Another Little Secret (3 page)

Lark started tugging at them, heading them all in the right direction with impatient, almost frantic movements until they collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of legs, arms, wandering hands and sloppy, uncoordinated kisses.

“Want you. Want you both so much,” Brody panted, reaching down to wrap his hand around Lark’s cock this time and stroke along the hard, satiny length.

Suddenly, Zak stilled and caught Brody’s wrist, stopping his movements. Lark moaned in frustration but Zak ignored him.

Reaching across blindly, fumbling with the top draw while never once taking his eyes off Brody, Zak snagged a condom from the bedside table.

“Brody?” Zak asked, holding up the small unopened packet between them. The question was unspoken, but infinitely clear. Did they need one?

Brody bit at his bottom lip. Zak and Lark knew what a big deal this was for him. He’d always been so careful. Even in the bad old days when sex had been about survival, he’d never, ever gone without. And somehow it all seemed to concentrate down to right now. As if everything about his sexual experiences had been waiting for this moment. For these two men. Two men he loved beyond reason.

Brody didn’t trust himself to speak, he just shook his head.

“You sure?” Lark asked.

“I’m clean,” Brody managed to croak. “I swear. I got tested right before we moved and then—”

Zak’s big hand covered his. “We trust you. It’s not about that. But if you’re not ready—”

“No! I mean…I’m ready. I want this.”

“Brody, this isn’t a deal breaker,” Lark said seriously—the fact it was Lark being serious made the moment all the more intense. “If we have to use rubbers for the rest of our lives, that’s okay. We still want you. We still want to go through with the ceremony and—”

Brody placed a finger over Lark’s lips, stopping his words. “I want this. I’ve never done this with anyone else, but I want…I want this. The three of us, just…us for the first time.”

Zak kissed softly at his temple, a sweet, gentle caress that melted Brody’s heart. “Love you.”

Brody closed his eyes and breathed in the moment. But apparently Lark was too worked up to suffer patiently.

“How do you want it?” Lark asked licking at Brody’s lips, coaxing the lust between them back to life.

“I want…” Brody stopped for a moment, really considering not only what he wanted for himself, but what he wanted for his lovers as well. Leaning forward he took Lark’s mouth in a deep, hard kiss. “I want inside you while Zak pounds my ass. I want to fill you up and feel Zak cum inside me at the same time. I want to fuck you so long and hard Zak sees stars.”

Zak groaned, reaching down to squeeze his leaking cock—physically restraining the need that surged between them. “Oh, baby! You keep that up and there’s no way I’m going to be able to hold on long enough to even get inside you.”

Despite his words, Zak thrust up against him, rubbing the tip of his wet, rock hard erection against the top of Brody’s leg.

“Mmm…I love it when you talk dirty, baby,” Lark said, stealing another kiss. “It makes Zak so wild.”

Brody smirked, so happy he couldn’t hold it in. “I know.”

Zak slapped Brody's ass with a loud smack. More sound than force, it made Brody jump, and quiver a little with delight.

“Bad boy.”

“Oh don’t pretend you don’t love it when we’re bad,” Lark teased, struggling to untangle himself from limbs and bedding to get to his knees at the top of the bed.

“True,” Zak said, his eyes never leaving Lark’s glorious pale round ass as it manoeuvred into position.

Of course, Lark noticed Zak’s distraction. He smirked over his shoulder, wiggling his butt in invitation.

Brody lunged, growling playfully as he caught hold of Lark’s hips. “Mine.”

There was a squeak of surprise, then a heartfelt moan of delight as Brody lowered his head and swiped his tongue firmly over the crease of Lark’s tight bubble butt.

Thrilling to his lover's eager response, Brody began to lick and probe, finding Lark’s hole and adding a finger to the wet play of his tongue—thoroughly enjoying every second of preparing Lark for his cock.

Completely focussed on pleasuring Lark with his tongue and fingers, Brody jumped when he felt Zak’s warm, slicked digits circle his hole—teasing and gradually loosening the tight pucker before pushing in to start opening him up.

“Shh,” Zak crooned. “Let me in, baby.”

Brody eagerly complied, relaxing and pushing back slightly on Zak’s fingers as they worked him open. He desperately wanted Zak’s cock, but allowed himself to enjoy the moment of his lover's fingers breaching and moving inside him as well.

Lark, however, wasn’t going to wait patiently for long.

“Now. Need you now, Brody. Please.”

It was the please that finally did it. Brody found he couldn’t deny Lark anything when he used that sweet, soft whine of need on him.

Raising himself carefully onto his knees so as not to dislodge Zak, Brody stilled. This was it. The moment.

Then all thought vanished as Lark pushed back to let the soft, slick pucker of his ass kiss the tip of Brody's cock.

Brody managed to engage enough brain cells to keep his forward thrusts slow and steady—gradually easing open Lark’s body to take more and more of his throbbing cock.

“Oh, fuck!” Brody couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to be sliding inside Lark, nothing between them but a thin smear of lube and a whole lot of passion and need.

Finally, Brody was fully seated inside Lark’s body. And it was almost too much. He had to fight to stay still, closing his eyes and resting against Lark’s back. The deep, rhythmic throb in his groin warned him he was definitely only a single thrust away from completely embarrassing himself and exploding inside his lover's hot ass prematurely.

No!
Even the thought nearly brought the reality on. And Zak’s fingers where still buried inside him. Mercifully still, but threatening his control even more.

“Breathe, Brody. Breathe,” Zak whispered, laying a tender kiss against his shoulder blade.

“I can’t…oh…I can’t—”

“Yes you can.” Zak placed another gentle kiss against his back. “Just breathe.”

After an eternity, Zak slowly, oh so very slowly and carefully withdrew his fingers. The sensation was pure bliss and absolute torture. Once done, it left Brody feeling empty and…hollow. Needy in a way he’d never felt before. Everything in Brody cried out, desperate for Zak to return. To be sandwiched between Zak’s cock and Lark’s ass until it would be impossible to tell where one of them ended and the other began.

Then the blunt head of Zak’s cock pressed against his hole.

“Ready, baby?”

“Yes! Now! Now, Zak!”

There were probably glaciers that were moving faster than Zak right now, and Brody was in no state to tolerate—

Zak filled him with one long steady thrust.

Brody arched, but didn’t get very far. He remained trapped between Zak and Lark. Perfectly trapped and surrounded.

With tiny thrusts of his hips that built in intensity and depth and slowly drew Brody into a smooth, coordinated rhythm, Zak started to fuck him—effectively fucking into Lark at the same time. It was utterly amazing. The sound, the sensation, the knowledge that they were together—joined and moving as one. It was incredible, but never destined to last very long.

So close, Brody reached around Lark’s body, determined that they all go together. It didn’t take more than a brush of the very tips of his fingers against Lark’s straining cock to push Lark over the edge. Brody felt the long jets of warm cum splatter across his hand.

The sensation of Lark’s hole clamping down on him caught Brody off-guard. The rhythmic contraction massaging along his length spun him into a fast, dazzling orgasm. Lights of every colour imaginable danced before his eyes. Just as suddenly he felt the warm, welcome rush of Zak’s cum flood his ass. It sent his cock off on another round of sporadic, jerking shots inside Lark.

Finally, Brody couldn’t hold himself up any longer. He collapsed, barely managing to coordinate his descent enough to land beside and not on Lark. Zak followed him down.

Completely exhausted and utterly at peace, Brody closed his eyes—still buried deep inside Lark and Zak’s cock slowly softening inside him.

* * * *

Lark stretched out, feeling the delicious dull ache of his asshole intensify. He smiled and sighed. It was so exactly how he wanted to end the day. Well, actually it was how he wanted to end every day. And start every morning too if he was going to be really honest with himself. But tonight had been…special. An especially welcome joining. Something about their lovemaking tonight, quite apart from the barebacking, had been…more.

Feeling the sticky wet slick of Brody’s cum at his hole and between his cheeks, Lark wrinkled his nose. Now all that was needed was someone to clean them all up.

He could feel Brody’s slow even breaths against his back. He really didn’t want to part with the wonderful sensation of the warm arm holding him snug in a tender, post-coital spoon. Unfortunately, raising himself slightly and glancing across Brody to Zak, he was met with a soft snore.

Well damn, didn’t look like their big strong lover boy was going to be any use in that department right now either.

Lark sighed. Much as simply snuggling down with his two gorgeous men and drifting off to sleep was appealing, he knew that in a few hours they’d all regret it if someone didn’t make with the wet cloths.

Groaning, Lark struggled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. After a quick clean up of his own, he wet two washers with warm water and headed back to bed to look after his lovers. With gentle, efficient movements he cleaned them both up, then hurdled the wet washers towards the bathroom—relieved when he heard the wet spat as they hit the tiled floor rather than the carpet. He’d deal with them later, right now he just wanted to get back to the snuggling.

With a lot of wiggling and squirming, Lark managed to insinuate himself in his favourite spot—right between Zak and Brody’s hot bodies. Sighing, Lark closed his eyes, letting the smell of male musk and spent love pull him towards pleasant dreams.

“What are we going to do about Wolf?” Brody suddenly asked, his voice rough with the edge of sleep and physical exhaustion.

Lark smiled. He loved the way Brody said ‘we’. It made him feel like…family.

Zak's deep rumble vibrated against his back. “We tell him it’s not okay to go around pushing and hitting people, but that we’re damn proud of him for standing up for his friend. And then we invite Ryan and Wolf to be the ring bearers at our commitment ceremony.”

Taking a deep breath, Lark savoured the perfection of the moment. It was so exactly right that Lark’s heart, already full to bursting, expanded in his chest just a little more somehow.

Still, something had to be said.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that you both played dead when it was clean up time,” he grumbled sleepily.

Brody chuckled drowsily beside him. Then Zak’s heavy arm settled over them both and gave a little squeeze. “We’ll make it up to you, baby. Promise.”

Lark’s lips twitched up in a smile. He liked the way Zak kept promises. Tomorrow—their own private Valentine’s Day—was going to be a whole lot of fun.