It really is incredibly overwhelming. I have no hope of lasting. My brain is drowning in endorphins.
“Christ, you’re fucking delicious.” Isaac inhales my scent as he pauses for a breath.
“This feels like too much.” I’m close to hyperventilating.
“Do you need to come, baby?”
“It’s too soon.”
“Mm…” He presses his mouth to my neck. “Would it feel good if you did, or would it feel better to wait?”
“It’s so intense.”
“Let it go. Kiss me. Let me hear you come for us.”
Christ.
Deacon is relentless, working magic with his tongue and sucking me down his throat. Where did he learn to give head like this? I thought I was good at it, butfuck. My thighs shake as the tension in my lower body builds to a breaking point. When Deacon chokes me down again, and Isaac shoves his tongue back into my mouth, pleasure explodes, electrifying my groin and shooting cum into Deacon’s mouth.
I make a sound Isaac swallows and hums around, but then he turns to watch Deacon take my load as his lips move up and down my cock. I have to say—it’s a pretty sight—it’s just—just— “Oh God, please…please…” I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but Deacon slides his lips slowly off me and glances at Isaac who nods.
Deacon grabs him by the jaw and brings his mouth to his. I watch Deacon’s cum-coated tongue enter my boss’s mouth, and I spurt again, untouched. “Fuck,” I gasp, watching them lick each other’s tongues—tasting me and each other.
I hear Deacon say, “I need to fuck you.”
Isaac replies with, “Let’s get back to bed.”
Deacon stands. Isaac grabs my wrist, and I scramble to my feet. Someone pulls my pants up—maybe it’s me. “What do you needmefor?” I ask, genuinely curious.
Isaac chuckles and picks me up, damsel style, one arm sweeping up my legs and the other supporting my back. I wrap my arms around his neck and don’t worry about what this looks like. He carries me inside, all the way to his bedroom, and drops me unceremoniously on the mattress before he shucks his shirt and pants.
Deacon comes up behind him, planting kisses on his neck, running his hands up his chest. Isaac’s eyes close, and his head drops back. He’s like putty in Deacon’s large hands. It’s…surprisingly sexy. Seeing Isaac overwhelmed. Watching the way Deacon wants him. The way they want each other.
There’s a sharp stab of jealousy in my chest from their palpable connection, but my body is still buzzing from the orgasm—from the weightless trip to the bedroom. They didn’t leave me. They’reshowingme.
“Can you go one more time?” Deacon asks, and I realize he’s talking to me.
Startled and still pulsing everywhere, I nod.
“You sure?” he asks.
I don’t know what I’m agreeing to, but I say, “I’m good. I want to.”
“Then get your pants off and spread your legs.”
Damn, I guess I have a new boss now.
I do as he says as his hand drifts down Isaac’s chest to wrap around his cock.
“Fuck,” Isaac breathes, his fluttering eyes glancing at me as he fights for his feet.
I lie on my back in the center of the bed, pulling my knees up to show them my hole.
“Get him ready.” Deacon lets Isaac go, allowing him to crawl onto the bed toward me. Hands on my ass cheeks he tips me backward, lifting my butt from the bed. He spits on my hole half a second before covering it with his mouth. I whine, my tender rim responding wantonly to the gentle attention. I’m wide open, allowing his tongue easy entry, and Isaac takes advantage, growling as he devours my ass.
“Shit,” I squeak, my breath coming in short gasps. My head is turned to the left and Deacon appears in my field of vision, naked now. He holds eye contact with me as he squirts lube on his rigid cock and spreads it up and down his thick shaft.
My own dick twitches, going from flaccid and spent to interested all over again.
