Page 81 of B is for Beg

“After cuddles?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Yes, after cuddles.”

I’ve experienced a hormone slump after a great orgasm before, but not like this. Then again, no one has ever taken me right up to heaven before. It’s no wonder I’m taking the fall to earth hard.

“Let it all out,” Gabe says. “We’ve got you.”

I cry so hard my chest aches, and my throat goes painfully dry. They hold me through every second, comforting me, holding me, letting me know how much they adore and appreciate me. When my tears finally subside, Gabe turns off the shower, and Calvin lifts me. He holds me while Gabe dries me with a towel, and then Calvin takes me to the bed and lays me under the covers. Once they’re dry, they join me, Calvin bringing a cup of water with him. He coaxes me to sit and helps me to drink. It helps.

They curl around me, cradling me tenderly between them.

“How are you feeling now, baby boy?” Gabe asks.

“Better. Sleepy. I brought something pretty to wear to bed.”

“It can wait, princess,” Calvin says.

“I’m about to fall asleep.”

He chuckles against my ear. “Then sleep, princess. We’ll wake you for dinner in a while, and then you can show us how pretty your bedclothes are.”

“Okay, Sir.”

I let my eyes drift shut, safe and content between them. My emotions are slowly knitting themselves back together, and I realise there’s something new nestling in there. A profound sense of warmth and belonging, forming a cocoon around all my wondrous thoughts of Calvin and Gabe.

17

Calvin

I stare at Blake as I stroke his hair, marvelling at how stunning he looks when he’s asleep. He’s curled up on his side, with Gabe spooning him from behind. One hand rests on the pillow beside him; the other is stretched out towards me. He was stroking my chest, but when he fell asleep, his hand slipped onto the mattress. His face is completely relaxed, further evidence of the trust he’s shown Gabe and me, not just tonight, but since the moment we hooked up at Hamish’s party.

I glance up and notice Gabe watching me watch Blake. “What?” A smile hooks my lips up, and the one-word question is coupled by a chuckle.

“The look on your face is adorable,” Gabe whispers.

“What look?” I keep my voice low, not wanting to wake Blake just yet. He crashed out pretty hard and could do with the rest.

“The one that suggests you’re the happiest man alive.”

I let out a soft snort. “Well, obviously, I am. I’m in bed with two awesome men after enjoying amazing sex with them both. What could make me happier?”

Gabe shrugs. “Not a lot.”

“Exactly.” I grin at him. “There is one thing that could have made that play session even sexier.”

“Oh?”

“Youeating my cum out of Blake’s arse.”

Gabe purses his lips. “Or you eatingmycum out of his arse.”

“Or…” I roll the word around my mouth, dragging it out. “Blake eating your cum out ofmyarse.”

Gabe shivers so hard his eyes flicker.

“You like the sound of that?” I ask.

“Uh-huh. We should probably ask our boy if he’s up for that, though. Felching isn’t everyone’s thing.”