Welcome to Wednesday Briefs, where authors post free fiction of 1000 words or less each week. I used: “Small hands, big…”
I woke to Shane's lips ghosting along my neck, while his erection nestled in my crease. My own erection sprang to life, and I moaned when Silvion shifted in the bed, his large cock pushing in my belly.
“Are you finally awake?” Silvion murmured.
“Told you we should've been more forceful,” Shane said before I had a chance to open my mouth. He nipped at the junction of throat and shoulder and I gasped, allowing my head to fall back and give him better access.
On my front, Silvion rumbled something I didn't get. His right hand slid underneath my shirt until he reached my nipples. He brushed over them, then tugged at them. A drop of precome dampened my briefs, and I didn't know whether I wanted to push back against Shane on my back or push forward against Silvion to receive more friction.
My hands scrabbled for Silvion's shirt, anything to hold onto. At some point he must've discarded his shirt, which meant my hands roamed about his chest. His pectorals bunched under his skin and I shivered.
“You've got small hands,” Silvion said.
I froze mid-movement. Flicking my gaze up to his, I scowled. “That's not a line of thought I'd peruse further, or at least I wouldn't say stuff like that aloud if you want this”—I flapped my arm through the air, indicating the three of us—“to go anywhere.”
Shane chuckled. “You know what they say, don't you? Small hands, big—”
Groaning, I turned over so I could hide my flaming face against his chest. “That was bad.”
Silvion's hand slid between my legs, unerringly going forward till he grasped my cock. My breathing sped up as he palmed me through my briefs. “I agree with Shane.”
“Great.” I rolled my eyes. “I'm glad that's settled.”
Shane's chuckle reverberated through my body while Silvion kneaded my buttocks in his large hands—large and obviously very capable hands. Panting, I shoved back, wanting more contact, more of his calloused hands rubbing over my skin. A firm grasp stopped me, but not the whimper tumbling out.
“So vocal,” Silvion rumbled, “I like that.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Shane muttered before he slanted his mouth over mine. For a moment, I lost myself in the sensation of Shane's tongue exploring my mouth, while Silvion divested me of my briefs.
When I came up for air, I asked, “You sound peeved. Why?”
Shane grimaced, then leaned his forehead against mine. “Long story.”
“No, it's not. Shane always held back, it was a constant source of irritation,” Silvion threw in. He hoisted me up to pull my shirt off, then gently laid me on my back. A surge of desire rushed through me at the sight of Silvion, the not-so-subtle way his muscles flexed, displaying his strength. It was a total turn-on for me, and I made appreciative noises.
“Well, Gil is making enough noise for the two of us,” Shane said, his voice laced with an edge.
I gazed at him, unsure how to proceed. I'd never been attracted to two people before, and dreams of being taken by two men at once hadn't prepared me to deal with such a situation. Shane's expression was shuttered, though he kept rubbing circles on my belly. “If you don't want this, say so,” I said with more force than I'd intended.
Shane's gaze snapped up and he swallowed. “I do want this.”
“What if you decide you like him better than me?” he asked softly, his eyes shining with moisture.