Chapter 42
Something wicked
Wilson
Itake my time pulling the clothes from my body, each article dropped to the floor triggering a flame in Amo’s eyes.
I used to hate my body, it’s soft stomach and copious body hair. But when he looks at me …
When they look at me …
I feel it in my bones.
Stalking closer, I don’t stop until my shins touch the edge of the bed, and his neck is extended all the way back to watch me.
Pinching his chin, I line up my hard cock.
“I love you, baby.” Amos grins and whispers it back, a flush darkening his cheeks, as I continue. “But I’m about to fuck these pretty lips like I don’t.”
Gaze flaring wide, I don’t give him a chance to respond before digging my thumb into his chin and pressing the head of my cock against his lips. I thrust forward, filling his mouth and he moans around me.
I push deeper, hitting the back of his throat, and his eyes roll back.
“That’s so good, baby. You’re taking me so deep.”
Gripping his curls in both fists, I pull back just enough for him to breathe through his nose.
“Get your fill. That’s it. I’m gonna fuck your face now.”
He hums and nods around my length, sending little tingles fluttering across my skin.
“Such a good boy.” His eyes flare wide and heated, though I don’t wait for the praise to settle before thrusting hard down his throat. He gags at the sudden intrusion, clenching around my cock and making my stomach tighten.
I groan and fist his hair harder, using it as a handle to keep control of his head.
The hair around the root of my cock tickles when it touches his nose and my balls draw up tight when they smack his chin.
“Fuuuuuck, I wanna come so bad.” He nods enthusiastically and garbles around my length. “You want me to coat this throat, baby?”
“Mmhmm,” he mumbles and chokes.
I tsk and pull back. “That how you want Moros to find us?” His eyes flare wide with heat and recognition. “Right, I didn’t think so. He should come home to me buried in your ass instead, so he can watch like he said, right?”
He moans around my length again, nods, then digs his palm into his groin.
“Yes, that, please,” he croaks out with a rasp when I finally back off enough for him to speak. “Buried in me sounds good.”
His panting washes over my chest hair and tickles me when I lean closer.
“Then get on your knees, baby.”
He whimpers and scrambles until he’s flipped over, that gorgeous ass of his in the air.
“Such a pretty hole,” I murmur as I grab his cheeks and spread them, exposing his puckered rim. “Tasty, too.”
His sudden intake of air feels like a direct hit to my own lungs when I dive in and lick him, swirling my tongue the way I know he likes.
“Oh, fuck, Wilson,” he rasps, his voice shot as he reaches back to palm my head and push me harder against him. I hum at the same time as I point my tongue, working the tip into his hole.
He gets louder and louder as I stretch him open, enough that he can fit two fingers.
“Fuck, Wilson. Please,” he begs and I back off. “Please let me come.”
“Not yet, baby.”
When I free my fingers from his body, he collapses to his side, his chest pumping with his panting.
I chuckle and take my time lining up my aching cock. The gel gives my length an extra pink tint, the scent of it like the sweet cherries I used to make it.
His hole is next, taking nearly a third slicked digit as he relaxes into it.
“I’m gonna get in behind you—”
“And make me come?”
I chuckle and settle at his back, my cock throbbing near his hole.
“You’re gonna sit with it inside you like we said. Just warm me, baby.”
He whines but arches his ass up for me when I tug on his hip.
Lining my cock up between his cheeks, I nudge his hole.
Getting the widest part of my head inside him without slamming home takes a lot more restraint than I thought but when I finally pops past that first ring, we both moan.
“So good, big guy,” he mumbles, rubbing his face against the pillow beneath his head.
I shove an arm under him.
I want his scent all over me.
He hums and rocks back against me, distracting me with the way his body slides over my length like my own personal fuckdoll. He takes me deeper, mewling as he fucks himself wide open.
When his ass cheeks meet my hips, we both freeze.
“Oh, fuuuuuuuck,” he moans out, arching his ass up and rotating his hips.
“Shit, Amo. I almost came.”
He does it again and I grab his hips, stilling him.
Maybe … just one.
Curling my fingers around the inside of his thigh, I spread his legs wide.
“Be a good boy and don’t touch your cock.” He whines and I nudge his head with mine. “Don’t touch it.”
“Fuck, okay. I won’t.”
He’s a liar but I reward him anyway with a deep thrust.
I make sure to drag over his prostate when I do it again, the sounds escaping him worthy of my every sex dream.
His hole tightens around me, his body tensing.
“Relax, baby,” I mumble, my own muscles coiling up. “You take my cock so good.”
He whimpers, fingers digging into the forearm he’s got his head on.
“Need to come, big guy. Oh, shit.” His gasping choke makes me grin, and I tag his prostate harder. “Ohhhh fuck.”
The cadence of his vocals pitches higher and higher with each thrust until he’s panting and chanting and begging.
“Please, fuck. Please. Please fuuuck.”
Curling my arm across his collarbone, I bring his back flush to my chest, my hips hammering his prostate directly.
“I’m gonna make you come like this. Nothing but my cock in your sweet ass and you’re gonna take it, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Fuck he’s so hot when he’s like this. Agreeable and so damn willing.
He doesn’t see the doorway darken, but I do.
It has my stomach twinging with a hint of fear and a ton of excitement to be caught.
Traumatic, maybe. But exhilarating as Amo’s tight hole grips me.
“Wilson,” he whimpers out, claws sunk into my arm. “Wilson.”
“Nothing but my cock, baby.”
His head tips back, neck taut.
And still I pound his ass.
Nip his shoulder.
Rasp in his ear.
“We’re being watched, baby. You feel it?”
His gasp feeds something in me and I go harder, my hips slapping his ass now. The sound is explicit and delicious as he takes me over and over.
“Y-yeah,” he stammers between moans. “He’s watching your cock fuck me.”
I hum and meet Moros gaze across the darkened room with nothing but the feel of him guiding me. He takes up the entire doorway, casting even more shadows into the room.
“You gonna show him what we’ve been working up? How good you come?”
Amo whimpers an agreement, curving his spine.
“I-I’m …”
“I’m gonna fill this tight, perfect hole.” He moans. “And then our boyfriend is gonna use my cum as his lube.”
Moros growls low, his hand already casting shadows over the crotch of his pants as Amo goes still, his mouth stuck open.
“Look at the little slut,” Moros rumbles and Amo’s hole flutters around me. “Coming with nothing but a full hole.”
Chills race over my skin, raising it as he clamps down on me and screams out our names in a garbled mess.
I try to hold off. To beat back the orgasm that racks me, but there’s no stopping it.
I bury myself deep in Amo’s ass and follow him right over that cliff.
I’m barely finished when Moros rushes us, rolling Amo onto his belly.
His cock is freed, and he lays over Amo’s back.
I watch, still leaking, as Moros slides right on inside our hole.
“Fuck, I knew it would be hot to watch you two.” He thrusts hard and fast, making Amo groan beneath him.
The slap of his hips to Amo’s cheeks has my cock jerking. It’s so damn dirty and sexy that I have to stroke myself.
“But it’s even fucking better to feel it after.” He slips out, slowing his pace to hear the squelching of lube and my cum filling Amo’s hole. “It’s like I’m fucking you both.”
That comment has a noise bubbling up out of my throat, and Amo reaching for my hand. His fingers squeeze the life out of mine, those lips of his parted with his panting breath, his cheeks stained the perfect flush.
“My cock is—I’m gonna—fuuuuuuck.”
Watching Amo’s eyes roll back as his body spasms beneath Moros has me biting my lip.
And just like with me, Moros follows him right over that cliff and roars out his orgasm.
Just the idea of his cum mixing inside our guy with mine has me rock solid.
But Moros doesn’t waste.
He leans over, slurping my cock up between his lips, and makes me come with them.
Panting, he swallows my load and flicks his tongue out to collect it all from his lips.
“Is that fucking cherry flavor?”