Chapter 22 #2
He’s whipped, but I love it, and I can’t say I’m any better off.
The door opening catches my attention, and Parker and Darcy come through it. Parker finds us immediately, and their eyes light up.
Ben nudges West, and when he sees Darcy, he lets out a little gasp, then jumps out of the booth, rushing across the room to Darcy and Parker. He picks Darcy up, spinning him around and planting a kiss on his mouth.
Parker’s watching them with a soft smile, but when Darcy says something, it falls away, and their nose scrunches in the most adorable way before they say something back.
The three of them make their way to our table, and when they’re standing beside it, West gestures broadly. “These are the guys. Landon, Devon, and Levi. You know Ben, of course. This is Darcy, my boyfriend.”
We all wave, but I can’t drag my eyes away from Parker. Ben must be in the same boat. “Hey, Park,” he says, then pats his thigh. The invite is impossible to miss, but who knows if Parker will take him up on it.
I don’t have to wonder for long because they slide into the booth and climb right into Ben’s lap.
I lean in close, keeping my voice down. “Hey, Lovebug. We missed you. I’m glad you decided to join us after all.”
Their cheeks flush pink, and Ben gives them a little squeeze.
After West goes to get everyone drinks, Parker shifts a little, hooking their leg over mine under the table. I can’t see how it’s a comfortable position, essentially straddling both of us, but I’m not complaining.
Pretty much everything in my world is right.
At least right now. So I smile and keep up with the conversation happening around us.
Parker twines their pinky around mine, and when I glance up at them, they’re staring at me with a soft smile, blue eyes practically sparkling in the low light of the bar.
Everyone starts clearing out of the booth to go dance, and with alcohol and the buzz of being near Parker and Ben in my veins, I grab Parker’s hand, leading them to the dance floor.
Ben grins, then waves, following West across the room.
“Wanna dance, Lovebug?”
Parker runs their fingers through their paint-streaked hair, grinning up at me. “Yes. Let’s do it.”
They practically melt into me, swaying with me to the beat of the music. It’s not as sexually charged as dancing with Ben was, but try telling that to my dick. Seems that just having my Lovebug pressed against me is enough.
Parker sighs. “Can’t wait to get home.”
I laugh. “Oh, are we cramping your style?”
“No.” They stop dancing, then move closer to me until my cock is pressed against their stomach. Looking up at me, they smirk. “I just really wanna take care of this.” Rolling their hips, they grind their dick against my leg. “And this.”
“Oh,” I breathe, heat flooding my veins.
“Yeah. Oh.” They wink, dragging me closer.
Rising on their tiptoes, they get within a millimeter of my mouth, then pause. I’m nearly choking on my want. “What’s wrong?”
“Is this okay? We don’t have to do this in public.”
“That’s what you’re worried about?” I ask, pulling back enough to stare into their eyes.
“Yeah.” They shrug. “Dancing? Sure. Kissing? I don’t know. I want to make sure you don’t want to keep things more low-key than that.”
I shake my head. “No. I’m not ashamed of you. Or Ben. Or hell, even myself and my feelings.”
Maybe I was afraid at first, but I wasn’t ashamed. Not even for a second.
Parker smiles. “I didn’t think you were ashamed. But there’s shame, and then there’s making out with someone in the middle of a crowded bar.”
I glance around. Sure, there are more people in here now, but if anything, it just makes me want to kiss them more. I’m not sure I’ve ever considered myself a possessive or territorial person, but when it comes to Ben and Parker, I’m finding that I am.
With a shake of my head, I slide my hands up Parker’s sides, feeling their sharp intake of breath under my palms. Ghosting my hands over their throat, I slide my fingers into their thick, paint-covered hair, smiling when my fingers tangle in the knotted strands.
Without giving them another second to protest, I pull them closer, slamming my mouth down on theirs. The moan that vibrates against my lips has fire exploding in my gut and my cock throbbing.
I don’t let the kiss go on for too long, and when the song turns from something slow and pulsing to something more upbeat, Parker lets their head fall back, exposing the long line of their throat to me, and grinds against me.
I let my eyes fall shut and my body take over, listening to Ben’s words in my head about letting the music take me, and roll my hips against Parker’s.
I nearly jump out of my skin when someone who isn’t Parker speaks. “Hey, where’s West?”
I open my eyes in time to see Parker shrug. “Where’s Ben?” they ask.
Darcy looks around for a second, then shrugs before wandering off.
Parker’s eyes are half-lidded, the blue barely showing past their blown pupils, and their cheeks are rosy with arousal. “He’s got the right idea. Let’s find Ben and get out of here.”
“Won’t find me complaining.”
Parker rises again, stealing my breath and my sanity with another mind-numbing kiss.
We stumble into Parker’s apartment, a tangle of limbs and bodies slamming into each other and the walls.
I’m not sure how we got here. It was all a blur.
A blur of Parker’s mouth on my throat, Ben’s hands on my thighs, Parker dragging their fingers up and down over my aching cock, Ben’s tongue pressing into my mouth.
And even one instance of Parker grinding against my thigh while whimpering and moaning into Ben’s mouth while Ben took them apart inches from my face.
Now I’m not even sure which way is up. All I know is that every single nerve in my body is tingling, my boxers are soaked with pre-cum, and there are hands all over me.
We somehow make it to Parker’s bedroom, clothes flying off along the way, and by the time the three of us collapse on their bed, we’re naked.
Parker crawls up my body, dragging their leaking cock over my skin as their lips explore.
“Fuck, you two are so hot together,” Ben murmurs, voice rough and low.
Parker grinds against my hip, gasping into my overheated skin. I nearly combust when wet warmth surrounds my dick. I glance down in time to see Ben between my thighs, his head bobbing up and down.
My eyes roll back, and my hips jerk up. “Fuck,” I moan, reaching down to tangle my fingers in his hair.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Parker whispers near my ear, their hips still rocking into mine. “I bet his mouth feels perfect.”
Ben moans, making a slight gagging sound that has my balls tightening.
“Uh-huh, so good,” I somehow manage to say. It’s a miracle I can talk at all. I’m nothing but boiling heat and raw want. I’ve never wanted anything in my life as much as I want the two of them.
“Describe it,” they all but demand, licking a path up my throat.
“Uh…” I swallow hard, my throat convulsing and my stomach tightening at that. It shouldn’t turn me on more, right? “It’s hot. His mouth.”
“Yeah?” Parker says, before sucking on my skin hard enough that I know it’s going to leave a mark. “What about his tongue?”
I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation. Ben dips his tongue into my foreskin before moaning again.
“He’s kinda licking the head,” I choke out.
Parker and Ben both groan, and Parker grinds against me harder. “Fuck, this is so hot. You feel so good. Tell me more.”
My dick pulses in Ben’s mouth. “I don’t… I don’t know what you want me to say.”
And it’s the truth. I can’t describe this. No words could do it justice.
“Tell Ben how good it feels. He deserves to know, don’t you think?”
I whimper. Where did this little chaos gremlin and their dirty mouth come from? “It’s so good.”
“What do you want him to do?” Parker practically coos. “I think he’d give you just about anything you asked for.”
Would he? Fuck. “I—can you… Can you use your fingers? Like Parker did with you?”
Parker groans, shuddering hard against me. “Oh, fuck.”
Ben whimpers, nodding before pulling off my cock. It twitches in the air between us, flushed, slick with spit, and throbbing. Fuck, I’m so hard I swear I could come from the slightest breeze.
Ben reaches up, tapping his fingers against my lips. “Suck.”
I open immediately, taking his fingers into the depths of my mouth. His pupils blow wide when I slide my tongue between them, licking over them and sucking on them. He presses down on my tongue, and my eyes roll back as I fight hard against a gag.
When he pulls them out, they’re soaked in spit.
His eyes find mine. “Are you okay?”
I nod. Of course I’m okay. In what world would I not be okay?
“You’re shaking, Cutie. I just wanna make sure.”
I take stock of my body, noticing the tremor in it for the first time. It’s not bad, though. Not even a little. “I just want you so much,” I breathe.
Ben smiles, eyes going soft. “You’ve got me.”
I’m overwhelmed. So overwhelmed. Warm fingers coast over my cheek, and I close my eyes, leaning into the touch. “We’ve got you, Lan,” Parker whispers.
I jolt when Ben’s hand slides between my legs, fingers ghosting over my hole. “Tell me again,” he murmurs, sending my pulse skyrocketing. “Tell me again that you want this.”
Fuck. “Oh, God. Please.”
Ben swallows me to the back of his throat as he presses the tip of his finger slowly inside me. I can feel my hole contracting around it, can feel my body fighting against the intrusion.
“Breathe, baby,” Parker says softly, and my heart nearly jumps out of my chest. I inhale a slow breath, letting my limbs relax.
Blindly finding Parker’s lips, I kiss them. Ben bobs on my dick, and each time I hit the back of his throat, tingles race up my spine.
Ben pulls off my cock, removing his finger at the same time, and I gasp. “Lube, please, Cotton Candy? I don’t want to hurt him.”
Parker scrambles away from me, digging in their bedside drawer and producing a bottle of lube. They toss it to Ben. I’m expecting them to come back up and kiss me more.
They don’t.
“I wanna taste him while you finger him. It’s not fair for you to keep him all to yourself.”
I groan, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. There’s the click of the lube opening, then the sound of Ben squeezing it out. I barely have time to brace before—
“Oh, fuck.” A moan punches out of my chest when Ben slides a cool, wet finger inside me. It’s easier this time. There’s less resistance, and I don’t know if it’s the lube or if it’s that my body is ready, if I’m more needy.
Parker’s mouth closes over the head of my cock, their tongue collecting the pre-cum as they moan around my length.
There’s more pressure as Ben adds a second finger, and when he curls them, my vision nearly whites out.
“Oh my God. I’m so close. I’m not gonna last… I can’t—oh, fuck, please.”
Parker pulls off. “Not yet.”
Not yet. Not yet? As if I can control it. As if I have a single chance of fighting it off.
Ben curls his fingers again, and my hips jerk up, my cock hitting Parker on the chin. They pin my hips to the bed with surprising strength, and pre-cum leaks from the head of my cock in a thick stream, pooling at the base.
Ben leans forward, licking it off in a wet path up my shaft, and I nearly jolt out of my skin. “Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck,” I moan, thighs shaking almost uncontrollably.
Parker darts forward when Ben pulls back, and I can’t drag my eyes away as Parker licks into Ben’s mouth, moaning as they suck my pre-cum off Ben’s tongue.
Parker’s breathing heavily, their eyes wild. With each gust of breath, my sensitive cock throbs and pulses. Sweat beads on my skin as I fight to keep control of myself.
Surging forward again, Parker licks along the head of my cock, eyes glued on Ben. Ben works his fingers in and out of me slowly, scissoring them and curling them and rotating his wrist until I feel like I might die. Then his tongue is joining Parker’s.
The two of them lick at the head of my cock, tongues swiping each other’s as they do.
Ben sucks on the underside of my cock, and Parker licks across the slit. Their lips brush, kissing and sucking and licking, and I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come so fucking hard.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hips twitching. “Don’t stop—please don’t stop.”
Ben moans but doesn’t pull away, and Parker dips their tongue into my slit again. Heat races down my spine, pleasure pooling in my balls.
A loud whimper flies from my lips. “I can’t. Oh fuck, I can’t stop it. I’m—I… I’m gonna come. Please, please… Oh—please.”
Ben moves his fingers faster, and my hole starts pulsing around him, tightening just like his did when he came on my cock. He sucks on the skin under my head as Parker circles the slit with their tongue.
I’m trying so hard to not come—so fucking hard, nails digging into my palms as I fight it—but when the two of them make eye contact and kiss, tongues teasing, lips meeting, with the head of my cock still between their lips, I fucking lose it.
I grip the sheets in both hands, hips punching up as a loud cry tears from my throat. “I’m coming. Oh God, I’m coming—”
My voice cuts off into nothing as I shoot into their mouths, my cock jerking with each rush of cum. Some lands on Parker’s lips, more on Ben’s cheek. That only makes me come harder, a litany of moans pouring from my lips as my cum makes a mess of all of us.
The two of them pull off my cock in sync, and Parker smiles at Ben, wiping a bit of cum off his chin with their thumb before sucking it into their mouth.
These two are going to be the death of me.