Chapter 17 #2
He wrapped his lips around the head of my cock, and I did the same for him, moaning at the way it filled my mouth as I took him deeper. Wade groaned beneath me, the vibrations of his groan traveling through my cock as he swirled his tongue around me, then took me deeper.
I fucking loved that sound, loved having him in my mouth. I smiled around him, laughing to myself at the bizarre thought that I, at 26 years old, was only just realizing that sucking cock was my favorite thing ever. Especially with Lucky’s small hand around the back of my neck, coaxing me deeper.
"That’s it," Lucky praised, her fingers tightening in my hair. "Good boy. Take a little more."
I obeyed, relaxing my jaw, taking as much of Wade’s shaft as I could. I gripped his base, positioning him where I needed him, and found I could manage more than I expected. Wade’s hands on my hips tightened, guiding me into a rhythm that matched his own mouth’s movements on my cock.
I’d spent months avoiding anything, and now I was drowning in sensation. In them.
"Look at you both." Lucky’s free hand stroked Wade’s hair now. "My beautiful boys. You’ve been so good for me, you deserve this treat.”
Wade’s technique was masterful, his mouth working my cock with confident enthusiasm that suggested years of experience.
Each suck, each flick of his tongue brought me closer to the edge.
I tried to mimic what he was doing, what felt good to me, adjusting based on the sounds he made and the way his hips moved beneath me.
To my surprise, I found I enjoyed it, the fullness in my mouth, the power of drawing those sounds from Wade’s throat, the knowledge that I was giving him pleasure. It was profoundly intimate, especially as we both lost control and started to thrust, fucking each other’s mouths with wild intensity.
Fuck, I wanted to come down his throat. I wanted to come with him, to taste him exploding across my tongue.
His moans of pleasure sent unexpected pride through me. I was doing this. I was making Wade Kowalski, with all his experience and skill, approach orgasm. The realization spurred me on, made me bolder in my movements, taking him deeper, using my hand at the base where my mouth couldn’t reach.
Lucky’s fingers tightened in my hair, guiding my rhythm. "That’s it," she whispered. "Make him come. I want to see him come in your pretty mouth."
The combination of her words, Wade’s skilled mouth, and the novel sensation of his cock pulsing against my tongue pushed me toward the precipice.
I could feel my own orgasm building, unstoppable now, pressure gathering at the base of my spine and I thrust wildly, completely lost in the sensation of having my mouth fucked as he thrust against the back of my throat.
I wanted him in there, but there wasn’t time.
I felt his orgasm coming, the vein at the base of his cock pulsing against my lips, and I took him as deep as I could, determined to swallow every drop.
He pulsed in my mouth, flooding it with warm, salty fluid.
I hadn’t expected to like the taste, but I did, and that knowledge alone sent me over the edge.
I exploded into his mouth, my hips jerking uncontrollably as pleasure crashed through me in waves.
Wade swallowed everything I gave him, his throat working against my oversensitive flesh. I licked him clean, not wanting to waste a drop, surprised at how natural it felt, how right. I loved knowing I had a belly full of his cum.
When the final pulses subsided, I released him from my mouth, gasping for breath.
"Holy fuck," I said, the words barely coherent.
Wade laughed beneath me, the sound vibrating through my spent body. "Yeah." He sounded equally wrecked. "Holy fuck indeed."
A strange, joyful pride bloomed in my chest. I’d done it. And more than that, I’d been good at it. Or at least good enough to make Wade come hard enough that he was still trembling beneath me.
Lucky’s face appeared in my field of vision, her expression both proud and hungry. "That," she said, "was even better than I’d drawn it."
I rolled off Wade, collapsing onto my back beside him on the bed.
We were both breathing hard, the taste of him still lingering on my tongue as I tried to process what had happened.
I’d never thought of myself as anything but straight until Wade and Lucky crashed into my life, but here I was, the unmistakable flavor of another man’s release in my mouth, and all I felt was a profound sense of satisfaction.
Lucky stood over us, her eyes dark with desire as she watched us recover.
Unlike us, she hadn’t come yet, and the hungry expression on her face made it clear that our evening was far from over.
"My turn," she said, her voice low and commanding. She crawled onto the bed between us, pushing my legs aside to make room. "Both of you, between my thighs. Now."
Lucky positioned herself in the center of my king-sized bed, her head propped up on the pillows, legs spread wide in invitation.
The sight of her like that, exposed and confident, took my breath away.
Her pussy was already wet, glistening in the low light of my bedroom, and I felt my mouth water at the prospect of tasting her again.
"Come here," she beckoned us both with a crook of her finger. “I was so turned on by watching you.”
Wade and I crawled into position, Wade on his stomach between her thighs, me beside her. She pulled my mouth to hers in a rough kiss as Wade dove in, licking her pussy like it was the best treat he could imagine. She smiled against my lips.
“You taste good with him on your lips,” she said.
“He tastes good. You might not be able to get me to stop sucking his cock now.”
Lucky laughed. “Wouldn’t want to. As long as you’re both good boys. Now make me come.”
She shoved me towards her pussy, and I glanced at Wade, uncertain how this was supposed to work logistically. There wasn’t room for both our mouths at once, was there?
Lucky noticed my hesitation. "Bode, focus on my clit," she directed, her fingers threading through my hair. "Wade, your tongue inside me. Take turns. Work together."
I lowered my mouth to her pussy, my tongue finding her clit with practiced precision. The taste of her exploded across my tongue, tangy and sweet and uniquely Lucky, and I heard her sharp intake of breath above me.
Wade’s face was beside mine, so close I could feel his breath against my cheek as he dragged his tongue through Lucky’s folds before dipping inside her.
The intimacy of the position struck me, our faces centimeters apart, sharing this most private part of Lucky between us.
My tongue circled her clit as Wade’s pushed inside her, and the combined assault drew a low, throaty moan from her lips.
"Fuck, yes," she gasped, her hands gripping both our heads now, holding us against her. "Like that."
We fell into a rhythm, oddly in sync for two people who’d never done this before.
When I sucked gently on her clit, Wade would thrust his tongue deeper inside her.
When he retreated, I’d lick firmly across her sensitive bud.
Occasionally our tongues would brush against each other in the process, sending an unexpected thrill through my body, and we’d pause to kiss each other, unable to resist each other’s mouths.
It was messy and uncoordinated and flawless, our combined efforts drawing increasingly desperate sounds from Lucky’s throat.
"Mm, your tongues," her fingers tightening painfully in my hair. "So fucking good together."
The praise sent a warm surge of pride through me. We were good together, all three of us. What had started as awkward fumbling and uncertain boundaries had evolved into cohesive, almost choreographed in its synchronicity.
We switched positions again at Lucky’s direction, and this time I found myself licking along the seam where Wade’s tongue disappeared inside her.
Wade’s tongue against mine as both of us tasted Lucky drew groans from all three of us simultaneously.
Lucky’s thighs began to tremble, a sign I’d come to recognize over the past week.
"Don’t stop," she gasped, her voice taking on the urgent edge that preceded her orgasms. "Right there, both of you, don’t fucking stop."
Wade and I redoubled our efforts, our tongues working in tandem now, gliding against each other as we pleasured her.
The taste of Wade, salt and skin and maleness, mingled with Lucky’s sweetness on my tongue, creating a flavor that was uniquely us.
I felt Wade’s hand slide up to grip mine where it rested on Lucky’s hip, our fingers intertwining as we worked together toward her release.
"Oh god, oh fuck," Lucky chanted, her body tensing beneath our mouths. "I’m coming, I’m coming, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
Her thighs clamped around our heads, holding us in place as her orgasm crashed through her.
I could feel her pulsing against my tongue, taste the fresh flood of wetness that accompanied her release.
Wade and I gentled our movements but didn’t stop, guiding her through the peak and immediately starting to build her toward another.
"Again," Wade murmured against her flesh, the vibration of his voice making her jerk. "Come for us again, Duchess."
Lucky’s hands tightened in our hair, holding us where she wanted us. "Harder," she demanded, her rough with pleasure. "Suck harder, Bode. And Wade—fingers now, two of them, curl them up."
We obeyed, my lips closing around her clit and sucking with firm pressure while Wade slid two large fingers inside her, curling them in a "come hither" motion that would hit her g-spot.
The combination had her arching off the bed within seconds, a stream of profanity flowing from her lips as a second orgasm overtook her.
"Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t you fucking dare stop," she gasped, riding the wave.
I had no intention of stopping. The power we held intoxicated me, Wade and I together, working in tandem to reduce Lucky to this trembling, begging state.
Her dominant persona had cracked open, revealing the vulnerable core beneath, and the trust implicit in that surrender made my chest ache with an emotion I wasn’t ready to name.
We continued our assault, varying pressure and speed based on her increasingly desperate directions. A third orgasm crashed through her, and by the fourth, she was sobbing with pleasure, her entire body shaking uncontrollably.
"Enough," she gasped, pushing weakly at our heads. "No more. I can’t... fuck, I can’t take any more."
Wade and I pulled back, both of us sporting satisfied grins as we gazed up at her from between her thighs. Lucky lay boneless against the pillows, her chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat making her brown skin glow in the dim light. She was so goddamn beautiful it made my heart stutter in my chest.
"Come here," she beckoned us with limp hands. "Both of you."
We crawled up the bed to lie on either side of her, our bodies curling protectively around her smaller frame.
Wade’s arm stretched across her waist, his hand coming to rest on my hip in a gesture that was both possessive and reassuring.
Lucky nestled between us, her head on my shoulder, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Wade’s chest.
For a long moment, none of us spoke. The only sounds in the room were our gradually slowing breaths and the distant hum of the heating system fighting against the winter chill outside.
Snow continued to fall beyond the windows, adding to the sense of insulation, of being wrapped in a bubble where only the three of us existed.
"That was..." Lucky murmured, her voice trailing off as if words were inadequate.
"Yeah." Wade pressed a kiss to her temple. "It was. Thank you for letting me have Bode, Duchess.”
"Bode?" Lucky’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. "You okay?"
I tightened my arm around her, drawing her closer. "Better than okay, Duchess.”