Chapter 15 #2
“It was a special occasion,” Cooper said as he pulled his t-shirt off, “and he can’t drink alcohol, so I got him one of those virgin Oreo mudslides.”
“So basically, a giant ass chocolate shake with tons of cookie bits in it,” Gage groaned as Cooper watched the puddle of clothes grow on the floor around Zachy, whose hat, scarf, and jacket were rapidly growing into potential tripping hazards.
It was too much, and he hurried to gather it all up before one of them bit it and cracked their head open on the edge of the dresser or bed.
“Pretty much,” Cooper muttered, feeling a little sheepish when Gage put it that way, but their boy couldn’t have caffeine and didn’t really like soda, so he’d really seen no other option besides water or a virgin margarita.
“Oh, tonight is gonna be off the chain,” Gage remarked, smirking over at him. “You up for it?”
“You’re damn right I am,” Cooper replied as he dumped the clothes he collected, as well as the rest of his, after he’d stripped them off, in the chair in the corner of the room.
Zachy had gotten Song’s jeans undone and shoved down around his ankles, trapped by the boots he had on, not that he or Zachy seemed to mind.
Zachy had his own pants undone, so Cooper yanked them around his ankles and reached between him and Song to capture their cocks in his hand, already dripping precum, and stroke them until they were both whining into the messy kiss they shared.
“Keep them there a moment,” Gage ordered, his words growled against Cooper’s skin before he licked a stripe up his neck, nipping just beneath the pulse point there, a move that left Cooper groaning.
“Fuck,” Cooper hissed as he realized that out of all of them Gage, who’d gained a reputation in the house for edging them all mercilessly, was the one with the most clothes still left on his body.
Gage knelt and undid Zachy and Song’s laces as they continued making out, Cooper stroking them slowly, ramping up the pleasure for them as Cooper somehow got them to lift one foot at a time so he could remove their boots.
The steady thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk of him tossing them over his shoulder into the corner of the room might have bothered someone if they weren’t in a corner suite.
Cooper gave their cocks a little twist and smeared the precum that welled up along their lengths, the remote flying off the top of the dresser as Song stumbled into the mirror and desperately reached out to keep from losing his balance any further than he did as Cooper tugged his jeans off him and freed his trapped ankles.
Cooper was forced to let go and help steady him, which, in hindsight, might not have been the best thing to do, because it freed Zachy to create a tornado of jeans, socks, t-shirt, and underwear as he stripped them off and sent them flying.
Gage barely stumbled out of the way with Song’s jeans and underwear in hand when Song tackled Zachy and sent him sprawling across the bed, his kisses rough and possessive as he kissed his way up Zachy’s body until he was lying flush on top of him.
Gage’s tongue flicked out as he watched Zachy squirm beneath him, hook one leg over his hip, and rock his hips, rubbing their cocks together as he rolled Song over, trapping him against the comforter.
“Hmm, stay like that so I can blow you again; you taste yummy,” Zachy pleaded, straddling his legs so he could lower his head and lick the precum that was welling up from Song’s cock again.
No doubt about it, they were both keyed up, eager, dripping, and primed to come repeatedly.
Sliding onto the bed beside them, Cooper stretched out along his side, tangled his fingers in Song’s hair, tugging him into a kiss just as Zachy took his full length into his mouth, their boy showing off the deepthroating skills that always got his head reeling when he put them to use on him.
Now he was treating Song to a version of it filled with music, as he did his best to hum one of the pieces Song’s band had played earlier in the night.
He captured every pant, every whine, every whimpered attempt to hum along, his tongue sliding against Song’s as Zachy made him writhe.
Song had one hand on Zachy’s head, fingers buried in the strands, and the other tangled in Cooper’s, squirming as he rolled his hips and arched into the kisses, chasing an orgasm as Zachy’s entire cadence changed.
“Daddy!” Zachy cried out, the bed jolting.
Cooper’s eyes popped open as he broke the kiss with Song, their heads swiveling to look down the length of the bed to see Gage balls deep in Zachy, his fist full of Zachy’s hair.
Zachy’s mouth was open, a line of saliva dripping down.
His eyes were screwed shut, his back was bowed, and his cock was red and leaking, not that Gage paid it any attention.
He knew Zachy wouldn’t be able to come until he could get friction, which was precisely why Gage the Tormentor dragged him further towards the edge of the bed and kept his hips raised as he pressed Zachy’s head back down so he could resume sucking Song.
Cooper trailed his fingers down the center of Song’s chest as he went up on his elbows to watch Zachy, whose little mews were sending vibrations through Song’s cock as Zachy sucked it.
Song added his hand to the one Gage already had tangled in Zachy’s hair, helping guide his head, Gage’s thrusts speeding to match the pace they had Zachy bobbing too, as Song started to shudder.
He was right there, inches from plunging over the edge of the cliff, when Cooper scraped a nail over one of his tightly pebbled nipples.
The cry he let out was wild and completely unrestrained, ending in a pant and another writhing roll of his hips as he thrust up into Zachy’s mouth.
The muffled sob Zachy let out left Cooper’s cock weeping as he waited to see which would come first, only to watch in mild amusement as Gage stopped thrusting into Zachy and let go of his hair so he could wrap his hand around Song’s cock, staving off both of their orgasms. The broken groan of complaint Zachy let out was matched by a growled, That’s not fair, from Song, but the best response of all was the slow grin that spread across Gage’s face as his eyes met mine.
“Song,” he growled, licking his lips as he winked at me. “Would you like to come?”
“H-hell…” Song gasped, then remembered his manners and that we weren’t in the club anymore. “Yes, please, Daddy.”
“Then I want you to wiggle out from under Zachy like the good boy I know you are and roll over so Papa can fuck you.”
Hell yeah!
We had condoms and lube in both nightstands, he quickly rolled on a condom while he turned over.
As hard as Song’s cock was, and with his body already trembling the moment Cooper caressed one of the globes of his ass, this was no time for a long prep session.
He’d blow before he ever got into him, and that was the last thing he wanted, for either of them, so he prepped him fast and slid home while Zachy tried his best to manage shallow motions while Gage still had one hand gripping his hip, keeping him from being able to move too much.
“Fu…” Song stammered, cutting off the curse word as a shudder tore through his body.
Cooper gave him a moment to adjust to him, his gaze locking with Gage’s again as he did.
With a grin, he slowly started guiding Zachy’s head down so he could press it against the comforter, while Cooper pressed Song’s lower until it rested inches from Zachy’s.
Song’s ass clenching around his cock was exquisite pleasure, making it difficult to focus as his eyes half rolled back.
He barely caught the nod Gage gave him before he started fucking Zachy, long, hard thrusts that Cooper mirrored as he fucked into Song.
They’d tangled their fingers together, clinging to one another as their cries mingled, Song tumbling over the edge moments before Zachy, who begged Gage not to stop as Cooper came too.
He rode out his orgasm on Gage’s cock until Gage threw his head back and groaned, filling the condom before letting Zachy slip bonelessly onto the bed.
He sprawled beside Song as he rolled him over, one arm draping over Song’s abs as he snuggled in for a cuddle.
Probably a short one.
With all the adrenaline they’d had coursing through them, it wouldn’t shock him at all if they crawled over top of them and demanded round two. Judging from the look on Gage’s face as he flopped on the other side of Zachy, he knew it too.