“Holy shit!” He backs into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind him. The three of us look at each other, grimacing.
“Hey, don't worry about it. I can use the bathroom downstairs,” he whispers through the crack in the door. “Also? The three of y'all together?Fire.”
He's whistling to himself, the sound trailing off as he makes his way down the stairs. From the downstairs bathroom, he repeats himself,“Fire!”
We crack up and then follow each other into Joaquin's room. They both push me down on the bed, and Joaquin spreads my legs wide, attacking my hole with his tongue.
Precum practically launches itself from the head of my dick onto my belly, and Warwick leans down, licking it. I laugh because it tickles, and he bites his lip.
“Fuck. I love your belly when you laugh.”
Joaquin lets out a low groan and pauses to look at both of us. “Yesss,” he hisses, letting go of my legs for a moment to grab my belly from either side, giving it a good shake. “I would sell state secrets for this belly.”
I flush. I’ve definitely been in situations where lovers didn't fully appreciate what I brought to the table, but these two…damn.They lookferalwhen they start talking about my belly.
Wick helps Joaquin place my legs over his shoulders, and having them both there, cooperating for my pleasure while Joaquin is diving face-first into my junk…hoo, buddy. Clear precum pools in my belly button.
Shoving his face between my cheeks, Joaquin’s rimming me with abandon as his greedy hands find their way up and down my torso, then up and down my thick thighs.
Wick positions himself at my head, drawing his cock along my nose and lips. Leaning forward, he licks and plucks at my nipples while dragging his velvety, musky balls across my forehead, eyelids, nose, mouth, chin…God fucking damn, I love this man. Leaning forward, he spreads my cheeks for Joaquin, and I suck one of his balls into my mouth. His groaning, hitching breaths are everything to me.
Joaquin kisses the back of Wick’s helpful hands and then dives back in, mumbling sweet nothings into the sensitive skin. He grabs my belly, using the hold as leverage to deepen his tongue fucking. God, I’ve never been with someone who loves to eat out a fat ass as much as him, and it’s fucking amazing.
I let out a sharp, high-pitched yelp when Joaquin spears my hole with the tip of his tongue, insistent, pushing farther and farther inside of me. I moan around Wick’s balls as he straddles my face. Taking a break from his cheek spreading duties, he guides his cock into my mouth.
I smooth my hands over his ass, pushing him deeper until he lays his weight across me.
“Mm, looky here,” he mutters against my straining cock, spreading me wide for Joaquin. “I can’t take this deep, but I can suck on the head all day.”
I pull away from him. “Please,” I beg, stilling my hips to avoid thrusting into his mouth. “Suck me however it feels most comfortable.”
Even if he can’t deep throat me, his cock-sucking skills are second to none. I swallow down Wick’s cock as I’m being eaten alive, devoured by these two men. If it were just sex, that’d be fucking stupendous, but it isn’t just sex.
It’s so much more, and the care they’re taking with me, hell, the care we’re taking with each other…my brain is having a hard time with words, but I’m so full offeels good,right there, love me, love me, love meemotions that I might pass out, cry, or come my brains out.
Doing all three at once is completely within the realm of possibility.
I grumble when Wick pulls away from my cock to kiss Joaquin. I flush a little, even as Wick keeps thrusting against my mouth. I mean, Joaquin was just eating my ass, and Wick is kissing him…
“Joaquin, baby, you taste so good, and you make eating that hole look divine. Can I have a turn?”
Joaquin pulls back, grinning. Even from my limited vantage point, I can see that his face is red and his beard’s a mess. He nods, leaning in to bite my inner thigh one last time before making space.
Wick pulls out of my mouth, and I chase his thick and veiny cock, capturing the head for a few more quick, hard sucks.
Chuckling, Wick wrests his perfect cock from my mouth and bends in half to kiss my nose. “Actually, Colt, I'm gonna need you to sit on my face.”
I look up at him incredulously. “No fucking way. Your jaw. And I might suffocate you.”
Wick lifts his brow. “Save for where I split my chin, my jaw doesn’t hurt. It’s a range of motion thing. I can’t open my jaw wide enough for your entire cock, my love, but I can be your throne. And that skin glue can hold up to anything. Besides, if I die, I die.”
When I still hesitate, he flops down on the bed beside me and elbows me. “Come on, Colt. My face isn't going to king itself.”
Joaquin pulls back and smacks my hip. “Do what he says.”
I snort. Okay, well…if they insist. I toss the pillows off the bed and let Wick get into place. I awkwardly straddle his face, hovering. “You sure you want this?”
He growls beneath me, yanking on my balls until I lower to his face. He grabs my cheeks, forcing me to truly put my weight on him. As I relax onto his questing tongue, I roll my eyes with pleasure as he massages my balls and runs a hot, wet tongue over those sensitive bits of skin.
