Chapter Twenty-Five #3
I slip my hand up the back of his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair, giving his head a tug back towards me.
I grin, kissing his temple, before thrusting into him with an intensity I’ve never gone at before.
Hard, fast, relentless, and punishing. Skin slaps against skin, and Marcus is left wordless, all that’s spilling out past his lips are the filthiest of moans and groans.
Add to that, the tinkling of the little bells on his nipples, and we’re really setting a festive, thoroughly debauched, holiday scene.
Lauren never takes her eyes off the point of our connection. I watch as she writhes on her toy, whimpering and whining. One of her hands presses the vibrator firmly against her clit, while the other cups one of her full breasts, kneading and groping.
“Mmph,” she muffles out. “So fucking hot. Watching you two fuck is what I want for Christmas every”—she sucks in a deep breath—“year.”
I grin at her. Well, I try to at least. The way I look like a wild animal tearing into its prey—all sweaty and panting—I’m not so sure my expression looks anything less than feral at this point. I think her watching me claim my victory is turning me on even more though.
Marcus’ arms buckle, causing him to flop forward, pushing his ass into the air even more.
I readjust, uprighting myself again and inching even further forward on my knees.
The whole bed is rocking underneath the force of my thrusting, and when I reach between Marcus’ legs to cup his balls, I find them already tightening, drawing up towards his groin.
Lauren must sense him about to come as well because suddenly she blurts, “C-come on me—ungh!—come on me, Marco…”
We shift just enough so that Marcus is aimed straight for her.
With my free hand, I hold his skirt out of the way, and with one more strangled groan from him, he starts shooting off all over Lauren’s chest, her bouncing breasts accepting his abundant load.
She clenches her thighs around her hand, her body trembling as her eyes roll back, neck arching off the pillow.
On a cry of both of our names—a jumbled combination of Caleb and Marcus—she rides out her own orgasm.
The sight of it all renders me following suit directly afterward, and I bury myself in more, trying to drive my cum into Marcus’ fluttering insides even further.
I shoot so hard and so much that it’s leaking out the confines of his clenched hole.
Lauren swipes a line of Marcus’ cum off her flat stomach with her fingers and then sits up, feeding it to me.
I wrap my lips around her digits, thoroughly licking them clean.
Then, she offers him the same thing, which he greedily accepts.
We both take turns sucking his cum off her fingers until there’s nothing left of it on her flushed torso.
Though I’m spent, I don’t want anymore of my release seeping out of Marcus just yet. I stay within him, still feeling the effects of the aftershocks rolling through me. We roll over, still joined, and bask in the afterglow—the floaty feeling of coming down from a rush.
Pure bliss.
Marcus twists his head back and asks me, “Are we turning cockwarming into a thing now?”
I chuckle, trying like hell not to slip out of him as I soften.
It’s no use though. More of my cum starts leaking out of him, and while the sight of it is tempting to keep watching, I hate the thought of him needing to dry clean this outfit right away.
Might need a little more use before packing it away after Christmas is over.
“Put the plug back in,” Marcus suggests.
Lauren hunts around for it and then passes it to me.
I slip it back into place while Lauren fetches us some wet washcloths to clean the rest of us up with because—hell, we worked up quite a sweat.
Heck, we’re both so spent that neither of us balked about Lauren being the one to get up and take care of us.
I sit up a bit so I can sign easier. “Do you like cockwarming?” I ask.
Marcus tilts his head. “Never really tried it, to be honest.”
“Do you have some sort of a kink list you’re working through?”
He chuckles. “Nah, just an abstract bunch of things that I’ve always wanted to try, but never thought I’d be able to because, well, the thought of cockwarming Eggplant Earl is a little, uh, underwhelming.”
Lauren stops short when she comes back into the room. Her brows zip together. “What the hell kind of conversation did I just step back into?”
“Marcus wants to try cockwarming,” I tell her.
“Oh. Well, uh, have at it, but I’m going to sleep after this,” she snarks, handing me one of the washcloths and passing the other to Marcus.
I arch a brow up at him. “You wanna warm my cock in your mouth until we go to sleep, Sugar?”
Pink stains his cheeks, and he nods. “I do.”
And that, my friends, is how I drift off on Christmas Eve Eve: Marcus contentedly suckling my cleaned-up, half-mast dick in the world’s most awkward as fuck sleeping position.
No one ever claimed what we’ve got going on is anywhere close to being normal, but hey—it works for us, and that’s all that matters.