Snowed In (6 page)

Fumbling with the bottle, Kasey popped the cap and got some in his palm, closing his hand to spread it around. He dropped the bottle off the side, and it clunked to the floor as he slid his hand under the water and took hold of Mitch again, this time his hand sliding easily. He squeezed tighter, pressing his thumb over the swollen cock head, just like he liked himself.

Warren watched from where he was plastered against Mitch’s side, hands still roaming over his chest and back, pressing the occasional kiss to damp skin. He licked his lips, aroused by Mitch’s abandon, and leaned to lick a broad swath from his throat to his ear. Tentatively, he slid his hand beneath the water and covered Kasey’s fingers with his own, feeling the cock slide slickly. Kasey spread his fingers to tangle them with Warren’s so both their hands slid along the silky, throbbing shaft.

Completely lost in the sensations they were coaxing from his body, Mitch arched and writhed, the thought of Warren touching him too driving him wild, chasing that elusive sensation that would push him over the edge. Part of the thrill of having someone else’s hands on your body was the anticipation, having to let go of control and trust in your lover to find the right rhythm and speed. Mitch cried out as he got
soooo
close, only to have it slip away again. It was like a dance, almost there and then not, each time they got a little closer to that magical place.

Kasey mimicked Warren’s action, but bit down carefully on Mitch’s collarbone after, eliciting a hard twitch. “Whatcha need, baby?” he crooned in Mitch’s ear, flush with desire and the thrill of being able to reduce his friend to this writhing, gorgeous thing.

“You. Wanted you for so fucking long. Keep touching me,” Mitch babbled.

Warren watched as his fingers curled with Kasey’s worked Mitch’s body harder and faster. Both men were becoming more and more abandoned, faces flushed, mouths open. He felt like he was rushing forward towards climax with them. He wondered for a moment if he was going to come just from watching their hands jack Mitch off. The familiar tightening in his groin made him think he might. Then Mitch’s body rose up in the water as his hips jerked up into the combined fist, his upper body anchored against Kasey’s chest. Warren watched the purpled head break the surface of the water and couldn’t resist. Bending over, he closed his lips over the smooth tip.

The unexpected feeling of Warren’s mouth on his cock sent Mitch over the edge with a surprised scream. No time for a warning, he snatched his hips back, trying to prevent Warren from getting a mouthful of come, and at the same time his hands came up to cradle Warren’s head. His release caught the blond across the cheek and several drops clung in his hair. The sight made Mitch’s cock surge again, and he rose out of the water, pressing their bodies close and kissing Warren deeply, his thumbs brushing away the creamy liquid as he sucked on Warren’s lips and tongue.

Kasey felt fit to burst as Mitch came with a choked cry, pulling out of his arms and crushing Warren to him. They were so fucking gorgeous, and Kasey was so fucking turned on that he didn’t even think. He stood and glued himself to their sides, pressing his mouth close, hoping to catch both sets of wet, swollen lips.

Warren’s wild moan was swallowed in Mitch’s kiss as he was swept into his arms, and Warren grabbed on tight, desperate to feel more. Then a third mouth joined them, Kasey’s tongue sliding down Warren’s cheek to lap at Mitch’s come, then slithering between their lips for a passionate three-way kiss that made Warren’s gut flip-flop.

Even though he had just come, Mitch wanted – needed – more. Figuring Kasey was the least squeamish, he ran his lips over Kasey’s damp cheek to his ear. “I want you to fuck me.”

Warren’s head perked up, eyes widening, and Kasey’s hand dove for his own cock, pinching hard at the base as he laid his forehead against Mitch’s cheek. “Shit, Mitch, you about made me come right then,” he breathed, holding to the older man for balance with his free hand. Warren’s lips pressed together as he tried not to snort. He wasn’t in much better shape himself, and no one had even been touching him.

“I’d have enjoyed making you hard again.” Mitch smirked. “So are you game?”

“Fuck, yeah. Do you even have to ask?” Kasey said, rocking his cock against Mitch’s hip.

Mitch pressed a quick kiss to Kasey’s shoulder and then turned to catch Warren’s lips. “Have we freaked you out entirely yet? I don’t want you to, but if you need to leave...,” he offered, genuinely concerned.

“The only thing freaking me out is how turned on I am about the whole thing. I’m not going anywhere,” Warren rasped.

“Good.” Mitch ran his fingers down Warren’s cheek in a loving caress. Turning to Kasey, he said, “I’m guessing you’ve done this before.”

“I think I can handle it.” Kasey smirked, looking over the side of the tub for the lube he’d pitched earlier and finding a strip of condoms too. “Cocky much?” he accused, waving them at Mitch.

“Can’t blame a boy for hoping.” Mitch playfully fluttered his eyelashes at Kasey while Warren looked on, an expression of stunned desire on his face. Bracing his hands on the side of the tub, Mitch wiggled his ass, shooting Kasey a come-and-get-me look over his shoulder.

Grinning, Kasey brought the bottle and the condoms with him, pulling one packet off and leaving the rest on the tub’s edge. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and poured some lubricant on his fingers. He moved to stand behind Mitch in the bubbling water and slid his fingers along the crease of his ass.

Fascinated by the look of bliss on Mitch’s face, Warren craned his neck to try to see what Kasey was doing. Mitch pushed back against the slippery digit in a blatant request for more. He could already feel himself beginning to swell and harden at just the thought of Kasey fucking him. The blunt finger pushed against his tight muscles, and Mitch took a deep breath, relaxing into the touch. He moaned and his chin fell to his chest as the finger slipped inside. “Oh God, Kasey,” he all but purred.

Despite his brash show, Kasey felt nerves gnawing at him. He wanted so much to do this, but he certainly didn’t want to hurt his friend. So he forced himself to go slowly, pushing and pulling his index finger in and out, amazed by the grasping channel as he added a second digit. “Fuck all, Mitch, how can you be this tight?” Kasey swore, feeling the flesh clamp around his fingers.

“You fucking tease,” Mitch growled, bucking back against Kasey’s fingers, which were giving him almost what he wanted, but not nearly enough. “I need fucked.”

Mitch felt Warren tense beside him and immediately opened his eyes, seeking out the worried green gaze. “It’s okay, Warren. Nothing you don’t want to do, remember? I’d really love to taste you, though. Would you let me do that? Taste you like I tasted Kasey? You said you would.” His voice rose on the last word as Kasey stroked directly over his prostate. Fucker. Mitch was beginning to suspect that Kasey was enjoying his “inexperienced fumbling” act a little too much.

Warren thought back to the look on Kasey’s face when he’d come in Mitch’s mouth and nodded, unable to actually make his lips form the words to consent.

Mitch smiled. “You get the best seat in the house.” He patted the side of the hot tub, right between his braced arms. Studying Mitch’s face for just a bit longer, Warren stuck his arms behind himself and levered his weight up to sit on the side. Then he slid over between Mitch’s arms, breathing speeding up at the thought of what was coming. After a moment’s thought, he peeled his wet T-shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Mitch and Kasey were completely naked, he thought reasonably, trying not to show his nervousness.

Kasey took the moment to pull his fingers free and fumble with a condom. His hands were shaking and he laughed a little at himself. “You’ve got me tied in knots, Mitch,” he said.

Mitch brushed his cheeks up and down the inside of Warren’s thighs, letting him get used to having a man between his legs. He buried his face into the smooth skin just inside Warren’s hip bone, placing a series of kisses over the sensitive area and letting his shoulder and chest brush against Warren’s groin. Working his way over to the opposite hip, he froze as he felt Kasey’s cock at the entrance to his body. His lips opened on Warren’s skin and he exhaled as the blunt head pushed past the tight muscle. “More,” he moaned, lying limp in the cradle of Warren’s legs as Kasey penetrated him.

Surprised at the heavy rasp from Mitch, Warren looked down to see Kasey gripping the other man’s hips, his cock disappearing into Mitch’s body. Warren pressed his hand down on his own trunks, trapping his cock, trying for some control. But the sight of the blond head between his legs didn’t help, and mesmerized, he shifted to push the trunks over his hips.

Warren’s move to free himself from his clothes distracted Mitch momentarily from Kasey. He was incredibly pleased that Warren was taking some initiative. He’d been enjoying savoring the build up, but he really couldn’t wait to get the other man’s cock in his mouth. Looking up through damp clumps of lashes, he asked, “May I?”

The strangled noise from Warren’s throat was revealing as he stood long enough to push his trunks down his thighs and over his knees so he could kick the shorts off into the water. He leaned back on the edge of the tub, shivering from arousal rather than cold, and his cock stood up proudly. He had always been moderately proud of it; none of the ladies had ever complained, anyway. But he wondered how he would measure up in Mitch’s eyes.

Mitch thought briefly that he’d fallen asleep and awoke to his favorite wet dream: Kasey pounding his ass and Warren stretched out in front of him. With a rumble of pure delight, he lifted Warren’s cock in his fist and closed his mouth over it, licking and tasting the tip before sliding the length into this throat. It took him a minute, but he found the perfect rhythm. He’d push back into Kasey’s thrust and then let Kasey’s momentum carry him forward onto Warren’s cock.

“Fucking hell!” Warren yelped as Mitch went down on him more than competently, and he grasped the sides of the tub, trying to keep from thrusting back into that hot, wet mouth. The suction and lapping of Mitch’s tongue was sure to drive him insane much sooner than later.

Kasey’s eyes widened as he watched Mitch suck down Warren’s cock, and with the resulting wail from the other blond, he found he couldn’t hold back anymore. Gripping Mitch’s hips, he started fucking him faster, harder, focusing on the tight heat that sucked and pulled at him with each in and out. It was bliss, climbing to a monumental explosion he could feel gathering in his balls.

Mitch was pushed forward into Warren by Kasey’s sharp thrusts as the brunet came with a series of ecstatic groans. Pressing a series of kisses up the blond’s belly to his chest, he looked up at the dazed look of lust on Warren’s face. “Fuck me, Warren,” he said, his mouth only inches away.

Warren’s eyes darted down to Mitch’s lips and then back up, his eyes widening as Mitch’s words sank in. He opened his mouth to protest.

“I want to feel you inside me,” Mitch persuaded, his hand stroking Warren’s hard length. “I want to come with you inside me.”

The last image snapped Warren’s reservations and he moaned, standing up in the water. Mitch guided a sated Kasey around to sit against the side and settled his back against Kasey’s chest. He grinned when the brunet’s arms closed around him automatically, supporting him in the water. Pulling Warren between his thighs, Mitch rolled a condom onto him, quickly coating it with the waterproof lube. Curling his legs around Warren’s waist, Mitch lifted his hips.

The puckered pink hole mesmerized Warren. He watched it clench and reached out to brush his thumb over it, only realizing how intimately he was touching his best friend when Mitch’s breath hitched. “I’m sor–”

Mitch grabbed Warren’s wrist. “I
want
you to touch me.”

“But you’re so… won’t I hurt you?” Warren asked. Mitch certainly hadn’t looked like a man in pain as Kasey fucked him, but he couldn’t imagine, looking at the tiny hole, that he was going to fit in there.

“You’ll fit and it’ll feel incredible. Trust me, Warren.” Mitch pulled him closer again. “I’m open and slick from Kasey.” Flexing his leg muscles, he offered his body.

“Aww, Christ,” Warren moaned as Kasey reached around Mitch to touch him. “I’ll help you,” Kasey murmured, sliding his hand to encircle Warren’s aroused cock, stroking it lightly as Warren shivered. Kasey pulled Warren forward ever so slightly, closer to Mitch’s body, straightening Warren’s cock and pressing it along the crease.

The sound from Warren was one of pure want, and he reached to cover Kasey’s hand with his own, wanting to be a part of pressing himself into Mitch’s waiting hole. He shuddered as Kasey eased him closer, holding his cock firmly as it slowly slid into the stretched opening.

Mitch hissed and clutched at Kasey’s arms as Warren penetrated him. “Oh, fuck, Warren. Deeper.”

The blond didn’t stop until his cock was completely buried in Mitch’s ass. He’d be questioning his sanity if it didn’t feel so fucking awesome. Warren’s instincts were screaming at him to move, to pound into Mitch until they both came screaming. Luckily, Kasey’s hand reached up and tilted Warren’s face up away from the sight of his body joined with Mitch’s. “Move,” he instructed gently.

“Make me come, Warren,” Mitch added, his hand guiding Warren’s hips. “Use that fucking huge cock of yours to make me come.”

Half-grunting, part-whimpering, Mitch’s compliments firing his blood, Warren slid smoothly in and out of Mitch’s incredibly tight ass. If this is how tight Mitch was after Kasey, how had he felt before? Warren tried to keep his thrusts slow and controlled, but the way Mitch’s body clutched and trembled around him was eroding his control. He snapped his hips forward hard, jarring Mitch into Kasey’s chest.

Mitch groaned, stars floating before his eyes. “Ahh, fuck, yeah. Just like that.”

Still caressing Warren’s cheek, Kasey sighed, feeling desire build again just watching how abandoned Warren was. “You’re so fucking handsome, watching you like this, fucking Mitch into me,” he purred. “You can thrust harder, just like you can with a woman. He’s loving it.” Mitch’s cock was rigid against his stomach.