4. Keegan #2
Considering they’re practically vibrating with need, I’m more than ready to turn this up a notch.
Stepping out of my underwear and pants, I move forward just enough so I’m within reach of them both.
My cock is leaking at the thought of their mouths on me.
I press a thumb against each of their lips, not surprised when my Tease’s tongue darts out in a silent plea.
The moan from Carter, and the way he sucks the tip of my thumb…
fuck. Now that is a surprise. And hell, if the pleasure coursing through me isn’t a direct tug from my thumbs to my dick.
Slowly, I remove my thumbs, commanding them to, “Suck me. Show me you want me.”
They share a dirty, wicked glance, and hell, I know I’m in trouble.
Seeing my Tease draw out a playful side to our Love?
Hell, I’m not sure how it’s possible for me to fall in love even more, but I do.
Right in that moment, I tumble so deep into love, I can’t even find the words for it.
They simply don’t exist. Nothing can describe it, or even compare to the depth of what I carry in my heart for these two.
Both lean forward, lavishing small licks on my cock, teasing me and each other when their tongues meet.
I struggle not to come just from the sight, and I grit my teeth, forcing myself to calm down.
When Marcus nudges Carter out of the way and takes me into his mouth, I groan, throwing my head back in pleasure.
Carter ducks down and sucks on one of my balls, and I go onto my toes in surprise, grasping their shoulders to remain steady as I curse, panting at the overwhelming sensations.
With another heartfelt curse, I back away, even though I wish I could let them continue to play. If they do, though, it’ll be over far too soon. Breathing hard, I shudder and snarl, “Bed. Now.”
Both give a cheeky, “Yes, Sir,” as they scramble up.
Fuck, if there’s anything more beautiful than the sight of them, I can’t imagine it.
No natural wonder can compare to these two, and for sure nothing man made.
I spare a moment of pity for Cristian, because how the fuck did he not find joy in Carter every single day?
How did he not worship the ground the man walks on?
Shaking the thought off, I refocus on the men in front of me.
“Hmm…so many options. How do you feel about bottoming for our Love, Tease?”
“Yes, Sir!” Marcus snaps, almost shaking with need.
“Let’s do that then. Go up to the headboard—you’ll want something to hold onto, I’m sure. On your knees. And then Carter, I want you to fuck him. Because while you do, I’m going to fuck you.”
“Oh shit,” Carter breathes, before catching himself and responding, “Yes, Sir!”
I bite my lip at their mad scramble. Everything about it is sexy, funny, and just fucking joyful.
It’s exactly what sex should be. I grab two bottles of lube, and hand one to Carter so he can prep Marcus.
I keep the other with me as I kneel on the very edge of the bed, and focus on opening Carter for me.
Marcus’s breathy moans fill the room, as Carter’s frustrated pants and muttered curses join them in a hedonistic symphony of sound.
“Get in him now, Love. I want in your ass, and I can’t do that until you’re in our Tease.” I smack his ass at the last word, and his little hop is perfectly adorable.
“Yes, Sir,” he purrs, and I shake my head at our wanton Love. This is what I want for him. A place he can be himself completely. Not the Council member. Not the man with a million responsibilities. Just. Him.
As soon as he enters Marcus, I scoot further up on the bed and join in, groaning at the sensation as Carter's ass clamps down hard around me. Fucking. Hell. I drop my head onto his shoulder, soaking in the pure pleasure of being inside him. From the needy whimpers, I can tell he’s barely holding on, so I decide to give them what they want.
I draw back, only to thrust forward forcefully, driving Carter into Marcus. I grip Carter’s hip so tightly I know he’ll have bruises, but he doesn’t complain. No, he throws his head back, crying out at the dual sensations invading his senses.
With a dark chuckle, I murmur, “Hold on. We’re just getting started.”
And then it’s on. I fuck Carter into Marcus roughly.
I set a grueling pace that has sweat beading down my body, and I’m glad I spend time in the gym because this is going to qualify as one hell of a workout.
They scramble for what they can grab, with Carter clamping onto Marcus, as he grabs the headboard.
I bite my bottom lip as I try to stave off my orgasm, drawing blood, but fuck if I’ll go before them.
“I want to see you guys come for me,” I rasp out, barely holding on. Thankfully, Carter takes my cue when I tap his hip, and he reaches around for Marcus’s cock.
I don’t try to draw it out. There’s no edging this time, just a race to that moment of supreme pleasure. Carter’s orgasm hits first, but thankfully, Marcus isn’t far behind. With an unholy snarl, I manage to fuck Carter even harder until I reach that pinnacle myself.
I shudder as my orgasm catches me, my vision turning blurry from the sweat dripping into my eyes.
I lay against Carter for a moment, thoroughly wrung out, as I struggle to find air again.
With a groan, I finally leverage myself off him, and roll off the bed.
Going into the bathroom, I clean up, and then grab two washcloths, wetting them with warm water so I can clean my lovers too.
I snort softly when I make it back into our bedroom, and both are still in the same position.
“Alright, let’s get you guys cleaned up, and then, it's bedtime.” I catch Marcus’s eyes as I start to clean him once they’ve finally moved. “And you are staying right here in this bed tonight. I already cleared it with Javi.”
His sleepy, grateful smile tells me everything I need to know about my decision being the right one.
Both are as slow as sloths, but eventually, I get them settled under the covers.
I take care of the used washcloths in the hamper, and turn out the light before joining them.
Carter grumbles for a moment, but accepts his position in the middle.
I think he had wanted to put me there from his murmurs.
I simply chuckle, because there will be a next time, and a next, and so on and so on.
We’ll have more than enough chances for everyone to take a turn in the middle.
“Love you both,” I whisper in the darkness.
Two sleepy men groggily slur back, “Love you too, Sir.”
It’s enough. Especially as their breathing soon changes to let me know they’re asleep. It’s more than enough even…it’s perfect. The two of them. The three of us. And the love we share.