Brick by Brick by Maryn Blackburn Read Free Book Online

and I envisioned the fat glans spreading me inside too. He repeated the motion. A pleasure sound purred in my throat without me doing it.
    Gage shifted his pelvis again, this time too far, leaving me empty. He let his weight rest on me while he fumbled in the narrow gap between us until his glans teased me wide with a shallow insertion, then drove in deep. When it withdrew, Gage and I shared a smile at Jamie’s rutting-animal grunt.
    We worked through the awkward phase. At first I held still, and I think Jamie must have too. Moving between us at an unhurried pace, Gage worked his body and both of ours. I lost focus on anything but the way it felt. Several times I forced my eyes open, partly to remind myself what was going on and partly to watch the men.
    Gage’s expression changed from essential handsomeness to ethereal beauty, his fevered eyes and small, knowing smile as beautiful as anything in my Aunt Donna’s art books.
    After a few minutes of slow caution, Gage sped up. Since I could not draw too far back, I felt free to go forward, meeting Gage’s thrusts. James did too, because Gage said, “Oh, yeah, screw me right back, both of you. You’re so long, and I’m in so deep. Do me, James, do me good. Both of you.”
    Our clumsy push-pull became a synchronized rhythm that transported us someplace unworldly. When one of us moved even quicker, we adjusted as instantaneously as birds in flight. The first time, we stayed at that pace until I thought I felt my sex literally heating from the friction. I was going to be sore tomorrow.
    Maybe Gage felt the same thing, because he slowed on the very next stroke, and so did we all. In time we sped up again, although I could not say who started it.
    We’d graduated from words to sighs and grunts and gasps for breath. Perspiration pinpricked Gage’s forehead and upper lip, and his back was slick with it. Our bodies made wet squashing sounds when we came together, and Jamie’s belly slapped Gage’s buttocks audibly. None of it was funny.
    I wasn’t Natalie Felluca Bedwell having a three-way with her husband and a movie star. That would have been amazing, but this was better. I was raw sexuality, nothing else, a deliriously happy cog in a marvelous sex machine that would run all night and into the next day.
    Gage’s penis jerked hard toward my bladder.
    “Jesus,” Jamie said. “Not so tight.”
    Gage’s response was a hard thrust that he did not pull back. He held still, then screwed his face into a gargoyle’s likeness. With an extended kitten-like mew, he throbbed inside me.
    That set Jamie off. He bellowed like a bull moments later. Impossible as it seemed, I felt him come, a sort of vibration that traveled to Gage’s rod, still hard, still buried in me. He ground himself on my swollen clitoris. It made me come, the writhing, stop-breathing kind that used to make Jamie think he’d hurt me.
    For a minute, maybe two, none of us said anything, or even looked one another in the eye, just fluttered back to earth as our breathing slowed.
    “Oh, man. Men, I mean,” I said, my voice shaky. “I told you two was better.”
    James and I were connected by the handsome man between us, a conduit to the love we shared. We remained connected even after Jamie, his voice concerned, said, “Don’t let me hurt you,” and pulled himself from Gage, who appeared relieved.
    His shrinking penis eeled from my body. Gage pushed his hand between us with some urgency. It took me a moment to understand that the condom had begun to slip off and he’d made sure it couldn’t. It had been years since Jamie and I had used them.
    We rolled to our sides in near unison and lay exhausted, silent, smiling into each others’ eyes and stroking one another for a while.
    Jamie pushed himself up on one arm and leaned toward me. “How you doing, baby?”
    It was sweet, that he was checking. “I’m good. Better than good.”
    “Damned straight,” Gage said. “Way better. How about you,