legs, wanting to savor the moment, as the two men lose themselves in their newfound intimacy. Jake's hand tangled in Chris's hair, guiding him, setting a pace that had both of you on the edge of your seats.
Jake's moans grew louder, his breath coming in gasps as Chris took him in, inch by glorious inch. You could feel the tension in the room tighten with each stroke, the air heavy with the scent of arousal. Your own body responded in kind, your fingers playing a delicate dance inside of you, mirroring the rhythm set by the men before you.
Chris's hand found its way to the back of Jake's thigh, gripping tightly as he took him deeper still. Jake's hand tightened in Chris's hair, his body trembling with the effort to hold still, to let Chris set the pace. You watched, your eyes glued to the sight of Jake's cock disappearing into Chris's eager mouth, the way his Adam's apple bobbed with each stroke.
"So good," Jake murmured, his voice barely audible. You felt a rush of satisfaction at the sound, knowing that you had brought them to this moment of unbridled passion. You slid your hand up to cover your mouth, stifling a moan of your own as you watched Chris's head bob up and down, his cheeks hollowing with every suck.
The sight was too much for you to bear, and you couldn't help but let your own hand stray back to your clit, your index finger circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as you watched the show. Your breathing grew ragged, matching the pace of the two men before you, each of them lost in the moment.
Jake looked over at you, his eyes glazed with lust, and you knew what he wanted. You nodded, a silent agreement passing between the three of you. He stepped back from Chris, his cock glistening with spit, and turned to face you. He sank to his knees, his eyes never leaving yours as he slid your shorts down, exposing your own wetness.
You took a deep breath, feeling the cool air brush against your skin as you lay back on the bed. Jake's eyes never left yours as he positioned himself between your legs, his face level with your pussy. He licked his lips, a silent promise of what was to come. “Hold on," you murmured, your voice low and filled with desire. “Put your ass in the air and let Chris see your pretty hole."
Jake's cheeks flushed with excitement at your command, and he eagerly complied, lifting his hips and presenting his ass to the room. You watched as Chris took in the sight, his own cock jutting out, thick and heavy with desire. You could see the hunger in his eyes as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of Jake's ass.
As Chris's fingertips grazed over his skin, Jake's eyes fell shut, and he leaned into the touch. His breath hitched as Chris's hand moved lower, teasing the tight ring of muscle that was about to be breached. You spread your legs wider, giving Jake the full view, his eyes widening with hunger as he took in the sight of your wet, eager pussy.
With a groan, Jake leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste you. You gasped at the first touch, the sensation electric, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through your body. His mouth was warm and wet, his tongue exploring every inch of your folds with a gentle fervor that had you arching your back and reaching for the headboard.
But you had another idea, one that would take this encounter to new heights. You looked over at Chris, his hand still wrapped around his own cock, watching with rapt attention. "Chris," you said, your voice a seductive purr. "Why don't you join in?"
Chris's eyes darted to you, a question in his gaze. "What do you mean?"
You smirked, feeling a thrill of power. "I want you to taste him, too," you instructed, your voice a seductive whisper. "Show him how much you've been dreaming of this."
Chris's eyes grew wide with excitement, and he dropped his hand from his own cock, moving to Jake's ass. He spread Jake's cheeks gently, his eyes drinking in the sight of his best friend's exposed hole. Jake shivered at the touch, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he felt Chris's breath against his skin.
"Do it," you whispered, your voice a siren's call. "Make him feel as good as he's making me feel."
Chris's eyes darted to you, a mix of excitement and nerves playing across his features. With a nod, he leaned in, his tongue tracing the crease of Jake's ass. Jake's eyes shot open, his mouth dropping into an 'O' of surprise and pleasure. He didn't stop licking your pussy, but you could feel his body tense up, his movements becoming more urgent as Chris's tongue danced around his hole.
You watched, your own arousal spiking, as Jake's body reacted to the dual sensations. His hips thrust slightly into the air, silently begging for more. Chris took the hint, his tongue pushing past the ring of muscle and into Jake's tight warmth. You could feel the vibration of Jake's moan against your clit, and it sent you spiraling closer to the edge.
As Chris explored Jake's ass with his tongue, you reached down to tangle your fingers in Jake's hair, gently pushing his face deeper into your pussy. He moaned again, the sound vibrating through you, and you felt the first waves of an orgasm beginning to build. "That's it, baby," you murmured, your voice a low growl of approval. "You’re doing such a good job for us.”
Jake's tongue swirled around your clit, his movements becoming more deliberate and precise as he tasted your growing arousal. His mouth was a warm, wet heaven, and you could feel your toes curling with every flick and lick. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he feasted on you, his hunger palpable.
Meanwhile, Chris's tongue delved deeper into Jake's ass, exploring every inch of him with a gentle fierceness. You watched as Jake's body tightened, his muscles clenching around Chris's tongue, and you knew he was close to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of your own moans and the wet, intimate noises of Jake's mouth on your clit, punctuated by Chris's occasional groan of pleasure.
"Fuck," Jake murmured against your clit, the vibration sending sparks through your core. "It feels so good."
Chris's tongue continued its relentless assault on Jake's hole, his own cock now bobbing in anticipation as he listened to the symphony of pleasure escaping the two of you. His breath was hot and heavy against Jake's skin, and you could feel the tension in the room build with every stroke of his tongue.
Jake's eyes remained locked on yours, the connection between you palpable as he lapped at your clit, his tongue moving in a steady rhythm that had you panting. The sensation of Chris's tongue in his ass was driving him wild, and he took out his pleasure on your body, his mouth working tirelessly to bring you to climax. You could feel his own need building, his body trembling with the effort to hold back, to focus on giving you what you needed.
But the moment had come for the next step. "Chris," you breathed, your voice a siren's call. "Make him yours.”
Chris looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of love, lust, and determination. He nodded, understanding what you meant, and moved behind Jake, who was still eagerly licking and sucking on your clit. You watched as Chris lined up his cock with Jake's now-prepared hole, his hand trembling slightly.
“Make him scream our names,” you whispered, your voice thick with desire as you watched Chris position himself behind Jake.
Chris took a deep, shaky breath, his hand still gripping Jake's hip as he aligned his cock with Jake's waiting hole. Jake's eyes fluttered shut, his body tensing in anticipation. You felt your own orgasm building, the sight of the two men about to become one too much to handle. "Do it," you urged, the words barely a murmur. "Take him, Chris."
With a low growl, Chris pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching the tight ring of muscle. Jake's eyes flew open, and he let out a sharp gasp, his body stiffening momentarily before he relaxed into the sensation. You watched as Chris's cock disappeared into Jake's ass inch by inch, the look on Jake's face a mix of pleasure and pain that had you on the edge of your own climax.
"Oh, fuck," Jake turned his head to moan into your inner thigh. "It's so big."
“Did I tell you to stop? Keep going, Jake,” you demanded, your voice filled with a mix of lust and command. Jake nodded, his eyes never leaving yours as he resumed his ministrations, his tongue swirling and flicking with renewed vigor.
Chris pushed in deeper, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he tried to be gentle despite his own urgency. You watched as the two of them found their rhythm, Jake's body rocking back and forth between the two of you, a silent symphony of pleasure. "You feel so good," Chris murmured, his voice strained with effort. "So fucking tight.”
Jake's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth still working on your clit as he took Chris's cock with a mix of pain and pleasure. His body was a canvas of sensation, and you could see the emotions playing out across his features - the surprise, the joy, the raw, unbridled lust. "Oh, God," he moaned, his voice muffled.
You grab a fistful of his hair, pushing his face further into your pussy. "Don't you dare fucking stop," you gasped as the pressure continued to grow.
Chris's thrusts grew deeper and more demanding, his cock sliding in and out of Jake's tight hole with ease as he grew more comfortable with the sensation. Jake's moans grew louder, muffled against your skin, and you could feel the vibrations of his voice resonate through your body, pushing you closer to the edge.
"Harder," you panted, your eyes locked with Jake's. He nodded, his eyes glazed with pleasure, and you felt him push back into Chris's cock with more force, taking him deeper with every stroke. The sight of them together, the sounds of their passion, and the feel of Jake's tongue on your clit were driving you wild.
Your own hand found its way to your breast, tweaking and pinching your nipple as the tension coiled tighter within you. You watched as Chris's hips snapped forward, his cock disappearing into Jake's ass, only to pull out almost entirely before slamming back in again. The wet, slapping sounds filled the room, mixing with Jake's whimpers and your own cries of pleasure.
Jake's tongue worked faster, his movements more frantic as he felt the beginnings of his own orgasm building. You could see his body tense with each thrust, his muscles standing out in stark relief as he took Chris's cock. The sight was so erotic, so intimate, that it was almost too much to handle.
You felt the first spasm of pleasure ripple through your core, your orgasm cresting as you watched the two men lost in each other. "Fuck," you cried, your eyes squeezed shut as the waves of pleasure washed over you.
Jake's tongue never ceased, his movements becoming more frantic as he felt your climax build. Chris's hand found its way to Jake's cock again, stroking him in time with his thrusts. The room was a symphony of moans and gasps, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the walls.
The orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body arching off the bed as you screamed out Jake’s name. The world narrowed to a single point of light, a blinding explosion of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. You felt Jake's tongue flicking against you, the sensation sending aftershocks through your body as you rode the wave.
As your climax subsided, you opened your eyes to see Jake's own orgasm building, his body tightening around Chris's cock. You watched as Chris's grip on Jake's hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his breathing ragged.
"You're so close, aren't you, baby?" you whispered, your voice a soft caress in the heated air as you try to catch your breath. Jake nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he rode the edge, his tongue still working softly on your sensitive flesh.
Chris's strokes grew more erratic, his hips slapping against Jake's ass with an urgency that spoke of his own impending release. "I'm going to cum," he panted, his voice strained with need. "I want to fill you up."
Jake's response was a muffled moan of pleasure against your pussy, his body shaking with the effort to hold back his own climax. The sight of them, so lost in each other, was almost too much to handle.
Chris leaned down, his hand gripping Jake's shoulder as he whispered, "Do you want it, Jake?"
Jake nodded fervently, his eyes never leaving yours. "Yes," he breathed, his voice a ragged plea. "Please, fill me up, darling."
Chris's eyes flashed with desire, and he slammed into Jake one last time, burying himself to the hilt. Jake's body tightened around him, and he felt the warm rush of Chris's cum fill him. The sensation sent him spiraling over the edge, and he came with a guttural moan, his cock pulsing between Chris's fingertips. You watched, your own breathing still erratic, as the two men found their release in each other, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
Jake's orgasm was a thing of beauty, his whole body shaking with the force of it. His cum shot out in thick ropes, painting your stomach and thighs with warm white streaks. You felt your own pussy clench in response, the aftershocks of your own climax mixing with the sight of them. Chris's eyes rolled back in his head, a look of pure bliss on his face as he continued to pump into Jake, filling him up until he had nothing left to give.
Jake collapsed onto the bed, his body spent and trembling. You looked down at him, a mix of awe and satisfaction on your face.
"You liked that?" you asked, your voice a sultry purr.
Jake nodded, his cheeks flushed, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. "I've never felt anything like it," he murmured, his eyes glazed with pleasure.
Chris leaned over him, his own breathing ragged as he kissed Jake's neck, his cock still buried deep inside him. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice thick with possessiveness.
Jake's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Always have been," he replied, his voice a whisper of contentment.
The three of you lay there, panting and sweaty, the air thick with the scent of sex. For a moment, there was only the sound of your heavy breathing and the gentle thud of your racing hearts. You couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, watching the two men who had just shared something so intimate and beautiful together.
Jake's eyes searched yours, and you knew he was looking for reassurance. You leaned down, kissing him softly, tasting yourself on his lips. "You did so fucking good, baby," you murmured, your voice filled with genuine admiration. He smiled, a soft, contented smile that told you everything you needed to know.
Chris finally pulled out of Jake with a wet sound, his cock glistening with his release. He collapsed beside Jake, his arm draped over Jake’s waist as he fought to catch his breath. The room was quiet except for the sound of their panting, the silence a stark contrast to the symphony of passion that had just filled it.
You watched them, a soft smile playing on your lips. The intimacy between them was palpable, a new bond forged in the heat of the moment. You felt a twinge of something - was it jealousy? But no, it was something else, something warm and fuzzy that spread through your chest. Pride, perhaps? You had brought them together, guided them to this moment of ecstasy.
Chris leaned in, capturing Jake's mouth in a kiss that was at once tender and possessive. Their tongues danced, tasting each other, sharing the remnants of your juices. It was a beautiful sight, one that you knew you would never forget. You reached out, your hand gently stroking Jake's cheek as he kissed Chris with all the passion he had kept bottled up for so long.
"Thank you," Jake murmured against Chris's lips, turning his head to kiss your hand. "Thank you for making this happen."
You couldn't help but smile at the love and gratitude in his eyes. "It was my pleasure," you said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his forehead. "Now, let's clean up and get some rest."
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