Chapter 31
Benson
Parker’s moans are ringing in my ears, and Landon’s heavy breathing has me on the precipice of coming. It would be embarrassing if this wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
Parker’s warm body is sucking me in with nothing between us at all. Getting tested and ditching condoms was the best thing we’ve ever done. “Fuck,” I groan, rotating my hips and dragging my cock along their smooth inner walls. “You feel so fucking good.”
I punctuate each word with a hard thrust before pulling out. I make eye contact with Landon, and he nods slightly. His eyes roll back as he takes my spot, fucking his way into Parker’s warm and pliant body.
They’re trapped between us, with Landon lying on his back and Parker pressed against his chest. I’m kneeling behind, my cock aching, and losing my absolute mind.
I surge forward, slamming my lips down on Landon’s. It’s hard, given the angle and the way Parker is stuck between us, but I make it happen.
Parker whimpers, their back rising and falling harshly under my chest.
“More,” they pant. “Fuck me harder, Lan.”
Landon moans into my mouth, and Parker’s body jerks between us as Landon rocks his hips as hard as he can, given the space he has to move.
Parker cries out. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna—hey! Why’d you stop?”
Landon chuckles against my lips before turning his head to break the kiss. “It’s not time for you to come yet, Lovebug. Not until we’ve both filled you with cum. That’s what you wanted.”
“I hate you both.”
“No, you don’t,” I say, pressing my lips to their shoulder as I drive my cock back inside of them. My eyes roll back, and I shudder hard.
“What do you think, Cutie?” I ask, barely able to breathe. “Do you wanna fuck Parker with my cum, or do you want me to fuck them through yours?”
“Fuck. I’m coming,” Parker groans.
I pull out quickly, my cock pulsing hard.
Parker whimpers, spine stiffening. “You almost ruined my orgasm, Ben. I’m so, so close. Please let me come.”
“Not yet, Lovebug.”
Landon locks eyes with me. “You first, Ben. I wanna feel it. Want my cock bathed in your warm cum in our pretty baby’s perfect hole.”
Jesus Christ. I line up with Parker’s lube-slicked hole, sinking in as deep as I can go. I grip the bed, draping myself over their back.
“Close,” Parker chants, voice tapering off into breathless moans and whimpers.
“Not yet, pretty baby. Not yet,” I pant, rocking my hips and chasing the pleasure.
Fuck, I’m gonna blow so hard. Heat pools in my lower stomach, my balls tightening. My hips stutter as white-hot pleasure races down my spine. I bury myself deep, fingers flexing in the sheets as I groan.
“I can’t hold on,” Parker whines.
I drop my face against their shoulder blade, my dick jerking hard. I’ve never had sex raw before, and I can feel it. Can feel the way my dick moves through my own cum. We need to do this again. And I want Landon to come first next time. Want to feel this with his cum.
Parker gasps. “Oh, fuck, he’s coming. I can feel it, Lan.”
Landon groans. “Shh, Lovebug, or I’m gonna blow before I even get back inside you.”
I pull out, dragging some of my cum out too, and Parker shivers. Landon takes my place almost immediately.
His eyes squeeze closed. “Oh, fuck.”
“Close,” Parker chants. “Close, close. Please. Please. Oh, fuck, please.”
Landon’s body stiffens, his head tilting back and his throat muscles tensing. “Come, Lovebug,” he manages to grit out. “Come for me.”
Parker moans loudly, body going taut. This might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Slumping against Landon, Parker’s ragged breathing starts to slow. “Holy shit. That was mind-blowing.”
Landon runs a hand through Parker’s sweaty hair. “It was indeed. You two might be the death of me.”
I sit back on my heels, watching as Landon’s soft cock slips out of Parker. They whimper at the loss, and my eyes widen when a trail of cum follows, dripping toward their balls.
Reaching out, I brush my thumb over it, rubbing it around Parker’s slightly gaping hole. “Jesus fuck, this is so hot,” I murmur, my dick trying to rally.
“I wanna see,” Landon whispers, and when I look up, his cheeks are red.
Such a fucking cutie pie. Parker rolls off Landon onto their back and spreads their legs wide, pulling their knees toward their chest.
A breathy sort of noise leaves my throat, and Landon sits up quickly, joining me in looking at Parker’s leaking hole.
“God,” Landon whispers, then reaches down and does the same thing I did.
Parker jerks, breath catching in their throat when Landon presses his thumb just inside.
“You’re so wet, dripping with our cum, and still so fucking tight.”
I can’t help but groan. I love when Landon is too preoccupied with being turned on to think about being embarrassed about his desires.
“Put yours in too, Ben,” Parker practically pants, chest heaving.
I gather some of the leaking cum and push it back in, sliding my thumb inside along Landon’s.
Parker shivers, then lets out a sigh. “We can do that again, right?”
“We can definitely do that again. And we can damn sure switch it around. I’m not gonna let you have all the fun.”
Landon and Parker both laugh, but Parker’s cuts off when their hole contracts around our thumbs.
“Hell,” they gasp, and when we pull our thumbs free, more cum drips out.
Landon moans, then ducks his head and licks it away. “Oh, fucking fuck,” Parker nearly yells. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Landon pops back up, eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that without asking.”
I blink at him because, really, it’s fucking unreal how hot that was, and my brain isn’t quite up to speed.
Parker laughs. “No. Don’t be sorry, Lan. I didn’t say stop. I said, ‘Oh, fucking fuck.’”
I watch in fascination as Landon and Parker stare at each other. Landon’s chest heaves, then he leans back over, dragging his tongue across Parker’s cum-slick hole.
My cock thickens, and Parker moans. What Landon’s missing in experience he makes up for in enthusiasm, and it’s not long before Parker is digging their fingers into Landon’s hair and writhing on the bed.
I can’t let Landon have all the fun, though, so I nudge his shoulder, and when he gets the memo, I dive in with him. Parker gasps and groans, their hole contracting against my tongue.
“Fuck,” they pant. “Fucking fuck, I’m gonna come. How is this gonna make me come?”
They’re babbling barely coherent words as Landon and I tangle our tongues together, licking and sucking on their hole. I can taste myself and Landon, and when I work the tip of my tongue inside, Parker nearly sobs.
“Close, close, close.”
Landon’s grinding his dick against the bed below him, and my cock is pulsing with each beat of my heart.
With a choked-off moan and a raspy whine, Parker convulses.
I pull away in time to watch their untouched cock jerk, pearly stripes of cum shooting out and landing on their heaving chest. Landon moans, burying his face deeper as Parker thrashes around like they’re trying to get Landon to give them more.
I can’t take it. I push myself onto my knees and grip my cock, stroking it quick and hard. Landon cries out, his ass flexing as he fucks against the bed. Goddamn, he’s coming. Just from that. It takes less than ten strokes before my cum is joining Parker’s on their chest.
I crash to the bed, so fucked out and exhausted I can’t even think about sitting up anymore, and roll onto my back, holding my arms open. “Come here, you two.”
Parker rolls into my side, resting their head over my chest, and without a fight, Landon maneuvers himself up to my other side, sinking against my body and catching Parker’s hand with his own. They both snuggle closer, resting their clasped hands on my lower stomach.
We lie in comfortable silence together. We’ll eventually have to clean ourselves up, but the sheets and Parker are already ruined, so there’s really no rush.
“You know what I was thinking?” Parker asks abruptly, sitting up and looking down at me, keeping their fingers tangled through Landon’s.
I hum. “What were you thinking, Cotton Candy?”
“You need a nickname.”
Landon chuckles softly. “Yeah, he does, doesn’t he?”
I shake my head. “Nah. I don’t need a nickname.”
“You do, though.” Parker raises an eyebrow at me. “I’m Cotton Candy and Lovebug, and Landon is Cutie—”
“Don’t forget about pretty baby,” Lan chimes in.
Pink dusts Parker’s cheekbones. “Yes, and pretty baby. But you don’t have a nickname.”
“I don’t need one.”
Parker smirks, and I know I’m not getting off that easily. “What about snuggle bear?”
Landon snorts, and I scrunch my nose up. “No.”
“Oh,” Landon says, shifting so he’s braced on his elbow, looking down at me like Parker is. “What about Snookums?”
Parker hums. “I don’t know. That doesn’t seem right, either.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I really don’t need a nickname.”
Parker peers down at me, their bright-blue eyes flashing. “But don’t you feel left out?”
“With you and Landon both in my arms?” I shake my head. “Not a chance, Cotton Candy.”
Landon clicks his tongue. “That was sweet. What about sweetheart, Park? Since he’s such a sweetheart.”
I groan, but Parker laughs. “Yes, I like sweetheart.”
“Lovebug, Cutie, and Sweetheart. The dynamic trio,” Landon says, smiling.
“Fine,” I say. “Sweetheart, it is.”
Clapping, Parker lets out a giddy laugh. “Oh, this is the best day ever.”
“Because you came up with a nickname for me?”
They nod. “Yeah, that. And that I just got fucked six ways to Sunday.”
I glance at Landon when he laughs, finding his cheeks bright red. There’s the shyness I was looking for earlier. So. Fucking. Cute. “That’s one way of putting it, Lovebug.”
“We need to do it again soon,” Parker muses. “With you in the middle.”
Absolute fucking menace. They know exactly what they’re doing.
Landon nearly chokes. “You won’t find me complaining about that.”
With a dramatic sigh, Parker drops back onto me, snuggling against my chest. “Still can’t believe I got stuck with you two dingdongs.”
“Excuse me?” I say, faux outraged. “Stuck with us? You’re lucky to be with us.”
Parker sighs. “Yeah, I really am. It’s all purple and gold and pretty blues, like, all the time now. I’ve never had colors this beautiful before.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Jesus, I love you.”
“That’s gross. But I love you too.”
“That’s sweet. Now I’m feeling left out,” Landon says, but it’s easy to tell he’s joking.
I can’t let that stand, though, so I tap Parker’s back, and when they sit up, I tackle Landon to the bed and start peppering his face and throat with sloppy, loud kisses. “You know I love you, Cutie.”
Something nudges my side, and then Parker is squeezing their way into the kiss pile. “And you know I do too.”
Landon laughs, trying to squirm away from us. “And you know I love you both. So much.”