The Gift: Chapter Four
For paid subscribers only. After three epic days, it all comes full circle, Cole getting his final wish. The bonus fourth chapter starts now...
Read the beginning of this four-part series here.
I awoke with a start. I had to remind myself where I was.
Ryan was nestled before me, Joe at my back, our bodies barely having moved in the night. It was cozy in the darkened cool of the bedroom, the AC running at full blast.
It was the perfect embrace, being held between them. I’d never slept so well. Hell, I’d never slept with anyone like this before.
How sweet, I realized, to have not one but two warm bodies alongside you.
My mind wandered back to the night before. The grand reveal of Joe’s gift, and the way he had surrendered himself to me so fully.
God. It had been so fucking hot.
I’d long dreamt of guys like him—bigger, older guys—who I wanted to own. Men who could topple me with little effort but chose to submit anyway. And then that exact fantasy had come to life, all while Ryan watched. It had felt uncomfortable at first—being watched—and then that discomfort had morphed into something else.
Titillation. Inspiration.
I might have once felt self-conscious, but not anymore. Through Joe and Ryan’s eyes, I saw myself differently. I was hot. Desirable.
Worthy of being seen.
And then I felt it, my cock tight between my legs. It was like this every morning, but this morning was different. My dick had been pressed up against Ryan rather than my spring mattress, nestled between the mounds of his ass, a far more inspiring hold.
I shifted, nudging back into Joe, only to recognize a similar fortitude behind me—his cock, warm, tumescent, resting just between my legs, at full attention, too.
“Good morning,” he whispered into my ear.
“Morning,” I echoed, feeling Ryan angle closer in, his neck brushing against my lips.
For a moment, we writhed together, skin on skin, body heat exchanged.
And then, in my newly emboldened state, I reached my hand for Ryan’s cock, hard and pulsing before him.
He turned just so, moaning, clenching his ass and legs together as I did the same—jerking one another with our hands and bodies, giving way to the beginnings of release.
