Page 153 of The Substitute

They strip me first and then work both theirs off.

Holy fucking shit. The skin on skin is better than anything I’ve ever felt. I’m totally encapsulated. I never want this to end.

But my fucking brain chooses that moment to start an anxiety spiral because of course it does.

“Wait, I have questions,” I moan.

Savage wraps a hand around my cock. “What questions?”

“Really? Like this?” I’m trying so hard to keep my train of thought on the tracks.

“What do you mean?” Ambrose breathes his words over the back of my neck.

“You’re okay being naked together?”

“I have zero complaints about this,” Savage says, looking me over then over my shoulder.“You?”

“Yeah, I’m good, too,” Ambrose agrees, palming my ass before sliding his fingers against my taint.

“You’re really okay being naked with each other?” I ask again so my brain will shut up.

“I mean, no homo or whatever,” Savage says jokingly.

“This is literally full homo,” I deadpan.

“I mean with my step-brother.”

“We have our socks on, so it’s all above board,” Ambrose teases, rubbing his fingers over my hole while Savage passes him a bottle of lube. “Totally not fucking my step-brother, though. Just you.”

“Exactly and we can tease the fuck out of you together and take twice as long.” Savage adds, stroking me while Ambrose plays.

“Nooooo! You guys getting along is not going to go well for me.” I’m not going to have any brain cells left when they are done with me.

“Teamwork makes the dream work, baby.” Savage bites my nipple.

“I think you will benefit the most out of this, in fact.” Ambrose’s fingers return slick, and I nearly lose all focus. “Ask your questions, sweet heart.”

“So we’re dating? The three of us. Like, I’m dating both of you?” I arch into their hands with a moan.

Both Ambrose and Savage say ‘yes’ at the same time.

“You’re both my boyfriends?”

“Yep.”

“Then I’m demanding we do this group thing more often. I love sex stuff with both of you separately, but Jesus Christ, I have to sleep sometimes. You both know how to get me going so I don’t want to say no, and I am exhausted.”

A very smug, masculine chuckle comes from Savage. “I love watching, so I am always down.”

“This is what you want, right? The two of us touching you,” Ambrose groans into my ear when I roll my hips.

“Yes,” I whimper. “But I’m not against watching either.” My face heats at the admission, and they both freeze. Shit, did I push too far?

Savage grabs my throat, bringing his mouth to mine. I moan at the contact. Fuck, I’ve missed that.

“Do you have condoms?” Savage asks.

Oh, fuck. Excited anticipation flutters through me, tightening my muscles. My cock pulses, and I know Savage felt it by the wink he throws my way.