Page 26 of Too Many Beds
Vance
I wake up to a warm body pressing against me, and when my eyes flutter open Oakley is lying next to me with his hand moving at a steady speed under the covers. Snores fill the dark room, letting me know the other guys are sleeping, and when I yank down the sheets the little princess is bucking his hips and fucking his fist.
“Touch me,” he says.
My breaths stutter as I adjust myself in my underwear. I look across the room and there’s no shuffling sounds or light coming from where Ambrose is. He’d kill me if I complied, so instead I stay still, putting more of a gap between us. “Go back to your bed, princess.”
“I want you so bad,” he whispers, turning toward me, his partly opened eyes revealed by the moonlight seeping in.
“You need to go back to your bed. This is your last chance. I won’t be able to hold back for long.”
He moans, turning all the way onto his side to push his leaking tip against my hip. Fuck. He smells so good too. Like honey and flowers. I’ve never known any man or woman to be so alluring, with his toned body and soft features. No wonder Ambrose has carried a hard-on for the guy all these years.
All resistance goes out the window when he slips a hand under my boxers, rubbing his palm up and down my length. The perfect mixture of gentle and rough, his fingers squeeze, adding the right amount of pressure.
Yeah, Ambrose is going to kill me, but at least I’ll take a short trip to heaven before being sent straight down to hell. My gaze goes to the still, snoring Mitch in the other bed and I slide down my underwear, giving the princess the room he needs to touch whatever he wants.
“Mmm. You’re so big.”
“Yeah? Why don’t you come closer and get a better feel, baby?”
Humming sweetly, Oakley slides halfway onto me, touching himself and me at the same time. Sliding my arm under him, I lift him more on top of me and claim his mouth with mine, gliding my cock along his, my fingers wrapping loosely around us.
His sounds of pleasure are muffled by my mouth and I slip a finger down his crack, teasing his rim. He ruts harder against me, our cocks rubbing together in perfect momentum against my palm. Pressing on his hole, I lift my hips, fucking harder against him, the friction causing heat to explode in my lower body.
He comes first, and I use the spurts of his release to glide my hand easier against us. My body shakes, my cock throbbing as I kiss him through my shattering orgasm. Our mouths break free, panting heavily.
“Does that feel better, little one?”
He sighs, slipping off me and turning to his side, his breaths shallow. Is he asleep?
Chuckling quietly to myself, I get off the bed and grab a wet rag from the bathroom. After wiping us both down, I carry him back to his bed and tuck him in before returning to my room. I quicken my steps when Ambrose tosses and turns under the blankets, sighing in relief when I’m met with more of his snores. I can’t believe I did that. Does Ambrose have to know? None of us keep shit from each other, and we never stray either—although it’s hard to think of it as straying when Oakley fits in perfectly so damn soon. The missing piece to our puzzle. And based on how he kept rubbing his needy hole against my fingers, bottoming is definitely looking like something he won’t be against. The one thing neither I nor the other guys have ever cared to do.
He’s more perfect than I realized. Ambrose knows it too and needs to stop fighting what’s meant to happen. I definitely no longer will.
If princess wants it, he’ll get it.