Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“How about we sample him now?” Pyro said above him in a low voice that sent a dark shiver all over Clover’s body and clutched at his neck.
“Might have gotten a bit too enthusiastic with him, isn’t that right?” Tank murmured and gently pressed on the flesh between Clover’s shoulder blades, pushing his chest down to the tabletop. “Show them your pink asshole, boy.”
Clover gasped, rolling his burning forehead against the cool wood. It wasn’t even humiliating, he was just… shocked how matter-of-factly Tank spoke of it all. His face had been hot before, but now it throbbed, as if there was molten lava flowing underneath his skin. And how fucked up was it that excitement pooled in his balls at the idea of Boar and Pyro seeing him up to the very last detail?
“Yes, it was intense, Daddy,” he whispered, but reached back and parted his buttocks, figuring that no matter how furiously his heart beat, he’d be fucking these guys sooner or later, so he might as well rip off the Band-aid of embarrassment.
He recognized Boars short grunt when the guy uttered, “Oh, fuck.”
Warm air caressed Clover’s sensitive hole, and a heat intense enough to make his knees shake licked up his crack as Pyro’s fingers dug into the flesh of Clover’s ass. The caress was so unexpected Clover froze, unsure if he was to remain still or try to stab himself on the thick, insistent tongue. But when Pyro lapped at his hole again, he moaned, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as unfamiliar sensations pulled at his limbs.
Boar’s fingers were surprisingly gentle on Clover’s scalp. “That’s so fucking hot. We might have to take a few detours on this trip to New York to enjoy him that bit longer.”
Clover whimpered, breathing harder when Pyro teased him with his tongue, drawing wet circles on hypersensitive flesh. Was this really happening? Was he about to embark on a fuck fest road trip with a bunch of guys who would keep him safe from abduction and fuck his brains out?
He’d been afraid just minutes ago, but now this seemed like the greatest idea of all time.
“Yes,” he choked out, stirring his hips against Pyro’s face. “I’ll be available. Within reason,” he added, but then Pyro grabbed his legs and lifted him to kneel on the edge of the table. Clover was breathless, naked, his cock already swelling again.
Boar appeared at Clover’s side, a small smile tugging on his lips. “He’s so tiny.”
“A jalapeno’s tiny too,” Clover said breathlessly, relishing Pyro’s attention. He’d never been rimmed before, but he already wanted more.
Boar laughed, clutching at Clover’s hair, just as Pyro licked along the rim of his hole. “Someone’s ready for more fun.”
But Tank chose this moment to step in. He squeezed Clover’s hand and cleared his throat. “I think he’s had enough for one day. The kid needs some food and rest before we set off north.” He unceremoniously pulled Clover off the table and while Clover was so into the rimming he wanted it to go on forever, he also appreciated Tank’s care. Whatever happened, he’d be under the protection of a reasonable man.
Pyro grinned. “Come on, can’t leave him hanging.”
Clover’s dick agreed, and he looked up, already feeling mischievous about what he was about to say. “Please, Daddy?”
Tank huffed, but his eyes glazed over, and he spun Clover around, pulling him to his naked chest. “Fine, but be quick,” he told Pyro.
The blue-haired rogue winked at Clover before dropping to his knees and sucking his cock right in. There was no ceremony to it, no foreplay, only raw need for dick that had Clover’s head spinning. In Tank’s arms, with another man’s head moving right in front of his crotch and saliva still damp between his buttocks, Clover felt like he’d suddenly become the center of the universe.
Boar was there for it too, his soft eyes watching the scene, and while he didn’t speak much, the front of his pants tented.
“That’s it. Just relax, pretty boy,” Tank whispered, nuzzling Clover’s ear.
Pyro’s head bobbed faster now, his actions leaving no room for Clover to think. After the rimming, all he needed was this quick blow job for release, and he came in under a minute, panting and shivering in Tank’s arms. When his knees buckled, the giant of a man was there to hold him.
Pyro swallowed the whole load and wiped his lips when he got up, piercing Clover with his lusty gaze. “You’ll be sucking my dick next time. It’s got a curve that’ll drive you wild when I stick it in you, but you’re getting a pass until you rest.” He turned to Boar. “You on the other hand, look hungry.”
Boar’s eyes met Clover’s, locking for a moment and communicating the desire overflowing in his body, but he nodded at Pyro, pulling on his belt and leading him down the corridor.