21. Permission #8
Rowan did as he was told, and I let go, warm piss streaming over his tongue, filling his mouth.
He swallowed greedily, moaning as the salty heat hit his throat, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss.
Some of it leaked out, running down his chin, but he did his best to drink it all, the trust between us a living thing, sacred and raw.
“That’s it,” I praised, voice gone shaky, one hand stroking his hair as I watched him worship me. “Good fucking boy. Taking it so well. Filthy and perfect just for us.”
David watched, breathless, his own cock hard and bobbing against his stomach. When I finished, he didn’t wait for permission. He crawled up beside me, nudging Rowan gently aside.
“My turn, baby,” he said, and Rowan immediately shifted, opening his mouth for David.
David’s hand cradled the back of Rowan’s head, fingers gentle but commanding.
He aimed his cock at Rowan’s lips and let go, piss flowing hot and fast over Rowan’s tongue.
Rowan drank it all, moaning, his eyes locked on David’s face, lost in the worship and submission of it.
David groaned, hips jerking, sweat running down his chest, his body flexing as he emptied himself into Rowan’s waiting mouth.
“Jesus, you’re perfect,” David breathed, voice thick with awe and pleasure. “Never seen anyone take it like you. Good boy.”
Rowan swallowed every drop, licking his lips when it was done, the evidence of his worship shining on his chin and chest. I wiped his mouth with my thumb, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Tom was still deep inside Rowan, one hand gripping Rowan’s hip, the other braced on the bed. He slowed his thrusts, then with a hungry groan, pulled out—his cock slick and flushed, a glisten of lube and spit trailing down Rowan’s thighs.
“Fuck,” Tom muttered, running his hand down Rowan’s back, his voice rough, full of want and pride. “Never had anyone squeeze me like that. You’re unreal, kid.”
He let his cock rest against Rowan’s hole, not quite done, but hungry for a new angle. Sweat beaded at his temples, his chest rising and falling in sharp, greedy bursts.
David, catching his breath, reached for the bottle of lube on the mattress, tossing it in Tom’s direction. “Give him a minute,” he rasped, voice gravel and thunder. “Let me in for a while.” His smile was all teeth, a challenge and a promise, the kind that made my skin spark.
Tom snorted, giving David a playful shove as they swapped places. “You think you can do better? Prove it.”
“Move over, Tom,” I cut in, shifting to the foot of the bed. “I want a piece of him too.”
Tom grinned, not offended in the least. He knelt at the top of the bed, close by Rowan’s head, cock slick and heavy in his fist. He stroked himself slowly, never taking his eyes off Rowan, then pressed the tip against Rowan’s lips.
“Open up, sweetheart,” he coaxed, a gentleness beneath the roughness. “Bet you’re still hungry. ”
Rowan’s mouth parted, eager and obedient, tongue flicking over Tom’s slit. Tom groaned, pushing in just enough for Rowan to taste him, savoring the pressure, the heat, the way Rowan’s lips clung to him.
Behind Rowan, David was already slicking his cock with lube, working his fingers into Rowan’s stretched hole, the wet noises filling the room—obscene, urgent. David knelt between Rowan’s spread knees, teasing him open, spreading him wide for another round.
I took the opportunity to move beneath Rowan, lying flat on my back with my head between his thighs, cock straining up against my stomach.
Rowan’s ass hovered above my face, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air.
I licked a long stripe up the crack, tasting the musk and lube, then buried my tongue against his spent, twitching hole.
Rowan shuddered, hips rocking. David pressed a lubed finger inside, working Rowan open with a skillful twist.
“Fuck, he’s tight,” David growled, breathless. “You wrecked him good, Tom.”
“Fuck yeah,” Tom shot back, looking down with a crooked grin. He ran a thumb over Rowan’s cheek, wiping away the mess, then let Rowan take him deeper, throat flexing as Tom rocked his hips with slow, hungry thrusts. “That’s it. Take me. Show me how much you want it. Don’t let a drop go to waste.”
I sucked at Rowan’s rim, tongue working him open, tasting the mess Tom left behind, moaning at the flavor of all three of us on his skin. My hands ran up the insides of his thighs, fingers digging into muscle, spreading him wider for David.
David didn’t wait long. He lined up behind Rowan, pressing the head of his lubed cock to Rowan’s entrance.
Rowan groaned, his whole body trembling as David pushed in—slow, deliberate, making sure Rowan felt every inch.
David’s hands clamped down on Rowan’s hips, holding him steady as he started to fuck him, each thrust pushing Rowan’s cock closer to my mouth.
I sucked him in, tongue swirling around the head, savoring the salt and heat. Rowan’s whole body shook, caught between David’s relentless rhythm and the greedy suction of my mouth. Tom kept feeding him cock, not rough but insistent, praising him with every low, hungry sound.
“That’s it, Rowan,” Tom said, voice softer now, awe threading through it. “Just like that. You make a man want to lose control.”
David grunted, driving deeper, sweat slicking his chest and arms. “Tightest thing I’ve ever felt. You keep squeezing me like that, I’ll make you see stars.”
Rowan whimpered, voice muffled around Tom’s cock, hips rolling between us, desperate for release. His hands tangled in Tom’s thighs, holding on for dear life as David pounded into him from behind, each thrust pushing him deeper into my mouth.
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, swallowing every drop of precome, my hands squeezing Rowan’s ass, encouraging him to move, to lose himself in the mess of bodies and mouths and hands.
Tom leaned down, threading his fingers through Rowan’s hair, guiding his rhythm. “You’re fucking addictive, you know that? Could do this all night.”
Tom’s grip tightened, his breath rough and ragged.
“That’s it—fuck, just like that,” he groaned, hips starting to jerk with a frantic, desperate rhythm.
Rowan took him deep, throat working, spit shining on his lips and chin, the messy sounds of pleasure filling the air.
I could feel Rowan’s whole body tense, every muscle straining for more—caught in the push and pull between all of us, every nerve ending raw.
Tom suddenly pulled out, fist tight around his cock, and with a guttural moan, he came—hot and thick, stripes of it painting Rowan’s face, streaking his lips, cheek, and jaw.
The sight was obscene, gorgeous, Rowan’s skin shining with the mess Tom had given him.
Tom rocked back onto his heels, still kneeling by Rowan’s head, spent and flushed, eyes dark with satisfaction as he watched Rowan blink up at him, lips parted, mouth smeared with come.
Rowan let out a needy, muffled whine, tongue darting out to catch a bead of release at the corner of his mouth.
I watched as he used his fingers, slow and careful, to collect every drop—sucking them clean, licking his lips and his hand with greedy reverence.
Tom caught his chin in one big palm, tilting his face up.
“All of it,” Tom demanded, voice thick. Rowan licked his cheek, swallowing everything, then opened his mouth wide to show there was nothing left.
“Good fucking boy,” Tom rasped, voice cracking at the edges with awe.
Behind him, David was losing control. Sweat slicked their bodies, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the air, every movement raw with need. David’s jaw was clenched, eyes locked on the place where his cock disappeared into Rowan’s body.
With a shuddering gasp, David buried himself to the hilt, spilling inside Rowan with a hoarse, wordless moan. Rowan whimpered, the sensation making him shiver, his whole body tensing as David rode out his orgasm.
At the same time, I felt Rowan’s cock swell in my mouth—the taste of him sharper with every pulse.
I tightened my grip on his ass, hollowed my cheeks, and took him deep, letting him use my mouth the way he needed.
The sounds he made—desperate, pleading, lost—told me he was close, so close he could barely hold on.
“Come for me,” I urged, voice vibrating around him. “Give it to me. I want all of it. ”
That was all it took. Rowan cried out, hips snapping forward, cock jerking as he spilled down my throat—hot and salty, thick and endless. I swallowed everything, refusing to let a single drop escape, my hands kneading his thighs, grounding him through the aftershocks.
He collapsed forward, body trembling, breath hot against my skin, every muscle gone loose and limp.
David eased out of him, stroking his back, murmuring praise that was more touch than sound.
Tom reached for a towel, gently wiping Rowan’s cheek and jaw, but Rowan caught his wrist and sucked the last traces from Tom’s fingers, eyes glazed with satisfaction and pride.
Tom flopped down beside us, catching his breath, while David curled around Rowan, his hand soothing over the curve of Rowan’s hip.
For a moment, we lay there tangled and sticky, a mess of sated bodies and lingering heat.
I watched Rowan’s lashes flutter, his mouth still swollen from kissing and sucking, his skin streaked with come and sweat and the marks of all the ways he’d been loved tonight.
“Jesus,” Tom murmured, running a hand through his hair. “If I had any strength left, I’d say let’s go again. But you wrung me out, Rowan.”
David chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss to Rowan’s shoulder. “Let the kid breathe. Or better yet—let Elias have his turn, yeah?” He grinned at me, conspiratorial. “Looks like he’s still hungry.”