Chapter 9
CHAPTER
NINE
SIMON
O ne moment, Rhodes and Asher have the bottom of their masks lifted up as they kiss over my lap while I instinctively push their heads together. The next, Asher’s looking up at me, questioning with his eyes. “Can I?”
I’m quick to quip back, “Can you what, Asher? You’ve gotta use better words than that.”
“Can I try to suck your cock, Simon…I haven’t do?—”
He stops before he can finish, looking shier than I’ve ever seen this man. All while Rhodes is still on my other side, but his hands are roaming my body and I’m doing everything in my power not to melt into a goddamn puddle on this couch.
I grab Asher’s face in my hand, a little more aggressively than I wanted to, and whisper while hovering right above where my hand covers his mouth. “You can suck my cock as long as I get yours in my mouth after.” I have a giddy feeling he’s packing some fucking heat behind his zipper.
He gives me the slightest nod in agreement. Not even giving him a second, I lift the bottom half of my mask before I smash my lips to his, forcing him to accept my tongue on his. I was always told kissing another man was supposed to feel forbidden while growing up, but I was quick to learn that my body likes what it likes. And that happens to be men and women.
Relishing in the little gasp that turns into the sweetest whimper from Asher, I make it my goal to get as many of those noises out of him as I can tonight. I pull back slightly to take his plump bottom lip between my teeth and hold it there just a second longer, which earns me a groan.
I release him, and he slowly opens his eyes, still in his daze. The only thing I see is a pair of blown-out, lust-filled pupils. Almost to the point I can’t see his icy blue irises. ”Let me see those pretty eyes crying while you choke on my cock, pet.”
His eyes almost bug out of his head, but he pulls it together and slides to the floor between my spread-out legs.
Fuck, he belongs there.
On his knees.
Waiting for my commands.
His hands land on my thighs, and I adjust his mask for the majority of it to sit on top of his nose. He’s looking a little nervous, but he pulls the waistband of my cargo pants down just enough to spring my cock free again. Remembering how he had just cleaned my cum from my wife’s pussy, I question him, “You going to clean my cock up now, pet?”
He grabs me at the base while his eyes are on me. “Suck me like you wish you could suck your own cock.” Taking me by surprise, he spits on my dick and his hand, working the saliva up and down my shaft in a few quick strokes.
I watch with rapt attention as he lowers his head onto the tip of me, swirling his tongue around my crown and focusing on sucking the very tip while still pumping up and down. His eyes are burning holes through mine, and I can’t look away. Grabbing the sides of his head, give him the praise I know he needs.
“Good boy,” I purr, and that has him melting down on my cock even further. His lips meet his hand, his throat opening with the praise like the little whore I knew he was. He’s straddling my calf, and I can feel his hips start to grind down on my leg. “Ride my leg, pet. Don’t you dare come in your fucking pants again, though.”
I hear a growl come from Rhodes, and a huge, thick hand wraps around my throat in warning. “Quit teasing him, Simon.”
Rhodes turns my head towards him, and I just give him a wicked smile. He knows this is how I am with Asher and that I would never actually want to hurt him, but I also know Asher loves the protective side of Rhodes. And when we both look down at Asher, with my cock stretching his mouth wide, I swear I see his eyes crease a little with a smile.
The grip on the sides of my neck presses in and steals my next breath I so desperately want, causing a little squeak to crawl up my throat.
Rhodes grunts, “I want this pretty ass of yours, Simon.”
“Sorry, caveman, you’ll have to be nicer than that when asking to take any of my holes.” It won’t take much more from him, if I’m being honest. The deep-rooted need I’ve carried around for years in regards to Rhodes is finally getting to come out and explore.
The plug I’ve had in for hours now is the biggest plug I own, and the way it’s been bouncing off my prostate all night has my eyes crossing. Then add Asher deep-throating and gagging on my cock? I could come any second.
I grab the back of his head and practically pull him off my cock, and what does the little shit do?
He whines.
“Simon, I was just getting in the groove! Was it at least good?!” The sadness lining his features has me ready to feed him my cock again.
“You were perfect, pet. Too perfect. I was about to come down your throat if we didn’t stop there.” His smile is beaming. “Hop up on the couch and kneel in front of me.”
“Fuck yes,” Rhodes cheers under his breath, already knowing what my plan is.
I get on my hands and knees in the center of the couch, wagging my ass that is slightly out of my pants. That makes Rhode move quick. He’s behind me, yanking my pants down to my bent knees, and lands a sharp slap to my bare ass.
I wag it one more time, really trying to rile him up. “Mmm, give me another.” He does two more quick slaps in the same place, causing me to gasp, but that only spurs him on.
He lands three on the opposite cheek, evening them out, then he’s pulling my ass cheeks apart. I know he’s examining the plug that’s nestled between my globes, and I sure as fuck hope he likes what he sees.
Like he’s talking to himself, Rhodes questions, “A plug? You knew to be ready for me, didn’t you? Tell me, Simon, how long have you wanted this cock of mine?”
Way too long…but I don’t want to sound like a greedy slut, so I give him a grunt instead.
Smack .
I hiss at the sting, but the string of pre-cum that’s leaking from the tip of my cock is giving me away. Receiving pain is a guilty pleasure of mine, even if it’s right up there with dishing it out. I haven’t been able to be on the receiving end in a long time.
I’ve missed it.
Fuck, I think I’ve just missed men.
Don’t get me wrong, my wife’s body is something I couldn’t have conjured up any better myself. She’s beyond perfect, ethereal truly…But the strong thigh muscles currently under my hands, beards rubbing together, and the cock that’s attached to a man is something I’ll always be willing to let my soul drown in.
My head snaps up when Asher’s hands pull my masks from my face. He’s taken his off, as well, and a warm gooey feeling surrounds me, knowing I’m going to get to see his reactions to the first time he’s getting his cock sucked by another man. Asher sounds shy as he asks, “Rhodes, can we see your face, too?”
I should be worried that this will ruin the experience for Sloane, but she’s so lost in Nyx at the moment.
Looking over my shoulder, I see Rhodes pull off his blanket-type mask and toss it behind him on the floor. He’s grinning at Asher. “You gonna be able to keep from coming in seconds, little one?”
Asher whimpers at Rhodes’s teasing, and that spurs me on. I grab Asher’s thighs, pulling him closer to me and sliding his pants down as far as I can get them while he’s in this kneeling position in front of me.
His cock is bobbing heavy between his thighs, causing a hum to crawl up my throat in appreciation. “Fucckkk. I knew you’d be big, but what the actual fuck is this?”
He’s all smiles now. “A magic cross piercing.”
“A-fucking-what?”
“One piercing goes from top to bottom through my head.” He points out each one out to Rhodes and I. And it sure as hell does—the bottom ball to the barbell is at the bottom of his cock. “Then another that goes from side to side. Making a cross. It’s only magically because it’ll have you seeing stars, the moon, and everything holy.”
Rhodes is full-on belly laughing. “I thought I was fucking nuts for having one needle shoved through my cock…but you had two.”
“At two separate times, too…the first had to heal up.”
I can’t hold the laughter back. “Here we thought you were the innocent one of the crew.”
My laugh is quickly cut off, gasping, from Rhodes tugging my plug and letting my muscles pull it back into place. He lands a smack on the large plug right after, sending a jolt of pleasure through every fiber of my body as it bounces off my prostate. “Is this pretty hole going to pull me in like this, Simon?”
“Mmm, again, please, Rhodes.” I’m clearly not above begging. And he gives me everything I needed and more. He smacks the plug, and I feel his calloused hand reach through my legs and grip my cock in a firm, sure grip.
Without a word, I grip Asher’s cock and let my tongue circle over the thick diameter of his tip. The piercings feel so foreign to my tongue, but the guttural moan that leaves Asher is music to my ears. His head is tipped back in pleasure, and I hear the lube bottle crack open from behind me. Rhodes pulls the plug out slowly, and I moan around Asher, causing him to grip my head and slow me down.
I feel Rhodes’ thick tip resting against my puckered hole. Then he’s leaning over, whispering in my ear. “I know you said you and Sloane are clean, but I can still use a condom if you would be more comfortable.”
I pause my sucking to reassure Rhodes with my words, “I need to feel you, Rhodes. I want all of you. Including your cum dripping out of me.”
He nips the shell of my ear, growling, “Okay, baby.” And I turn to mush for the big man.
His lubed cock runs up and down my ready, begging hole, and I’m a whimpering mess already. I’ve missed this, but even more so, I don’t want to ever go back to just being friends with these humans.
Asher feeds his cock to me this time. I’m too busy holding myself up and trying not to tense with Rhodes about to breach my entrance. I open my throat for him, looking up into his eyes, begging for him to use me like the worthless doll I so need to be at this moment.
I don’t want control right now.
I want to give up any and every ounce of control I have over to them.
Give them my all.
Milk them until they’re sated and panting. Until their cum is leaking from me like a bred whore.
And that is precisely what they both do.
Asher shoves his cock into the back of my throat, holding my head there, causing me to gag. Right on cue, Rhodes finally pushes in. The shared groans from all of us probably have the girls wondering what’s happening over here. They’ve just moved to the bedroom to do God knows what…but I can only focus on the fullness of being stuffed from both ends.
Rhodes is still once he reaches the hilt. “Tap Asher’s thighs if it becomes too much, baby.” I give him a quick nod, and Asher gives me a beaming smile. Watching that boyish smile morph into pleasure is a high I’ll never come down from.
“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Asher pants between thrusts, and I start really working him. I hollow out my cheeks and let Rhodes work me up and down his length from the pure force that is behind him. “Fuck, Simon, you’re going to make me come if you don’t let up!”
I hum my approval. Needing him to finish for me.
In me.
“Mmm.”
Rhodes grips my hips. Low enough where I can barely hear it, he mumbles, “This tight little fuck hole is going to have me coming any second, too.”
I let my eyes roll back in pleasure, and that, along with my whimpers from the pounding Rhodes is delivering, seems to push Asher over the edge. “Fuck, Simon, fucckkk I’m coming.” And I keep him as deep as possible, swallowing every last drop he’ll give me.
He pulls my head off his cock with a shocked look on his face. Rhodes pulls me up by my vest, his other hand wrapping around my neck, applying the lightest pressure.
Asher’s front is to mine, and he’s pressing his lips over my mouth. Being pressed between them while Rhodes is still pistoning into me has me floating to another dimension. Rhodes’ hands are all over Asher, too, and Asher’s cock is rubbing mine at just the right angle…but it’s not enough.
Right as that thought enters my brain, Asher starts to kiss his way down my body. His lips are wrapped around my cock before I have time to process what’s happening.
“Whimper for me, baby. You sound so pretty,” Rhodes grunts.
And I do just that.
Asher doesn't have a timid bone in his body now with how he’s sucking me. I whimper, giving him a courtesy warning. “I’m going to come, pet.” I barely get my last word out with Rhodes’ grip tightening, stealing my oxygen.
Asher sucks harder in response, and that pushes me over the cliff, free falling into oblivion.
Grunts leave Rhodes as my cock still pulses in Asher’s mouth. With a couple more pumps, he’s filling my ass up, his cock flinching violently as he groans, “Babbbyyy.”