Chapter 22
Kaspar
Ollie kept his eyes on my face as I undressed him. I shouldn’t love how filthy he looked with his face covered in Bo’s cum, but fuck, I did.
“Goddess, you’re stunning,” I breathed as I slipped his tight long sleeve shirt over his head. Then, I sank to my knees.
Making myself come before I went to meet Oliver and Bo would have been the sensible choice.
Perhaps I wouldn’t have shuddered as Bo’s thumb traced my lips as they stretched around his husband’s dick.
His taste was so fucking good. I wanted to taste Bo, too. To choke on their cocks. To let them to ruin me.
And I want it now.
Oliver’s eyes dropped heavily to my face. He held onto his husband, for Bo’s reassurance or his own I didn’t know, and then cupped my cheek, his palm warm and possessive.
“So pretty, with your mouth around my cock. That’s it, open up for me.”
I whimpered and did what he said. He pushed his head deeper down my throat and groaned softly when I swallowed.
“Yes,” I tried to say but choked on his length. Yes. Fuck, yes. Just fucking move. Take my mind off mundane things and just let me feel.
“Stop holding back, ?lskling.” The Troll hugged his husband from behind. “Can’t you see Kas is desperate for your cock?”
I nodded around him. “Uh-huh.” Tears spilled down my cheeks. I didn’t know why the fuck I was crying. I’d never been happier or more aroused.
Gentle fingers brushed the wetness off my face, then slipped into my fur, grabbing a fistful. He held me in place as he dragged his dick out and slid it back in, gagging me.
“Oh. God. Yes!” he bit out when I dragged my tongue up his dick on every slide.
Ollie fucked my face faster, little mewls escaping him. He thickened in my mouth, breathing hard and fast.
“Give Kaspar a taste of you, my love!” Bo commanded.
After one more gasping breath, he obeyed and shot his warm load down my throat.
“Oh my God,” he whimpered, pulling his dick out and me to my feet. His kiss was a hungry one.
Hands, twice as big as a human’s, palmed my hips. I shivered and gasped when they shifted to stroke over my dick.
He paused and waited for my nod.
Fucking finally.
Bo hummed when he felt the precum pooling on my slit.
“Oh, did we make you wet?” he asked teasingly. Oliver backed out of the kiss and looked down to watch Bo touching me.
A half smirk played on his lips. He ducked out of our embrace. Suddenly, I found myself the filling in our sandwich.
“My husband needs to be worshipped.” That was what Bo had said. There had been no such talk about me receiving the same treatment. I was here as a warm up, not as a main act. But it also felt so fucking right to be touched by both of them.
“Stroke his cock, darling,” Oliver purred. He trailed his hands up my stomach and chest to cup my pecs.
I cursed when his thumbs twirled my nipples, making my dick jump.
Bo’s green eyes found mine, searching my face for permission before following his husband’s lead. I gave him a little nod.
He helped me step all the way out of my trousers and pushed my boxers down my legs.
“Mmh, yes. So wet,” he murmured. He watched the precum dribble down my length like a hawk. I couldn’t remember ever leaking like this before.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Oliver suck on his fingers. The why became apparent when he moved to spread his saliva on my hole.
Goddess, I’m so glad I cleaned up properly.
“Remember your safe word?” He kissed my shoulder.
“I—no, ” I groaned, but added a gasped “Rot. How am I supposed to remember when you touch me like that?” They both chuckled.
Bo cupped the back of my neck. “We just want you to be safe with us.” He leaned down to kiss me as Ollie’s slick finger breached my ass. He gave me a moment to adjust before he added another.
My knees almost buckled when he pushed straight to my prostate. More precum welled up my slit.
“Yes, baby, you are making Kaspar feel so good. Touch him there again.” Bo stroked me in long, tugging jerks. His other hand fondled my balls.
Oliver brushed the pads of his fingers over that magic spot again, and a tongue lapped up my leaking precum.
“Oh fuck!” My legs did give out this time, but Bo steadied me.
“Again,” he told his husband, catching the drops on his fingers and bringing them up to Oliver’s mouth. Humming with delight, he sucked them clean, pumping his hand inside me as if it was a lever to squeeze more out of me.
“I like your taste—” He broke off abruptly. I sought his eyes.
“Is something wrong?”
“Like Bo said earlier, we need a proper pet name for you,” Oliver explained and pressed another kiss on my shoulder blade. “It’s a hockey thing. Nobody calls each other by their name because that feels quite stiff, you see?” He hit my spot again.
“Fuck, yeah. I feel that,” I groaned.
Bo chuckled.
“A nickname for Kaspar will present itself when the time’s right.”
They talked as if they intended to keep me. And fuck… I shouldn’t want that. They were married, happy, successful…and hot. I’d always been into sharing. Only loving one person for the rest of your life sounded like such an odd concept to me.
That doesn’t mean everyone is like that.