Chapter 14 #2
I shifted my focus to Theo, whose hardness beckoned for attention.
Unlike Beckett’s novice approach, I knew exactly what to do, taking him halfway into my mouth with practiced ease.
My fingers dug into his thigh as I drew him closer, establishing a rhythm that had his breath catching.
Each time I pulled back, I let my tongue swirl around the sensitive tip, savoring the taste of him and the way his muscles tensed beneath my grip.
The room echoed with Theo’s pleasure as Beckett and I worked in wordless harmony, our mouths otherwise occupied.
Instead, my moans traveled through him like electricity, drawing forth a response that pooled on my tongue—salty, warm evidence of his arousal.
This was signature Theo—generous in his reactions, abundant in his pleasure.
I knew what awaited me at the end—a copious amount of cum, offering more than I could contain, though I’d welcome every drop, the excess marking my devotion like a silent promise between us.
Beckett’s fingers pressed into my thighs, leaving marks as his other hand wrapped firmly around my cock.
His mouth, warm and eager, took what it could while his fist handled the rest in synchronized motion.
I held back the urge to drive deeper, allowing him these moments of discovery, though my restraint was wearing thin.
Soon I would see just how much he could take.
He knew how to end this if it was too much, but until then, how would he discover his own limits? The way his pupils had dilated earlier when I’d pinched his nipple, the soft gasp he let out—these were breadcrumbs leading us both down a path I was eager to explore.
I wound strands of his light hair around my knuckles until they whitened, then tugged downward as my hips rose from the couch. The wet heat of his mouth enveloped another inch of me, his lips stretching wider, the muscles in his throat tensing visibly as he adjusted to take me deeper.
Warm saliva trailed down my length, falling onto my heavy balls that were almost ready to burst. I reveled in the power of rendering him wordless, his usual sharp tongue now occupied with something far more primal than conversation.
When Beckett didn’t stop, I looked down.
His eyelids fluttered, his cheeks flushed.
His tongue traced a vein on the underside, sending a shudder through my spine.
His throat constricted around me, followed by a vibration that traveled from his chest to my core.
I eased back until only the tip remained between his swollen lips, watching his chest heave with a desperate inhale.
A strand of saliva connected us as he gasped, the sound mingling with my own ragged breathing before I sank forward again, drawn in by the hum that escaped him.
While I kept a rhythm thrusting into Beckett’s mouth, I buried Theo’s cock in my throat until my nose met his pubes, swallowing around the head.
I let go of his thigh, reaching down to cup and roll the weight of his balls in my palm.
His sharp intake of breath, the way his fingers tightened in my hair—these were the rewards I chased.
My jaw ached pleasantly as I hollowed my cheeks, working him deeper.
My own hips stuttered forward as Beckett’s tongue swirled, my mind pulled in opposite directions like taffy stretched too thin.
“Oh God, Asher. Fuck. You’re going to make me come so fast,” Theo said, his voice cracking.
Years of dedicated practice had taught me exactly how to dismantle someone this way. Meanwhile, Beckett worked me over with the instinctive skill of someone born knowing how to take a man apart.
Beckett’s eyes fluttered shut as he adjusted, his lips stretching wide around my thickness.
His cheeks hollowed with each pull, the wet heat of his mouth drawing me deeper.
When his tongue pressed flat against the underside of me, I couldn’t help the shudder that ran through my body, my fingers instinctively tightening in his hair as my breath caught in my throat.
His fingers slid down, warm and deliberate, cupping my balls with the same gentle squeeze I’d used on Theo minutes before. A mirror image, as if he’d been taking notes, studying my technique through half-lidded eyes.
Above me, Theo’s breathing fractured into something raw and desperate, each sound urging me deeper.
“I can’t wait to fill your mouth. Fuck, you’re so good at this,” Theo praised.
I sensed his approaching climax in the tension of his thighs and the weight of his balls, so I quickened my rhythm, eager to taste the reward of my efforts. Wanted enough of his essence in me that it’d change my DNA, even if I knew that wasn’t possible.
I knew his secret trigger—one gentle fingertip tracing down to that sensitive ring of muscle, applying just enough pressure to tease but not breach the threshold.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s so good. Oh God.
I’m going to explode,” Theo growled, his voice raw with desperation.
His fingers twisted in my hair as his body tensed, then trembled.
When he came, hot and sudden against my tongue, I felt a rush of power.
The way he lost control, because of me—that was the real intoxication.
I swallowed every drop, savoring the salt-bitter taste as his release pulsed against my tongue. His thighs quivered—that beautiful surrender the most intoxicating part of all.
Theo’s breathing steadied into a gentle rhythm while my attention shifted to Beckett.
Our gazes locked as he took me deeper. I drove forward with increasing intensity, watching as his eyes glistened wet, his lips slick with saliva that escaped down his chin.
I wanted to see how far I could push him before he’d break, but he was taking everything I gave him and more.
Even the gagging when I buried myself in his throat didn’t stop him.
He turned into a cocksucking machine.
We had created a monster, and I wasn’t sure yet if that was a good thing.
It was a miracle I hadn’t embarrassed myself yet. I was ready to burst at any moment.
Theo snatched his phone from the table and settled beside me on the couch. He tilted the screen just so, framing the perfect shot of Beckett’s submission as I thrust between his lips. There was a poetic justice in watching his face be ruined, just as he had ruined mine before.
“You’re going to take all my cum like a good boy, aren’t you?” I asked, my voice a hoarse whisper from Theo’s cock being buried in my throat moments ago. Beckett’s only answer was a muffled vibration against my shaft as I continued to rock my hips forward.
Theo’s mouth traced a path down my neck, lingering at the hollow of my collarbone before finding my nipple. His tongue circled it once, twice, then he pulled it between his teeth.
“Oh god,” I gasped, my spine arching involuntarily.
I froze, buried to the hilt in his throat, a single profanity escaping my lips as the first wave crashed over me.
“Fuck. Take it all. Every last drop,” I commanded, my voice barely recognizable.
My release pulsed through me in waves, and I watched his expression transform—first surprise widening his eyes, then something like surrender as he accepted what I offered.
A few trickles escaped the corner of his mouth, glistening against his flushed skin as his gaze held mine, unexpectedly serene.
As the last tremors faded, my fingers unclenched from Beckett’s golden curls.
He slid his lips free with a soft, wet sound that made my spent body shiver.
Without thinking, I traced my thumb across his glistening lower lip, collecting what had escaped, then brought it to my own mouth.
The salt-bitter taste of myself mingled with the lingering sweetness of his mouth.
“Christ, that’s hot,” Beckett said.
I beckoned him closer, my mind still hazy from release.
“Come here,” I said, surprising myself as I reached for him when he stood.
My fingers circled his length, and within moments he was moving against my palm with urgent need.
His eyelids fluttered shut, his expression surrendering to a pleasure I hadn’t planned to give him.
It took him no time at all before his cum was spurting from his cock and landing on my chest.
Theo reached down and ran a finger along the mess, then tasted it. Beckett looked at him with awe. My cock tried to twitch back to life.
“Better than I could’ve ever imagined,” Theo said.
He seemed to catch what he said immediately, his cheeks flushing.
“And you’ve thought about it often?” Beckett asked, half-serious and half-teasing, a small smile forming on his lips and a chuckle slipping out.
“Yes. I have,” Theo admitted, sighing.
“So,” I said, looking to change the conversation. “Seems the financial planning lessons went well,” I joked.
“We didn’t get that far. Theo asked me to move in, and I said yes. I hope…I hope that’s okay with you,” Beckett said nervously.
“Of course it is. To prove it, I’ll help you move,” I answered, somehow turning that into a little competition, as if I needed to prove I could be the bigger person here.
But at the same time, for some reason, it was true.
I was okay with him moving in, somehow. Something had shifted between us.
I couldn’t place it, couldn’t explore it, but I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t happening.
I could only do my best to ignore and hide my feelings.
“Then I’ll see you two on Saturday morning. Us and my brothers will move my things.”