Chapter six #2
Ben pulled his fingers from Jaxson’s mouth and brought his lips close to Jaxson’s.
“You like that cock in your ass?” Ben asked, sweetly. Jaxson nodded. Preston’s fingertips were biting into Jaxson’s hips holding him still. Jaxson pulled at the cuffs. He looked down his body and saw a sliver of fluid hanging from his untouched cock.
“How is he?” Ben asked, over Jaxson’s head.
“He’s tight. Good. Hot.” Preston’s voice was strained. Jaxson felt Preston’s pelvis finally press against his ass. Jaxson was so full it felt like Preston was in him… everywhere.
“He feels good on your cock?” Ben asked.
“Fuck yes,” Preston answered.
“He’s a tight little unused hole, isn’t he?” Ben asked. Jaxson heard Preston choke on a moan. Preston rocked his hips and Jaxson felt his nerves light up all down his spine. It felt like Preston was stroking along the root of his cock.
“He looks like your cock is the best thing he’s ever had,” Ben said, reading Jaxson’s face. “He loves it.” Jaxson and Preston both moaned together, and Preston rocked harder into Jaxson’s hole.
“That’s a good boy, give him what he needs,” Ben continued. Jaxson wasn’t sure if Ben was talking to him or Preston.
“You’re up in that boy’s guts, aren’t you, baby?” Ben said. Preston’s fingers dug into Jaxson’s hips so hard it would leave finger-shaped bruises.
“Fuck, Ben, Jesus!” Preston cursed.
“Fuck him, hard,” Ben ordered. Ben’s voice left no room for argument, and Preston didn’t hesitate.
He held Jaxson by the hips with a vice grip, and he pulled out to the head before snapping his hips.
Jaxson’s breath left him in a surprised huff of air.
Preston didn’t wait for Jaxson to recover.
He snapped his hips over and over in long, deep, punctuated strokes.
“Oh, oh, ohh,” Jaxson heard the sounds he was making, and he wished they didn’t sound so needy and horny, but he had lost control.
He would have slid off the bed if Preston weren’t holding him in place.
Every thrust jostled Jaxson’s body, making the cuffs clink and pull.
Everything felt surreal and confusing, but he needed more of it.
“We’re gonna share him,” Ben rasped over Jaxson’s back.
“Yes, let me watch you fuck his mouth,” Preston gasped, still snapping his hips in jolts that rattled Jaxson’s insides.
Ben stood up and gripped Jaxson’s hair. He held Jaxson’s face over his cock, but he didn’t thrust into his mouth. He waited. Jaxson opened his mouth and strained for it. Ben made him squirm and pull against the grip in his hair to get his mouth on it.
“Look how needy you’ve made him on your cock,” Ben said, pulling on Jaxson’s hair.
Once Jaxson managed to reach Ben’s cock, Ben stopped teasing.
Every hard snap of Preston’s hips sent Jaxson propelling forward, mouth surging down the cock in his mouth.
Jaxson’s nose would press against Ben’s pelvis, mouth open wide.
Ben would push Jaxson back towards Preston by his shoulders, and Preston would pull Jaxson onto the root of his cock.
Ben was talking nonstop, but he wasn’t talking to Jaxson. His flow of filthy encouragements were directed towards Preston. That’s it, fuck him deep, use that tight hole, faster, I’m in his throat, don’t finish until I’m ready.
Jaxson’s jaw hurt and he gagged over and over, throat fluttering and spit spilling over his lips and chin. Sparks flew deep in his guts with every stab of Preston’s cock. He wanted to grip his cock. It would only take a few seconds.
“I’m close,” Preston’s voice was breathless.
“Yeah,” Ben agreed. “Let’s breed him.”
“Fuck,” Preston cursed. His thrusts became more erratic, and Jaxson sobbed around Ben’s cock, desperately wishing he could rub his neglected cock on something.
“Fuck, fuck!” Preston shouted and Jaxson felt him slam deep, and a warm, wet sensation deep in his insides.
Ben pulled out of Jaxson’s mouth and groaned.
Thick ropes of fluid coated the inside of Jaxson’s open mouth, lips, and face.
Jaxson’s climax hit without warning. He felt his hole seize around Preston’s cock, and a bolt of relief and ecstasy shot through him.
His untouched cock spilled across the sheets.
Jaxson felt the cuffs unbuckled and then someone helped him turn onto his back. He moved up the bed and fell back onto a pillow. His body was vibrating. Ben wiped his face with a wet cloth and handed him a plastic cup of water.
Preston pressed against Jaxson and wrapped an arm around his waist. Ben pressed close from his other side, and laid his arm over Preston’s.
“You good?” Ben asked. Preston hummed. Jaxson felt dizzy and disoriented. He wondered if he should go back to his villa and let the couple enjoy their bed alone.
“I should go,” Jaxson mumbled. He wondered where his clothes were. He lifted his head to blurrily look for them.
“You look fucked out,” Ben commented.
“Mm,” Jaxson said. He couldn’t formulate a better response.
“Why don’t you stay a little longer,” Preston mumbled. “Do you think you can take a nap?” Just at the suggestion, Jaxson felt himself slipping into sleep.
“Then when you wake up, we can use you again,” Ben said. It sounded like both a threat and a promise, and Jaxson hoped they would make good on it.