Uniting the Souls (Souls of Chicago #6)(51)
Hudson had been appalled to learn that I didn’t know how to cook and that Matt was basically living off frozen dinners, so he’d taken it upon himself to teach us how to cook. Hudson was an amazing chef and a great teacher. So far, we’d learned how to make lasagna, beef stew, and just the night before, we’d made homemade chicken and noodles.
Matt and I were very proud of ourselves for our accomplishments and Hudson had rewarded us right there in the kitchen. Blood rushed to my cock as I relived the memory and the way Hudson had dominated the two of us.
I wiped down the counter while Matt washed the dishes we’d used to cook and Hudson dried them. We’d made quite a mess, but with the three of us working on it, the cleanup was quick and easy. Everything seemed to go more smoothly whenever we were all together, I thought.
We liked to do and say things to tease each other and rile one another up. Sort of our own form of foreplay and one that I enjoyed immensely. I loved seeing my lovers’ eyes darken with just the brush of my hand over their skin or whispered words of what I wanted to do to them later.
It made me feel desired and even a bit powerful in a way, almost as if I could…No! I brushed that thought aside, sure that neither man would want what I’d been thinking and not willing to rock the boat. I was perfectly happy with how our sex life was, but still, I was curious.
I heard a gasp from behind me and looked over my shoulder, my cock springing to life at the sight that met my eyes. Matt was standing with his hands clutched to the front of the sink, his fingers turning white with his tight grip. Hudson had his body pressed against Matt’s back, the bulge in his pants sliding up and down the crack of Matt’s ass.
Seeing my two lovers together never failed to get me hard, but my cock became painfully rigid when I noticed the dishtowel that Hudson had wrapped around Matt’s throat. His hold on it was firm, yet I could see Matt’s chest rising and falling as he began to breathe rapidly from excitement so I knew it wasn’t too constricting.
Hudson had told me that he thought Matt might enjoy a little light domination. I wasn’t sure what all that entailed, but if the glazed look in Matt’s eyes and the desperate sounds of his moans were any indication then Hudson had been right.
Hudson pulled Matt away from the sink and turned their bodies so that they were facing me. He reached around Matt’s waist with his free hand and undid his belt. He unbuttoned and lowered the zipper of Matt’s jeans next and Matt let out a strangled cry as Hudson’s large hand plunged down under the waistband of his underwear and pulled out his cock. My mouth watered at the sight of Matt’s cock dripping over Hudson’s fingers and I reached down and undid my pants, sighing in relief as I slid my hand in and palmed my own cock.
“Get naked, now,” Hudson demanded, looking directly at me. His deep baritone voice resonated through me and made me vibrate like a tuning fork. I reached for the hem of my T-shirt, but his words stopped me. “Slowly!”
Matt tracked my every move, his eyes darkening with lust as I slowly revealed my body to them. Hudson continued to fist Matt’s cock, keeping the towel in place around Matt’s neck while he whispered in his ear all the filthy things he wanted to do to us. His words had me trembling with need by the time I was finished, having been stripped bare. I stood quietly with my arms at my sides as their eyes roamed up and down my body, but instead of wanting to hide, I was empowered by the undeniable desire I saw in my lovers’ eyes.
“You’re perfect,” Hudson told me and I felt my shoulders straighten with his praise. “Come here, Isaac, and undress our man.”
I did his bidding and then eagerly followed Hudson’s instructions as he had me get on my knees and suck Matt’s weeping cock. I lapped at him hungrily, tasting the salty, sweet cum on his tip and sucking him down, trying to draw more of the delicious flavor from him. I could tell that Matt wanted to thrust his hips and bury his dick down my throat, but when Hudson growled at him that he was not allowed to move, he immediately stilled. It was obvious that Matt loved the control that Hudson was enforcing over him.
“Keep your hands behind your head. You do not have permission to touch him,” Hudson instructed.
Matt’s jaw clenched and I knew it was killing him not to reach for me. Once he’d opened up to us, we’d discovered that Matt was a very touchy-feely kind of guy and he rarely spent any time with us that he wasn’t touching us in some way.
Hudson stepped back and began to undress himself while I continued to suck Matt. I licked a path down his long shaft and sucked one of his balls into my mouth, swirling it with my tongue. Matt moaned above me and I gazed up at him. His head was bent and he was staring down at me with a look that had my heart beating triple speed. I had seen that same look in his eyes a lot over the last month, but I was afraid to get my hopes up about what it might mean.
Hudson moved back up alongside Matt then and I let my eyes feast on the miles of glorious dark skin over rippling muscles. I was filled with pride at how magnificent my two lovers were. I wasn’t sure I’d ever understand why they had chosen to be with me, but I was eternally grateful.
My tongue swept around the head of Matt’s cock, teasing the bundle of nerves right under the tip, while my hand glided up and down over his shaft. I kept my eyes trained on the two men towering over me and I saw Hudson whisper something in Matt’s ear. Matt’s eyes widened, but I could tell that whatever Hudson said had excited him because he nodded vigorously.