Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Come up here, Reggie. Slide your cock between his cheeks, but you’re not allowed to penetrate him. I want your mouth.”
I tremble as Reggie lets out a breathless, “Fuck.”
He lies on my back, head over my shoulder, fucking my crease before taking Sir’s thick rod into his mouth. Sir fucks him with it but not as hard as he would me, then gives me another taste, back and forth, the two of us sharing my favorite cock while the feel of Reggie’s dick in my crack is making my head spin.
“You like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Marsh,” Reggie says after me, then dives onto Sir’s dick again.
“Lick my balls while he sucks me,” Sir tells me, and I bury my head between his legs, laving the heavy sac full of the cum I’m dying to have inside me.
My head bumps Reggie’s sometimes, the two of us sucking and licking, enjoying the treat we’ve been given.
“That’s enough.” Sir pulls back, and I’m pretty sure Reggie whines like I do. “Face the pillows on your hand and knees, pet. Reggie, once I’m inside his ass, you have free rein over his mouth, except remember, no coming inside him. Your load can go on his face but not in his mouth.”
“Yes, Marsh.” Reggie’s voice is rough and needy.
We move into position, Sir grabbing the bottle of lube he’d set on the nightstand. Once he’s slicked up, he kneels behind me and spreads my cheeks.
“There’s my hole. I lent it out to Reggie’s tongue, but it belongs to me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His crown pushes at me, stretches me. It hurts a bit more than usual because I didn’t have any fingers first, but I welcome the pain, crave more of it. I beg for Sir to hurry up and fuck me, but he just smacks my sore ass again and says to be patient.
Once he’s buried to the hilt, all is right in the world.
“Go on,” Sir says, and Reggie takes hold of my hair. They both let loose on me, using my holes, taking what I give them, making me feel like nothing is more important than my pleasure. I want to be this for them, want to make them feel good and to be satisfied in return.
I cry out when they both thrust into me again, Reggie’s dick in my throat, Sir’s owning my ass. It reminds me of the time with the dildo, only it’s different because both cocks inside me are real and hot and attached to people who mean so much to me. Two people who don’t look at me and see anything wrong with this moment, two people who love me in different ways.
The sounds of our sex fill the room. They pound me until I can hardly hold myself up anymore, treating me like I’m nothing but a tool for them, yet also showing me it’s okay to take pride in that.
My dick flexes with each movement, balls so full they’re painful.
“Fuck…I’m gonna come!” Reggie pulls out.
“Come, pet. You can come too.”
I close my eyes just before the first blast of Reggie’s cum hits my face. It makes my own nuts draw up, the tingle in my body making me explode, spurting ribbons of cum on the bed.
Sir keeps slamming into me as more of Reggie’s load hits my face, and then Sir’s hands tighten on my hips, his dick twitching and jerking inside me as he fills my ass with his cum.
“Holy shit, that was good.” Reggie plops down on the bed. “Don’t open your eyes, JT.”
Sir lays me down. “Can you get something to wipe him up?” he asks Reggie.
“Yeah, sure.” The dynamic between them—of Marshall instructing and Reggie listening—is clearly over, and that fills my chest with calmness.
A moment later, Reggie is back, but I know it’s Sir cleaning my face.
“You can open your eyes now,” Marshall says, so I do. Reggie is standing beside the bed, as if unsure what to do. I’m on my back, Sir on the other side of me. He pats the bed, and I see relief hit Reggie, not because he has the same feelings that Sir and I have, but because he wants to know everything is okay.
We lie there together, and Sir asks, “Everything we did was okay?”
“Yeah,” Reggie replies. “I had fun. It was awesome, but if you want me to go…”
“No. You’re fine. We’ll lie here a bit, get cleaned up, and then Jay is making us dinner. You’re our friend, and you’re always welcome here.”
Our friend.
Welcome.
Reggie lets out another relieved breath.
God, I love my Sir.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Marshall
Our sweaty bodies are entangled on the bed, Jay and Reggie talking about work and school. Jay tells Reggie what he’s making for dinner—chicken with sun-dried tomatoes, artichoke hearts, and orzo that he wants to play around with. I listen without adding much to the conversation. It’s not that I don’t feel comfortable or as if I’m out of place, but I enjoy watching him, seeing him interact with Reggie, the joy making his voice go up an octave when he talks about dinner.