Does he want to…oh, God…
“Yeah,” I whine helplessly, burying my face in Isaac’s neck.
Deacon wastes no time, probing me open to suck my boss’s cum from my ass. And I fucking let him.
“God, oh God, oh God,” I whine against Isaac’s neck as he holds me open for Deacon and kisses any part of me he can reach.
“Shh…good boy. Let him clean you up. That’s such a good, beautiful boy.”
Fuck, I love that. He’s never talked to me like that. He’s called me his sweet little slut before, and I thought that was pretty great, but good boy hits different.
“Is his tongue in your ass, baby?”
“Mmhm.”
“He loves that gorgeous ass. We both do. We’re obsessed.”
I’m panting. “It feels…I need to come, Isaac.”
“Come, baby.”
“I can’t. I’m freaking out.” While this is nothing like anything I ever did with Hunter, my brain is gearing itself up to go into flight mode.
He lets go of my ass cheeks and runs his hands up my back, caressing me while he makes out with my neck. Deacon’s tongue licks in and out, then he plants his lips and sucks. His hand plays with my balls a moment before he starts sucking those, too.
“Do you need more or less?” Isaac asks.
“I don’t know.”
“You’re in charge, baby. We want you so much. Let us make you happy. Even if it means telling us to stop.”
“No,” I manage. I need to get through this. What do they call it? Exposure therapy? “I don’t wanna stop.”
“There’s my sweet slut.”
Isaac’s approval half melts me.
“Do you want him inside you?” he asks. “You want to get fucked by your big, hot roommate?”
Do I?Now?While I’m on top of Isaac, smelling his skin and hearing his words. Would that be weird?
What am I talking about? This is already insane.
“Tell him,” Isaac says.
“Tell him?”
“Say fuck me, Deacon. Tell him to stick that beautiful fat cock in your slick, tight ass.”
“But you?—”
“That’s right, baby. I’m right here.”
Oddly, that’s actually reassuring and totally different than the last time I was in a bed with two men. Isaac cares about me. I know that. It’s in his voice, his eyes, his possessive grip on my ass. I can do this. I can try. I nod, trapping Isaac’s face against me with my arm.
“You need me to tell him?”
I nod again.
