Daisy Chain

Chapter 19 continued

Darwin

Watching the way Zephyr softly and sweetly kisses Matty has me all warm and gooey for no reason at all except that it’s taken that heartbroken look from Matty’s face. I had no idea I was such a sucker for Matty. Yes, I know Zeph and I have both warmed up to him since he showed up in the middle of the night demanding that we get rid of an intruder on the island. Even when Matty joined me in the tower, where we talked about being something more than fuck friends—and I knew that I was interested in that—I’ve grown more fond of him.

Until Matty laid this out, though, I don’t think I truly considered how I felt about the situation growing between the three of us. Or even just between Zeph and me. This isn’t what I proposed, after all. This isn’t what Zephyr agreed to.

People who set out to fall in love rarely get the happy ending they’re looking for. Despite what idiots in church and government think, you don’t choose who you fall in love with. It has nothing to do with gender or sexuality. You can’t simply look at someone and say, ‘I’m going to fall in love with that person.’

Don’t let this be confused about how you look at someone and say, ‘I’m going to marry that person one day.’ That right there indicates that you’re already on your way to being in love. Something about them resonates in you enough that you’re certain that they’re your future.

That also follows that you didn’t choose them consciously. Those who are truly in love don’t choose the person they fall in love with. If that were the case, there would be no divorce. Why get a divorce if you’ve married the love of your life the first time?

Matty sighs, and I wonder how long it might have taken me without Matty to realize that there was something bigger than sex under the surface here? I have a feeling that Zeph and I might have continued this friends-with-benefits model of friendship for quite some time, never once guessing that there might be something more to it.

With a happy smile, Matty sits back to look at us. “I want a daisy chain.”

I laugh because, of course, he does. It’s such a Matty thing to say.

“Liam, me, Darwin, Zephyr. Then we’re going to turn around and do it the other way. Oh. We can create a ring of dick sucking and hole lubing first!”

The excitement on his face makes me laugh. There’s such a refreshing innocence about Matty. Interestingly, he’s older than both Zeph and me. I wonder if it’s the ghosts that have created that innocence in him. They’ve stripped away the weight of the world that had once been on his shoulders, and without it, he’s found youth again.

For good or bad.

“Undress!” Matty demands as he pulls his hoodie over his head. Not his hoodie; Zephyr’s. He might be convinced to wear his own clothing during the day, but at night, he much prefers to wear mine or Zephyr’s sweats.

There’s no reason at all that should make my chest warm, right?

Zephyr swats my hands away when I reach for my underwear and pulls them down my legs. He grins, tugs on my already half-hard cock enough to make me flinch, and then pushes me off him unceremoniously.

“Dick,” I mutter as I roll onto my side.

He chuckles, swinging his feet over the side of the bed. From the top of the nightstand, he tosses the two bottles of lube and a handful of condoms onto the bed before discarding his own underwear. As soon as he’s back, his mouth is on my dick as he shifts me where he wants me.

Zephyr is going for gold with the suction power of a fucking vacuum. It’s so sudden and intense that I shove at his head while trying to keep myself from immediate combustion. “Fuck, Zeph,” I grunt. My body jerks as the onslaught of pleasure sizzles through me.

“Don’t get him off yet,” Matty says.

I don’t think Zephyr has any intention of listening when I feel his fingers push into my ass just after, and waste no time curling against my prostate. However, someone decides to give him a taste of his torture because he releases my dick with a gasp.

Liam’s dick ends up in my face, and while I try to catch my breath, I adjust to do my part. Honestly, he has a really nice dick. It’s one of those perfect cocks that people could make molds of. Veiny but not overly. His head is perfectly proportioned. His girth matches his height in that he’s what you’d expect for someone of his length.

Even his balls are on point. Huh. Liam’s dick is just… pretty.

As it turns out, there’s a flaw in Matty’s plan. I get that we’re doing this with the idea that we’re all going to be ready at the same time, but he failed to take into account just how hot this is. The moaning. Slurping. Sloshy wet squelches. All on top of the pleasure we’re feeling from the stimulation we receive, and if you’re like me, sucking dick is a turn on in and of itself. There’s something sexy as fuck about the man you’re pleasing unraveling right before your eyes solely because of what you’re doing to them.

“Stop,” Matty suddenly says, and we all back off as if we were just hit with a branding iron.

“What’s wrong?” Liam asks.

“No one can get off until dicks are in the holes! Hurry up. I want a daisy chain.”

I close my eyes for a minute, laughing breathlessly. When I open my eyes, Matty hovers over me. “Are you dead?”

“Not yet.”

“Then get up!! I get to be in your ass again, and I’m excited.”

While I’m not going to pretend that my abs are anything in comparison to Zephyrs and that I can pull myself up with only my stomach muscles, I do a decent job at pushing up suddenly enough that Matty is caught off guard when I press my mouth to his. He grins, grips my neck with both his hands, and kisses me blind.

When he releases my mouth, I tell him, “You can be in my ass whenever you want to be, Matty.”

He smiles. “I can?”

“Yeah. Any foursome configuration you want. Any threesome. Or just the two of us. Any time.”

Matty sighs. “I like that.”

I trace my hand along his thigh, over his hip, and against his ribs, feeling his soft skin under my touch. “So do I.”

“If we’re doing this, let’s do it,” Zephyr says. “I’m fucking ready to get off. Matty’s mouth is magic.”

Matty grins. “I was trying to distract you from making Darwin come too soon.”

“He’d come again,” Zephyr assures him. “I enjoy making Darwin come as many times as I want him to.”

I roll my eyes. Fucker. He’s not wrong, though. He does enjoy that.

We adjust and move around on the bed, kicking blankets and pillows out of the way while we get into position—everyone on our knees and lined up nuts to butts. Zephyr is the only one on his hands and knees, though, since he’s currently in the front of this train.

“We going one at a time or free for all?” I ask.

“Free for all,” Matty says, “but hurry up and get inside Zeph. It’s so hot when you’re inside Zeph.”

He’s not wrong. It is hot. One of the hottest experiences I’ve ever felt in my entire life. They say when you’re into the person you’re with beyond physical attraction, sex gets better. I’d always thought that was bullshit.

I’m still a little on the fence. Hands down, the best sex of my life has been with Zephyr, even before something began to brew beyond the physical need between us.

Matty’s hands push me forward just as I’m lining up with Zephyr so that I’m bent over Zeph’s back. I spread my legs to allow him more access. I’m not sure how he manages, but I swear to fuck, with every inch I sink into Zeph, Matty is matching it with his own dick inside me. It’s a strange out-of-body experience where I can’t catch my breath no matter how much I try.

Like I’ve jumped off a swing and landed so hard that it knocks the oxygen from my lungs. I struggle as my eyes nearly roll. My fingers dig into Zephyr’s hips, and I end up biting the back of his shoulder. My entire body feels like it's shaking.

This is going to be minutes. That’s it. Probably a handful of minutes. I gasp and struggle to get myself under control. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Oh god, I’m going to come,” Matty whines. “I demand a redo after I come.”

“Thank fuck,” Zephyr mutters.  

It’s then that I feel him wanking his cock under me. I should make him stop. I should make him suffer for the way he hoovered my dick. However, there’s far too much audible stimulation in the room. My brain is flickering on and off. The way Matty bucks into me like he’s in one of the nature documentaries of a buck fucking the doe while Zephyr’s tight ass gets tighter with every clench he makes around me—

There’s a chance I come first. There’s no way for me to know. All I’m aware of is the spiralling pleasure that takes over and bursts out of me. I did put a condom on, didn’t I?

I grunt around my teeth in Zephyr’s skin. I’m totally going to leave a mark. The slight metallic taste in my mouth suggests I might have broken skin, too. At least he’ll think of me whenever he sees this spot over his honeycomb tattoo. Maybe I can convince him to get my bite mark tattooed into this one.

We collapse into a pile of sweaty limbs.

“Ten minutes,” Matty mumbles, his words sounding a little slurred. “Jus’ ten minutes the’ we do in reverse.”

Zephyr chuckles. “Good. Someone needs to be bitten.”

I grin. No arguments there. I’m down for some bite marks. 

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