Whirlwind by Bailey Bradford (reading the story of the .txt) 📕

Stefan’s heart had done a magic trick. It’d gone and turned into a hummingbird. At least, that was how it felt to him when he pressed a hand over it. “What about Gideon?”

Jordan’s smile lit all kinds of needy fires in Stefan. “Yeah, you can kiss him too. He’d like that.”

“Not if Stefan wouldn’t like it,” Gideon added quickly.

Jordan reached out slowly, so slowly that Stefan had the opportunity to escape a dozen times before Jordan’s hand cupped his cheek. “I’ve never kissed Gid, Stefan. I bet he tastes good.”

Stefan gulped and tried not to sway forward, but Jordan was drawing him in with that seductive voice and the feel of his palm against Stefan’s skin. Stefan licked his lips and noticed that Jordan licked his too. Did that mean they were going to kiss? What about Gideon? Stefan couldn’t help but sneak a peek at the other man.

“Damn,” he whispered when his gaze tangled with Gideon’s. There was such need coming from him. Stefan didn’t think it was all for Jordan, either, though there were some kind of feelings between the two men. But Gideon wanted him, wanted Stefan enough that it was obvious to Stefan.

“Mm, that’s what I think, too. Just, damn, look at Gid.” Jordan turned to watch the other man along with Stefan.

Stefan wanted to kiss Gideon, he wanted to kiss Jordan— Hell, maybe I just want to kiss everyone! Except he didn’t. Only Gideon and Jordan have lit me up with lust like this.

Stefan didn’t know how to make the next move. He thought he’d have to be the one to do something more because Gideon and Jordan had already put some of themselves on the line.

That was easier to think about than to actually do. Stefan felt frozen in place, held under a spell of lust and fear that he wasn’t sure he liked. The fear, at least. He hated that particular emotion.

Gideon came closer and Stefan’s pulse raced. “I want—” He reached out with one hand. The words were too hard to form when his mouth had started watering.

Gideon took his hand, and something that might have been tenderness flitted across his features. “Does this mean you want me to kiss you?”

Stefan nodded, unable to articulate an answer.

“And Jordan, do you want him to kiss you, too?”

Stefan bobbed his head again. He wanted those kisses, and so much more. Maybe.

Then his brain shut down its worrying because Gideon pulled him into his strong arms and before Stefan could blink he was being kissed with a passion he’d only dreamed of experiencing.

Stefan moaned and closed his eyes as he clung to Gideon. He tried to keep up, to suck and lick, to twist and turn his tongue and do everything Gideon was doing to him. It just wasn’t possible. Stefan didn’t have experience kissing. Gideon mastered him in seconds, and Stefan loved it.

He felt safe and wanted in Gideon’s arms. Stefan hadn’t even realized he’d felt unsafe until then. Gideon nipped his bottom lip and Stefan forgot everything but the taste and feel of the man.

Until Gideon gentled the kiss and finally raised his head. “Jordan,” Gideon said in a rough voice.

And Stefan was being handed over and kissed again. It was another world-rocking kiss, although Jordan’s was different. He wasn’t as dominating, and Stefan liked that as much as he’d liked Gideon’s rigid control.

“Beautiful,” he heard Gideon murmur just before the kiss changed, becoming messy and wet, perfect and awkward as Gideon joined in.

Stefan grabbed a handful of each man’s shirt. He needed to in order to anchor himself in place, or else he was surely going to float right off into space. He was so turned on and so happy, it was almost incomprehensible.

Gideon made a rumbling, growly sound as he nibbled at Stefan’s lip. Someone—again, Gideon, Stefan thought—slid a hand over Stefan’s dick. Even through his clothes, the touch burnt with an erotic power that was addictive.

Stefan jerked as his cock pulsed and he came. Maybe he should have been embarrassed about shooting so quickly, but he was too euphoric to care.

“Shit, he smells so good,” Jordan rasped. Stefan opened one eye just enough to see out. Jordan was watching him and jerking Gideon off.

Stefan came out of his orgasm-haze instantly. He opened his other eye and gaped at the big dick Jordan was jacking. Damn, but Gideon was hung. He had a big, thick cock with a wide-slitted crown. As Stefan watched, cum jetted from the tip.

“Owed you one,” Jordan said, then he jerked Gideon’s face to his with a grip to Gideon’s nape. Stefan enjoyed the way the two men kissed each other. It was more like a battle of wills with not even a hint of tenderness in it.

Gideon reached out but Stefan scooted away. “No. I want to watch.” For one thing, he wasn’t about to risk Gideon wanting to fuck him. Even if he kind of wanted him to. But Gideon’s dick was a lot bigger than Johnny’s, and Jordan’s probably was too. Considering how bad it’d hurt when Johnny had fucked him, Stefan was going to seriously have to rethink the whole anal-sex desire he kept having.

Gideon pushed Jordan back and both men were partially obscured by the bed. Stefan sighed internally. He was definitely going to have to teach them how not to blend in with everything.

For now, however, he could see them from mid-thigh up. That was good enough.

Jordan and Gideon scrambled to get each other’s clothes off. Stefan’s cock twitched and he removed his clothes with a thought. He fisted his shaft, shivering at how good it felt to do so. That sensitive length was even harder after two strokes.

Gideon snarled and ripped Jordan’s shirt off. They scuffled then the remains of their clothes were gone in an instant, one or both of them having put enough thought into getting them naked.

Jordan leaned back and if he’d been a living being, he’d have fallen over,