Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
She giggles. “No. You’re the sun, touching everything with your light, your warmth, and your goodness.
You help flowers bloom and grow. You radiate energy and life.
Caleb, you’re the moon, reflecting that light to be even brighter yourself.
But even when there’s daylight and you think you’re not as visible, you’re a quiet presence.
Still there, and your effects remain felt—like how you control the tides. ”
“Well aren’t we quite a trio, then,” I sign. “The sun, the moon, and a dark rose.”
“I love it,” she tacks on.
“I second that,” Marcus adds.
“I hope three is not a crowd here, because I have to agree too. You both are the wind that fills my sails, and keeps me moving forward. This trip is my treat to you both, for being those gusts of wind for me.”
Marcus turns his head slowly and gapes at me. “That is absolutely crazy, C. I think you do have some sort of ability to read my mind.”
“Why?”
“Thanksgiving night. I went to bed that night so full of love for both of you. I thought about how you guys were the wind that fills my sails…”
Lauren guffaws. “So, basically, I’m the odd one out here because I’m not a fisherman and don’t resort to making nautical themed analogies, is what I’m getting from that.”
Marcus snorts. “Basically, but we’ll still keep ya.”
She clicks her tongue and gives his arm a playful thwack. “No one keeps me; I’m not a possession.”
“Right, right,” he hums, as if just remembering that, when in actuality, it’s drilled into us all the time. “You just hang around near us like an opportunistic seagull.”
I laugh at that. “She’s going to hand you your balls tonight, you know that, right?” I tease him.
“Oh, I know,” he hums with a sly grin. “Kinda counting on it. Hey, so I know we’re setting sail soon for the Bahamas, but what are the odds about us making a pit stop at the Eiffel Tower at some point after dinner tonight?”
Lauren pulls back and doubles over cackling. “Marcus,” she manages to squeak out between fits of laughter. “You kill me, sweetie. Of course we can. You must already know I packed Eggplant Earl… and enough underwear to get me through until May, at least.”
“But of course, my dear,” he teases. Then, he grins and looks to me, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Thoughts?”
I smirk. “I have plenty of thoughts and not a single one of them is rated PG at the moment.”
He winks. “I knew I liked you.”
I grip his chin and mouth the words “No, you love me” to him.
He beams. “I absolutely do.”
After our First Night Dinner, I’m all ready for bed, leaning back on the plush headboard while trying to browse one of the travel itineraries.
I can’t, however, stay focused on a single thing I’m reading as I flip through the pages because Marcus is completely naked, laid down between my thighs, cockwarming.
I guess that’s the point of this kink though.
He’s just supposed to hold my dick in his mouth while I pretend to be casually disinterested, doing something else.
Not working. I’m still getting hard and fidgeting, just trying to get some movement out of him down there.
I think, in this scenario, I’m supposed to be the more dominant one?
Which, don’t get me wrong, that’s usually the role I wind up in, purely by happenstance.
In fact, I quite enjoy it really, and I’m pleased as pie that, even though I’m mute, I can still assert myself with my partners.
I hardly think that’s the case right now, though, when he’s got all the power to suck me off and bring me pleasure.
Guess it just speaks to my utter lack of self-control when it comes to Marcus Antonucci.
Lauren steps into the room after saying goodnight to the boys—yes, including Pepper, who had to come along and be the spoiled skunk he is—and takes in the sight of us.
She watches, her gray-green eyes alight with amusement, as she strips out of her formalwear and into one of the robes provided.
Then, she slips into bed beside us. Marcus keeps on holding my dick within his hot, wet mouth.
She runs her fingers through his hair and he peers up at her. “Is our good boy getting his reward?” she asks him, her voice smooth as silk.
He nods, blinking at her slowly. Her hand smoothes down the length of his back, down to his ass. She massages one of his firm, round globes before teasing her fingers between his crack and gently stroking his hole. He swallows hard, and it causes my cock to twitch.
“You want me to get you ready?” she asks him.
“Mm-hmm,” he hums on my dick, and it swells even more.
I can’t help it. I know what’s coming, and I can no longer keep myself from getting hard. I pass her the bottle of lube from the nightstand.
“Thank you, baby,” she murmurs to me, clicking open the cap.
“Finger him open good, babe. Get him nice and prepped to take that toy of yours,” I tell her, as if her pegging him wasn’t something they’d done for years before me. Still, I think it’s ironic that they both love it when I, the mute, am the one calling the shots when we’re all in bed together.
As each of her lube-coated fingers nudges into his tight ring of muscle, his ability to hold still and simply keep my cock held within his mouth falters.
His moaning and whimpering has me swelling to the point that I’m filling his mouth too much.
He has to press me into his cheek to open his mouth wider to suck in air.
I tap his head to get him to peer up at me, and he does so with half-lidded eyes. “Don’t come already, Sugar. We still need to get you up on all fours, riding Lauren’s cock.”
He nods, and I only allow Lauren to edge him a little longer, since I know he enjoys it.
But when he’s thrusting back against her palm, I know it’s time to get him on his hands and knees.
I nudge him with mine to give him the signal, and Lauren slips her three fingers out of his hole.
He whimpers again, shuddering at the loss.
I roll over and grab her toy from the nightstand, then urge Marcus up.
“Good boy,” I praise him when he obediently gets into position.
I kneel before him, my cock jutting out proudly, straight at his swollen lips.
Lauren apparently doesn’t need to coat the part of the toy that goes inside her, so that must mean she’s already wet and ready to do this.
She does, however, slicken up the part that will be pegging Marcus.
She, too, gets up on her knees, positioning herself behind him, the toy notched at his entrance. Our eyes meet, and she smirks knowingly. We’re about to make Marcus the best damn good boy ever.
Marcus sucks my dick between his lips, and I just about cower over. I think he was the one edging me with all that cockwarming. He flutters his tongue over my slit, and I shudder.
Lauren grips the base of her silicone dick, holding it steady. “Are you ready, Marco?”
He nods, swallowing and humming his affirmation on my cock.
She presses forward, not stopping until she’s fully seated inside him. I watch, rapt as if watching the final piece of a puzzle fall into place. He moans when she makes a few tentative thrusts, lifting one of his hands off the bed and making a come on, let’s go motion.
Oh, baby boy, we’re about to go alright.
I lean forward and bring my hands up, Lauren’s palms meet mine, and we’re in prime position to rock Marcus’ world.
She pistons her hips wildly, thrusting into his ass so roughly that each punishing push nudges him forward, forcing my dick further into his mouth.
I rock my hips, matching her tempo, and fuck his face hard. His fingertips dig into the mattress, trying to hold himself in place as he gets pounded on both ends, taking it like a goddamn champ.
Since I can’t talk, my hands being used to help brace Lauren, giving her more leverage, she gives him the praise he deserves.
“Marco, b-baby, you’re s-such a good, good b-boy,” she pants. “You’re t-taking m-me and Caleb s-so well.”
I can feel his lips morph into a smile around my girth.
He accepts the praise and rocks his body back-and-forth between Lauren and me.
Lauren cries out in ecstasy every time he pushes back, nudging the toy into her clitoris.
If I could, I’d be groaning every time the tip of my cock brushed his tonsils.
The sound of skin slapping and their moaning practically echoes around our little cabin.
Suddenly, Lauren tugs me towards her. One of her hands releases mine and she grabs me behind my head, pressing her lips on mine. She nips at my bottom lip, whimpering before she murmurs, “I can’t last much l-longer, Caleb. I’m—mmmph!—gonna come…”
Marcus pops off my dick, panting, “Me first” and that’s all he gets out before he shoots off, streams of hot cum pulsing out of him, covering the sheets.
“Finish me. Please, Caleb, finish me,” Lauren begs, pulling out of Marcus and shifting over while pulling the toy out of her.