Chapter 19 Lazlo
Lazlo
Jerry’s fist was tight as it worked slowly up and down my length, occasionally dragging his thumb over the slit and dragging the precum down the shaft.
It was both too much and not enough at the same time.
Jerry might’ve told us not to touch him, but I could tell by the way he was canting his hips, he was getting plenty of pleasure while on his knees for us.
He moaned around August’s uncut cock, a slurping sound rounding out the symphony.
We were playing a dangerous game, driving each other toward the edge, and I was absolutely doing my part in the unraveling.
August was quivering beside me as I worked a finger slowly into his ass, whimpering into my mouth as I coaxed the tight ring of muscle to relax.
Jerry wasn’t small, and I wanted to make sure he would be good and loose.
The first time having sex after birth could be painful, so I paid close attention to his body language, trying to focus, all while being dragged into a haze of lust and pleasure myself.
The way he grappled at me, though, could only be interpreted as need.
He was so damn tight, his greedy hole nearly sucking my finger inside.
I tried to take my time, I really did, but he was panting, begging us for more.
“Please, please, please,” he chanted. One finger became two, as I stroked the inside of his channel, warm and smooth, tight and slick.
As I added a third finger, August’s breathing sped up, and he clung to me for dear life.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered against his flesh. “Give it to Jerry, he needs it.” Jerry, to confirm, picked up the pace, not just with his mouth but with his hand, and I gasped.
August chased his climax, alternating between fucking into Jerry’s mouth, then back onto my fingers, and he whined, relief frustratingly out of reach.
I licked the hollow of his throat, his pulse racing under my tongue, and when I crooked my fingers inside him, pressing against his prostate, he cried out.
His ass clamped around my fingers with his release, and Jerry growled, drinking him down.
I caught August as he swayed on his feet, then pulled my fingers from his ass with a rush of slick. “Easy does it,” I murmured, lowering him to the bed. His eyes were heavy-lidded, sated… for now.
“Now it’s your turn,” Jerry said, grinning up at me, gaze full of heat. He gripped my hips hard, fingers digging into my flesh as he sheathed me straight into his mouth.
“Fuck!” I barked, looking for something to hold on to. It was no wonder August had been weak in the knees. This man’s mouth was fucking magic. I wanted more, faster, but he remained frustratingly tender. “I wish your hair was longer so I could pull it.”
His laughter sent a vibration through my dick, my balls tightening at the sensation. He popped off to say, “As a bouncer at a club, that is exactly why I keep it short.”
August had rolled onto his side, watching with rapt attention. “You could always pull my hair,” he purred as he stroked himself, already hard again. I wasn’t sure I would have that kind of rebound, so I ran my hand over Jerry’s buzzed hair. “I don’t think our omega got enough of us.”
When Jerry got to his feet, I dragged him down for a kiss, August’s flavor still lingering on his tongue. Gods, these men would be the death of me.
“Clothes off,” I demanded, and this time, he complied. I sat on the bed beside August, enjoying the show, anticipation an electric current through my veins. He radiated such strength and power. The way I saw it, Jerry was the conductor, August and I his willing puppets.
He took his sweet time, relishing the tease.
His shirt was peeled slowly up, exposing his colorful torso, and my fingers itched to trace the patterns.
His pants eased down over his hips to pool on the floor, leaving him in nothing but his jockeys.
Tucking his thumbs into the elastic waist, he hesitated there long enough to make August whine, before he finally pulled them down, his cock springing back up to slap against his stomach. My mouth watered at the sight.
Now divested of clothes, Jerry knelt on the bed and ran his fingers through August’s disheveled curls. “On your knees, baby. Show us your perfect hole.”
August rushed to listen, scrambling around until he was on all fours, legs spread, puckered hole glistening in the lamplight. Jerry groaned, dragging the flat of his thumb over the rim. “I’m in heaven.”
“Fucking perfect,” I purred in agreement.
I lay down on the bed and shuffled until I was lying beneath August’s spread legs.
Tilting up, I sucked his cock into my mouth, and August dropped his elbows to the mattress with a gasp.
“Oh gods, Lazlo.” Slick dripped over his balls and down his shaft into my waiting mouth.
The flavor combination of his musky slick and salty precum was better than anything I’d ever tasted.
I heard Jerry open the bedside drawer, and I knew he was grabbing a condom. He didn’t need to be asked, it was common courtesy. We hadn’t talked about having more kids yet, and after the stunt August’s ex pulled, there was never a chance we would skip this step.
Jerry straddled my chest and got into position, and I sucked August’s balls into my mouth one at a time, then Jerry’s as he lined himself up at his hole. My cock was leaking, and as tempted as I was to stroke myself, I had better things to do with my hands.
I had a front-row seat to the penetration, the way August’s rim stretched around Jerry’s significant girth, and I wasn’t sure if it was me trembling or Auggie’s thighs against my shoulders.
Jerry oh so slowly eased himself in, letting August adjust one inch at a time, and I licked and massaged him everywhere I could reach, keeping him as relaxed as possible.
“Can you take a little more?” Jer asked, the final inch disappearing inside August’s hole. “There you go. Such a good boy, taking all of me. It’s like you were made for us.” He paused, both of them panting heavily. “Are you still okay?” he asked, voice strained.
I looked down the length of August’s body to see him nod, but he was biting his lip. “I want…” but then he hesitated, suddenly shy to ask for what he wanted.
“What do you want, omega ours?” I asked, stroking my hands over his thighs and hips. “Anything you want, it’s yours.”
“Lazlo, will you let me… fuck you at the same time?” he whispered. “I’ve never done it before, and I—”
My response was to moan, and then to promptly scramble out from beneath them. Of course he could fuck me! Even if I didn’t love to bottom—which I absolutely did—I was helpless to do anything but comply with his every whim.
I eased in beneath August on my back, my legs on the outside, spread wide.
I heard the cap on the lube open, and then Jerry’s fingers were there, spreading lube over my hole.
His fingers were thick, spearing into me with a slippery squelch, but when I grabbed my knees to pull them back, August added his fingers too, and the two of them worked to widen my hole.
“Holy shit,” I mumbled as I lost track of how many digits were inside me.
The entire time, Jerry held still inside August, his patience astounding as he waited for me to join them. I, however, was nowhere near as patient.
“I’m ready, please,” I begged, rushing them through the prep, desperate for the pleasure they promised to deliver.
They pulled their fingers free, leaving me gaping and desperate. . “Condom?” August asked, gaze searching mine, and I warmed at his care.
“Please, no,” I panted. “Your blood work at the hospital came back clean, and I haven’t been with anyone since my last test.” I shrugged, squirming under him. “And I can’t get pregnant.”
August nodded eagerly then notched the head of his cock at my entrance, but he stopped at the cusp, pressing but going no further. I looked up at him and saw so much uncertainty. He bit his bottom lip, brows scrunched up. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I chuckled. “Oh, baby, I promise, everything you do to me will feel amazing.”
Jerry wrapped an arm around his waist. “Let’s do it together, okay? And if anything doesn’t feel good, for any of us, we’ll stop. Deal?” August nodded, and then they thrust forward in sync.
There was a slight sting as he breached my entrance, and I moaned into the stretch. “Fuck, yes. Don’t stop.”
It didn’t take long until I was writhing beneath them. I felt pinned, and I loved it. The three of us were more connected now than ever, the force of Jerry’s thrusts driving August harder, deeper into my channel. “I feel like I’m fucking both of you at the same time,” he groaned.
I tried to keep my eyes open to watch every flicker of emotion cross their faces, but as my climax built inside me, my lids fluttered shut, my head tipped back in utter bliss. August nuzzled close, chest to chest, and I buried my hands in his hair, keeping us both anchored in this moment.
August was getting close, his whines hitting fever pitch, and Jerry’s speed increased, pistoning the three of us together. Their skin was flushed, sweat dripping, and I did everything I could to hang on just a few more seconds.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Auggie chanted, Jerry’s hand gently collaring his neck. I watched his face, obsessed, as he fell apart, and as he spilled inside me, the flexing of his cock threw me over the edge. Shouting, I shot my load in an arc across my chest.
As we were always his top priority, Jerry held back his own orgasm as long as he could, jaw ticcing from the effort.
As soon as he knew we were both satisfied, his expression cleared, and he grunted, his rhythm stuttering.
He collapsed forward, catching himself on one arm, and as his knot filled August, our omega keened at the overwhelm of being stuffed so full.
I felt him throbbing inside me as a second smaller orgasm was forced out of him, his cum dripping from my abused hole.
It wasn’t easy to get us all situated on our sides in a row, what with Jerry’s knot still locked in Auggie’s ass, but we managed it.
I sighed, in complete peace. It didn’t matter that we were sticky with cum and dried sweat, that the sheets were absolutely wrecked, or that we’d abandoned our dinner downstairs.
In this exact moment, everything was perfect.
Even after Jerry’s knot deflated, we couldn’t bring ourselves to leave the bed.
Our shower was too small for all of us, and right now, none of us were ready for that kind of physical distance.
August wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me even closer, like he couldn’t get enough of us. The feeling was more than mutual.
Laughing, I looked down at where I was still wearing one sock.
I was so distracted, I simply forgot about it.
I reached down and peeled it off; better late than never.
My smile faltered. It had almost been never.
I’d almost screwed up what we had by waiting too long.
I propped myself up on one elbow so I could look them both in the eye.
“I’m so sorry I let my insecurities get the better of me.
It shouldn’t have taken us so long to get this far.
” I kissed August on the forehead, then reached past him to set my hand on Jerry’s cheek.
“To think we could’ve been doing this the whole time. ”
“All is forgiven. It was worth the wait,” Auggie said drowsily, entirely blissed out. “Just please tell me we won’t have to wait so long to do it again.”
Jerry turned his head to kiss my palm. “Give me 20 minutes to recover and we can go again tonight, if you want.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Twenty minutes? I’d bet August and I could cut that time in half for you.” I smirked down at August, and he seemed quite intrigued by the challenge. He rolled over to face Jerry, licking his lips.
Jerry narrowed his eyes warily. “What are you plotting, my two sexy men?”
I crawled over them so I could move in behind him. “You have been nothing but restrained this entire time, always perfectly in control. I was just wondering if August and I could… get you to break.”
Grabbing the lube, I positioned a slicked finger at his hole, and he went utterly still. “You wouldn’t…” he rasped.
“Oh, I very much would.” And I did.
He was fully recovered in four minutes.