Chapter 3 #2
“Can I—” I start, and then the words come out before I can stop them: “Can I have both?”
Jai’s eyebrows shoot up. Then he grins, that cocky, shit-eating grin that should be annoying but right now is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “You greedy little slut. Yeah, you can have both.”
The word slut sends a rush of heat through me. My cock throbs. Pre-cum soaks through my boxers, the wet spot spreading.
I crawl over Wyatt’s leg and position myself between the two men, reaching for Jai.
His cock is gorgeous, long and uncut, the foreskin partially retracted to show the big, fat head.
I lean in and lick it, a long stripe from base to tip.
The taste is sharper, muskier, and Jai’s hips buck off the mattress.
“Holy shit,” he breathes.
I take him in my mouth. The foreskin slides, the head nudging my tongue, and I suck experimentally and Jai makes a noise that’s half groan, half laugh, his hand finding the back of my head.
“Fuck, your mouth is perfect.”
I pull off, spit connecting us. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Don’t apologize,” Wyatt says from behind me. “You’re doing great. Come back here.”
I go back to Wyatt. His cock is slick with spit and pre-cum.
I sink down on him, deeper than before, and his hand guides my head, not pushing, just steadying.
The rhythm finds us. I suck, pull back, tongue the head, suck again.
His cock pulses on my tongue and I moan around him, the vibration making his thighs tense.
Then Jai’s hand is on my shoulder, turning me. “My turn, greedy.”
I switch. Jai’s cock slides into my mouth, so deep the head is hitting the back of my throat, and I gag but push through it, breathing through my nose. Jai murmurs encouragement as Wyatt moves in closer.
“That’s it, take it,” Jai groans. “Fuck, I never thought letting a guy suck me would be this good.”
“I did,” Wyatt says as he grabs me and yanks me down on him. “My roommate freshman year was a total whore.”
I moan at the thought of living in Wyatt’s dorm with his cock at my disposal any time I’m hungry.
“Is that what you want, Cade? To be our whore?” Jai asks. “There are ten days left in the cruise and you can spend it cum-drunk and happy.”
Instead of answering, I move to Jai, cupping the base of his cock as I give him a long, slow, tongue-swirling suck that makes his hips jolt up into my mouth.
I can’t get enough of both of them and I drag them closer, cupping each of their cocks as I go from Wyatt to Jai, Jai to Wyatt, my jaw aching, spit everywhere, my cock grinding against the mattress so hard I’m seeing stars.
Wyatt fists his hand in my hair and starts to fuck my mouth, holding me still, his fat shaft pumping between my lips, delicious and wild.
“Fucking slut, take it all,” he groans, and his cock pulses on my tongue.
Cum floods my mouth, hot and thick and salty-bitter, and I swallow without thinking, once, twice, my throat working.
He keeps cumming, his hips jerking, and I moan around him because holy fuck, I’m drinking his cum, and I love it.
It’s the hottest thing that has ever happened to me.
Jai pulls me off Wyatt before I’m done, and I fight him to get back, licking up another little spurt of the salty treat.
Jai laughs. “Me. Now. I have a load for you, too.”
I turn, the promise of Jai’s full balls making me forget about my need to suck Wyatt dry. Jai’s cock is leaking, the head purple, and I take him deep and suck hard, practicing long strokes with my lips tight around him the way the girls do in porn.
I’m so fucking turned on I’m humping the mattress as his hand clamps on the back of my neck and he guides my head, coaxing me to move faster, to take him deeper.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groans, thrashing beneath me. “Oh fuck Cade, your mouth is perfect.”
I don’t answer, I just hollow my cheeks and suck harder, desperate for his cum.
He shouts, his hips lifting off the bed.
His cum is hotter, thinner, flooding my mouth in pulses, and I swallow as much as I can, but some spills past my lips, down my chin.
I’m moaning, grinding against the mattress, and my orgasm hits like a freight train.
I cum in my boxers, hard. My cock pulses against the wet fabric, my hips jerking, and I’m sucking Jai through it, my mouth full of his cum, my cock emptying into my shorts, and everything whites out, my brain static, my body shaking.
When I come back, I’m still between them.
Wyatt’s cock is soft against my cheek, wet with spit and the last drops of cum.
Jai’s is the same, resting against my lower lip.
I lick them both clean, slow, tender licks that have no purpose except I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop, and I’m kissing Wyatt’s soft cock, his balls.
Jai laughs, low and warm, and runs his fingers through my hair.
“Thank you,” Wyatt says. “That was… fuck. I needed that.”
“Me too,” Jai says. “I think we figured out what we’re going to be doing for the rest of this cruise.”
“What?” I ask, lifting my head.
Wyatt cups my cheek, rubbing a drop of cum off the corner of my lips and feeding it to me. “How do you feel about the role of free use cruise fuckhole?”
I blink, cheeks hot. “Does that mean I can touch and kiss your cocks any time I like?”
Wyatt and Jai glance at each other, and Wyatt nods. “Yeah. Yeah, we can do that for you.”
“And in return,” Jai says. “Your holes are ours.”
My cock is already getting hard again, and I whisper, “Oh fuck. My… um.”
“Your asshole too. We’re gonna fuck that tight virgin asshole until it’s completely wrecked,” Jai says.
“Oh fuck. Really?” I sound too eager, and both of them laugh.
“We’ll give you a safeword.”
“How about Sapphire, like the boat?” Jai asks.
Wyatt nods. “Okay, for the next ten days your only job is to stay naked and keep those holes ready. You like that idea?”
“Oh fuck,” I whimper. “Yeah.”
“Good,” Wyatt says.
Jai swings his legs off the bed. “Come on. Shower. You’re a mess.” He holds out his hand.
I take it. His fingers are warm around mine as he pulls me up, my legs shaky, my boxers ruined.
Wyatt reaches for the room phone. “I’m ordering breakfast. Everything on the menu. We earned it.”
Jai leads me to the bathroom, his hand still in mine, and I follow, dripping cum and smelling like sex and feeling, for the first time in my life, like maybe I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.