Fairyville (Fairyville #1)(57)
Author: Emma Holly

He tried to brace as Bryan took Zoe’s place. His mouth was stronger, bolder. He took almost all of Alex in the first dip. Tension coiled in his muscles until they ached. Zoe murmured something comforting, her slender hand pressing his now-tender balls up into his groin. Her breath fanned hot against the crease between his leg and torso, and suddenly he couldn’t stand it anymore. Giving in to desperation, he released his stranglehold on the sheets to grab Bryan’s head.

"Oh, God," he gasped as Bryan’s mouth sank down for another pull. His tongue was wet, his lips tight and hard where they wrapped his teeth. Bryan didn’t have to deep-throat Alex to get him to see stars. He was a f**king Hoover vacuum of o**l s*x, sucking like he was trying to force the orgasm out. The pressure hurt for a second, and then he went.

Light flashed behind his eyes as a searing wave of feeling rolled through his limbs. It was too good. Too much. He came like a dam breaking, burst after burst until he thought he’d die if it didn’t end.

And then it did end, lassitude spreading through him like a steaming bath.

"There," Zoe said. "That’s got to feel better."

She crawled up beside him and kissed his cheek. "Want to rest a minute, or shall Bryan and I get started on your next cl**ax?"

"My next?" he said through his gasping breaths.

"We know how many you can take." Bryan’s hand slid up his lax inner thigh. "We’ve agreed we’re not going to stop until you’re worn out."

Alex was speechless. Bryan moved up and kissed him just as sweetly as Zoe had. The touch of his tongue sent a tiny sparkler down through his cock. This was too good an offer for a man like him to turn down.

"Now," Alex said, rolling toward Bryan and his muscled thigh. "I’m ready for everything now."

He was ready but not prepared. Alex had been with many partners who desired him, but he’d never been with two people who both knew and cared about him. Certainly, he’d never been with anyone who only wanted to see to him. Maybe his need to be in charge had stopped the others, but he honestly couldn’t remember anyone trying hard.

Bryan and Zoe weren’t just trying, they were overwhelming him with their determination to bring him every possible sensual delight, until he could hardly process them all. When Zoe rode him, Bryan caressed his legs. When Bryan pulled him to his shaky knees and f**ked him, Zoe bent down in front and mouthed his cock. Their hands went everywhere, the contrast between their male and female bodies touching off desires he had no defense against. He came until he was hoarse from crying out in ecstasy. Only then did their touch grow gentler, kinder, tweaking here and there in pinches to wake his nerves from their sweet stupor.

Most devastating of all was that Bryan and Zoe fed off each other, stealing each other’s tricks with a sense of play he didn’t expected.

They weren’t rivals. They were a team.

"Show me that tongue thing," Bryan demanded, trying to master a flutter Zoe had used to bring his spine off the bed.

"Only if you tell me what you were doing with your fingers."

"Oh, God," Alex said, because he knew exactly what technique she meant. It had involved Bryan sliding two lubed fingers inside his anus, and then opening and closing them like a pair of slowly beating wings.

Bryan laughed at his alarm. "Oh, yeah," he said. "Let me show you that one first."

With her smaller hands, Zoe needed three fingers to have the same effect, but the mere fact that she was willing to perform this act had him moaning just as loudly.

"Shall I suck you now?" Bryan offered, the same as if Alex still had the power to speak.

"I think that groan means yes," Zoe said for him.

Alex was on his side, unable to do more than twitch between them. Bryan lifted his thigh over his shoulder, spreading him wide. One of Zoe’s hands massaged the ridge of his perineum, while Bryan’s wonderfully hard mouth surrounded him in warmth. Alex was trapped, but this time only by pleasure.

One more, he begged his weary body, the coil of need beginning to tighten. Let me have one more.

The soles of his feet were tingling, the palms of his hands. Heat lapped his body from either side where Zoe and Bryan worked their magic. Zoe’s br**sts were soft against his back, Bryan’s penis hard against his shin. Alex was almost coming, almost toppling over the wall. Bryan reached up his chest to tweak his nipple… and all the skeins of feeling wound together in a blissful ball. Like the final sweet that capped a feast, his ejaculation came in slow pulses, each wrenched from exhausted but willing nerves.

His every cell sighed with completion.

"Enough," he said, and for the first time in his life he honestly meant it.

Zoe laid her head beside his hip and let out her breath, but Bryan dragged himself up the bed until they could hug. Though he barely had strength to move, Alex’s throat was tight.

"Thank you," he said, the words inadequate but all he had. "That meant more to me than I can say."

Bryan slid his arm under Alex’s neck, his bicep a hard but warm pillow. "You’re welcome, buddy."

He was grinning just a little, those near-black eyes so gentle it was impossible to believe him capable of cuffing anyone to a chair.

"This was your idea," Alex whispered, his voice failing him. "You knew this was my fantasy."

"I knew," Bryan agreed.

Alex felt Zoe move away from them to sit up, but he couldn’t look away from Bryan. This night had been a gift Alex doubted he would have had the generosity of soul to give—especially if his affections had been involved the way Bryan’s were. Alex was humbled by what he’d done, not just grateful but awed.

Then, as if his subconscious had been waiting for his guard to fall, a rusty blade of loneliness jabbed his heart. He’d never had a night this sweet, but he’d had many just as daring, and none of those partners were now a part of his life. Alex didn’t think he could bear losing Bryan, too.

He touched his friend’s face and kissed him, gentle but deep. He couldn’t say he loved him, not when he wasn’t sure what he meant, or how Bryan would interpret it. He felt it, though, with a fullness words couldn’t touch.

Whatever the nature of his feelings, he had no trouble conveying their intensity. The kiss went on and on—though it was never anything but tender. Each time it seemed it might end, one of them would turn his head a fraction, and their tongues would slide against each other, and they’d have to explore the charm of the new angle.

They couldn’t let go. They were holding something to them so it couldn’t fray. Bryan’s hands moved up and down Alex’s back, slow, soothing passes of his callused palms. Alex was vaguely aware that Zoe wasn’t touching them, wasn’t participating in what they were doing like she had before.