Sandpipers' Secrets by Jade Archer

Lark pressed his groin into Brody’s and wrapped his hand around both their cocks, holding them up against their bellies. Then he began to pump them together.
    “Ahh…oh…La…Lark…so…” Brody’s praise was lost in the dizzying climb to ecstasy.

    He felt Zak’s broader hand push their shirts roughly up out of the way then wrap around them, taking over from Lark and completely engulfing their cocks in perfect pressure and friction. Zak tongued Brody with small, wet swipes at the sensitive spot just below his ear, and Brody thrust up into Zak’s hand, tossing his head back in the final throes of their delicious euphoria.
    “Come for me,” Zak rasped.
    As Zak leaned into him, Brody could feel that Zak had his own cock well in hand and was jerking himself off at the same time. With that thought, Brody exploded in a burst of white-hot pleasure. His shaft shot long bursts of seed that splashed up between them. The spray from Lark’s cock bathed his belly an instant later, then Zak, too, shuddered against him.
    Zak caught what he could in his hands and continued to pump and milk them all until he had coaxed out the very last drops. Then he put both his dripping hands together, mixing all their cum, and drew them back apart to look into his palms. As if he couldn’t believe what he held there.
    Lark dropped to his knees to lick their combined cum from Zak’s hand. Zak stared at Brody, raising a questioning eyebrow as he raised his other hand and began to lick. Brody leaned in to flick his tongue over Zak’s palm and taste the flavour of all three of them mixed together. It was sharp and sweet. It was nectar. He licked at it hungrily, then, occasionally tangling his tongue with Zak’s as they worked together.
    Finally, when Zak’s hands where all clean, Lark stood back up and cuddled into Zak’s side, closing his eyes even as he reached out and dragged Brody into the embrace.
    As Brody leaned against the wall of Zak’s broad chest, still panting for breath and fighting for control, he realised he had absolutely no idea where to go from here. What now? Were they lovers now? Or were they playing at hot, heavy and slightly kinky? Would he be able to live with that? Would he be able to live with only that, because as Brody looked between the two men, equally breathless and sated, he realised with disturbing clarity that their coming together had meant more than just getting their rocks off. At least it had for him. He had a true, deep and burning desire to get to know these beautiful, very different men.
    To spend time, not just in their bed, but getting to know and appreciate every aspect of them as individuals.
    Brody had never felt that way before. Ever. He treated most people with suspicion and mistrust. He liked to keep them at a distance. But looking at Lark and Zak now, all well pleasured and smiling, he felt a tug in the region of his heart that demanded more from him than he had ever given before.
    Oh, fuck!Now he really was in trouble. If he had been uneasy and confused before, his mind was damn near shutting down on him now, refusing to deal with any of it. He needed time. He needed space. He needed to get back to work.
    “I…ahh…I better—”
    Lark kissed Brody softly on the lips, smiling at him sweetly, and against all probability Brody felt his cock begin to stir weakly.
    “It’ll be okay, Brody. One day at a time.”
    Brody looked into Lark’s huge, dark blue eyes and couldn’t help but relax under his gentle, reassuring gaze.

    “Sure,” he murmured.
    “Good man,” Zak rumbled above him
    He could do this. Whatever this was. He could do one day at a time. Sure. No problem. Sighing, he closed his eyes and rested his head back down on Zak’s shoulder.
    Brody knew he had to go or risk being caught by one of the others still working away in the kitchen, but he found he really didn’t want to leave Zak’s strength or Lark’s warmth. He desperately hoped his heart got the memo about taking