And fuck is it a sight. So much so, my hips thrust forward.
Rex has Devon’s hands tied behind his back, holding his head up by his hair as he rails into him from behind like a wild beast. There’s a muted red ball in Devon’s mouth and I can’t help but chuckle—my friend ball gagged his boy. Forgot he had that thing.
Cal ruts into my fist, and I turn my attention back to him. “Like the way they fuck, Little Fawn?”
He groans, teeth sinking into my fingers.
“Biting me again?”
His hand covers mine that’s on his cock and he squeezes, causing my grip to tighten around his length. When I stop, he does it again. A silent plea.
Cal might not like impact play, but he does enjoy a bit of rough play when it comes to his cock and balls.
I nip his ear and comply, fucking my fingers into his mouth. “Such a demanding slut tonight, aren’t you?”
He makes a sound as if annoyed, then reaches up, tangling his fingers in my hair, pulling on it as he fucks my fist vigorously, his eyes focused on Devon and Rex.
Shit, my boy really likes to watch. Can’t blame him. Those two are completely feral.
I pull my fingers from his mouth. “Keep quiet.”
He nods, and I reach down to slap his balls. His entire body arches, and the little squeak he releases as he tries to fight making any noise has my dick twitching.
My one hand slides down to his root and I squeeze hard, then use my other to slap his shaft.
He damn near rips my hair out, his hips pushing forward, muscles clenched tight. He’s close.
“My balls. Squeeze them. Crush them. Please.”
And I do.
When I look up, Rex has a smirk on his face. Wonder what I missed.
“Mac . . . I’m . . . coming.”
My hand covers his mouth as he sprays all over, covering my hand and the floor. I keep jerking him until nothing more comes out and he’s squirming away from my touch, then I lift him into my arms and carry him back to bed.
“You had your fun. My turn now.”
Chapter 6
I wake up to an empty bed and panic takes over. Fuck. After we got back to the room, I was so worked up, I threw Cal onto the mattress, then fucked his tight hole until I filled him.
Wasn’t wild or crazy, but I buried myself inside him. Still remember the adoring look on his face, as if he finally felt whole. He got so needy, we even did it again.
Last thing I remember was him curling up to me, and then I must’ve fallen asleep. Without putting the jougs back on.
Jumping out of bed, I quickly throw on cargo pants, socks, and a flannel shirt, then race to get my boots by the door.
“What lit a fire under your ass this morning?”
I spin around. Rex leans against the kitchen entryway, a mug in one hand.
“Cal—”
“Is out back with Devon.”
I straighten, lips pressed into a thin line, gaze concentrated on my friend. Not what I was expecting. But I’m not relieved either. That little psycho could go off at any moment. “If he hurts Cal—”
