Chapter 8 #2
“I’ll go get the lube,” I said.
It was torture leaving them alone, but I made it inside the house and back to the poolside in record time.
Cairo was slicking their cocks together, frotting against Brandt.
They looked so fucking hot like that. Brandt’s bronze skin glistened under the sun, and Cairo’s loud moans made my cock jut harder between my legs.
I snuck up behind Brandt and generously applied lube to his entrance while they kissed, rubbing their cocks against each other. Sitting, I gently probed his hole with my fingers, stretching him until he was loose enough for me.
“Oh, my god.” He leaned back against my chest.
“Feels good, baby?” Cairo asked.
“Uh-huh.” The sexy purr from him made me growl.
“Fuck him, Jim,” Cairo said. “I want to watch for a bit while you loosen him up for both of us.”
My heart pounded, a primal urge surging through me. I nodded, slipped on a condom, and wrapped one arm around Brandt’s waist as I aligned my slick cock to his entrance.
As I pushed in, Brandt gasped, his body tensing briefly, but he forced himself to relax, allowing me access. He was warm and tight around me, and it took every ounce of willpower not to lose myself immediately.
One of Brandt’s hands found mine and intertwined our fingers as I eased into him farther, and when I fully bottomed out inside him, his soft moans turned into loud groans. “Oh god…”
“Is that good?” I asked..
“So good…” Brandt breathed out, struggling to inhale.
I started slow, each thrust calculated and filled with purpose. Brandt whimpered and squirmed underneath me, pushing back against my thrusts, while Cairo watched us with hooded eyes. He had his hand on his erect member, slowly stroking himself, speaking softly to Brandt.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Look at you taking that cock like a good boy.”
“I am your good boy, and I want to feel you inside me too.”
Cairo brushed Brandt’s hair back, leaning forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss that left them both panting. His hand roamed over Brandt’s torso, fingers finding their way to his nipples and swirling around them teasingly.
“Oh god… Cairo.” Brandt groaned into their kiss, his body trembling beneath me. His cries and whimpers were driving me wild; every sound he made was like sweet music that fed my arousal.
“Are you sure you’re ready for me too?” Cairo asked huskily when they broke apart. “I need to check for myself.”
Cairo delved two fingers into Brandt’s hole alongside my cock. Brandt keened loudly at the new sensation, his grip on my hand tightening as Cairo probed and stretched him farther. His body rhythmically contracted around both of us, but he pushed back against us to tell us he was okay.
“Cairo… please… I need… need you.”
Cairo gave a growling sigh of pure desire, pulled his fingers free, and slicked up his shaft with lube. He shifted his position, kneeling between Brandt’s spread legs and aligning himself with us.
“Cairo,” Brandt said again, a mix of urgency and plea. I paused my thrusts to allow Brandt time to adjust to Cairo’s size, giving him a moment to breathe.
“Shhh…” Cairo soothed him, “I’m here. We’re here.” He kissed Brandt with tender passion, their tongues stroking each other in a sultry dance, and I gripped Brandt’s waist tighter.
Cairo eased into him. His forehead fell onto Brandt’s shoulder as he let out a deep groan of pleasure. The feeling of Cairo so close to me through the barrier of Brandt’s body was intense, adding an overwhelming tightness. I bit down on my lip to stifle a moan.
Brandt gasped, squirming under our hold. After several moments of panting and adjusting to our combined girths inside him, he nodded, a silent signal he was ready for more.
Moving in sync, Cairo and I thrust into Brandt rhythmically—one in as the other pulled out. Waves of pleasure rippled through all three of us.
An array of sounds filled the afternoon air—the slap of skin against skin, quiet whimpers and raspy moans from Brandt, the occasional grunt from Cairo and me.
It was a symphony of pleasure, an orchestration of raw lust and burning desire.
We moved together, losing ourselves in the passion and affection that were as much a part of us as our very breaths.
Every grunt from Brandt spurred us on, his body a willing vessel for our shared pleasure, his reactions driving us closer to release. We were locked in a dance of hedonistic indulgence, a dance that promised something phenomenal at the end.
Cairo caressed Brandt’s body, one hand on his chest tweaking his nipple, the other trailing farther down and grasping his throbbing member. Brandt let out a shuddered moan at the touch, bucking his hips in rhythm to our thrusts.
Cairo stroked him in time with our movements, circling his thumb over the head in teasing motions. The stimulation was too much for Brandt, and he let out a high-pitched whimper.
“Good boy…” Cairo said breathlessly as he pistoned into Brandt. He moved faster, sweat trickling down his back as he placed openmouthed kisses against Brandt’s neck.
Their chemistry only spurred me on. I thrust harder into Brandt.
With a guttural growl, I spilled into him while Cairo stroked Brandt’s cock until he came with a hoarse shout.
His release painted Cairo’s fingers and the chair.
His body convulsed around us in waves of ecstasy, pulling an orgasm from Cairo, who groaned deeply as he reached his climax.
We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, bodies intertwined and panting heavily. Eventually, I pulled out of Brandt, and he whimpered at the loss. Cairo followed suit and lay down on the other side of Brandt.
An exhausted but contented silence fell upon us. Since they’d shown up, I hadn’t felt lonely at all.
“The next time we do this, Merry needs to be here.” Brandt sighed. “He would have loved this.”
Chuckling, I slapped his ass lightly. “You have room for one more cock?”
Brandt smirked. “My mouth was free the whole time.”
Our laughter filled the air, peaceful and sweet. If only Merry were here to make this complete.