Isaac continues to ravage my hole, and I jerk my cock with slow, tight strokes. There’s no more logic or concern inside me. There’s just wanting and needy noises. I want to feel. I want to watch. I want them to rewire my brain where group sex is concerned. I wantthis.
Isaac lifts his head, looking from me to Deacon. He reaches for the lube and Deacon passes it to him. To me, he says, “Are you sure you’re good?”
“Yes. Fuck. Yes, I want you inside me.” I like consent, and I’m good at enthusiastically consenting. They can ask me as often as they want. Isaac is rarely impolite when it comes to this kind of thing. A few times he’s fucked first and asked questions later, but only when I’m throwing myself at him, so it’s not like I was complaining.
With Deacon, I had no idea this side of him existed, he hid it so well, but I swear it’s all I can see now. How ravenous he is—how deeply raw his needs are. Basic and primal. There’s a wild animal in him, and its sights are set on consuming exactly what it’s captured in this bed.
Isaac’s lubed fingers slide easily into my hole, moving deeper than his tongue. I writhe, my hips rising from the bed again. My inner muscles squeeze on him as his face grabs my attention. He’s staring down at me with burning desire in his hooded eyes, carefully watching the way I’m responding, but seeming to demand more from me, too.
“Fill me up again,” I pant as I stare back at him.
“Greedy boy.”
I can’t help it. “Breed me, Daddy.Please.”
He glares and gives me a rough shove for that. “You, too, huh?”
I frown, but he only smirks, shaking his head. It’s not like he can resist. He curls his fingers, eliciting a groan from me before pulling out. With his other hand, he coats his cock with lube.
Deacon’s weight hits the bed. He’s behind Isaac who’s shifting to allow Deacon to kneel between his spread thighs. Isaac groans as Deacon handles his ass. He looks over his shoulder, and Deacon is waiting for it. They kiss with an intensity that makes my brain short-circuit and my balls throb.
I groan, pumping my cock faster in my fist, all my concern has evaporated. I want them. Iwantthem. I don’t care how. “Please,” I hear myself whining again.
They pull apart, and Isaac turns back to me, a feral look on his face. He lifts my ass from the bed, and I grab the backs of my thighs to curl into a position he can sink into. I’m not sure he and I have ever had sex like this. I’ve never felt like it was my best angle, and I’m always putting on a show for him in his office. Plus, the options in there are limited in terms of positions.
“Good boy,” he whispers, distracted and breathy. I feel the slap of his firm cock on my crack—a dominant warning that I’m about to getfucked.
And then he’s inside me. The angle is a straight shot, and with one thrust, his hips meet my ass with a thud. I shout with surprise, and he grunts, holding himself at the peak of his stroke. He puts his hands on either side of my head, hovering above me, upper body positioned perfectly between my spread legs. Bent over.
I glance over his shoulder at Deacon on his knees, his own gaze focused on Isaac’s ass. While Isaac’s cock stretches and fills me to the point where I’m about to beg him to move, Deacon does the same to him.
Isaac’s groan is long and low, echoing the noise rumbling out of Deacon. His head drops, mussed hair grazing my chest. “Shit,” he bites out as Deacon’s body presses him impossibly deeper inside me.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Mmph…” is all he can manage.
I want to touch him, lift his face so I can see his eyes, but as much as I’m feeling right now, I can’t imagine what it’s like for him to be in the middle. “I—I—I need you to move,” I beg with some hesitation.
It has to start with Deacon, though, I realize as his hands wrap around Isaac’s hips. I can hear the squelch and suction of their connection shifting, and whatever they’re doing allows Isaac the space to find an inch or two to thrust inside me. “You feel…” he gasps. “So good.”
I let my head fall back as he fucks me, powered by Deacon’s thrusts, and I realize I have no idea which one of us he means.
27
ISAAC
I’m senseless and flooded with sensation at the same time. It’s a vast, stunning feeling, stealing my breath and shutting off reason. I’ve become a sex toy, a sleeve for Deacon and a dildo for Evan. Meanwhile it feels like a near constant orgasm.
I haven’t officially come yet, but I’m not sure how I’ve managed to hold anything in. Evan takes me as perfectly as he always does with his greedy, clenching ass and his delectable, appreciative sounds. Meanwhile, Deacon is controlling every move I make with his firm grip and his driving cock.
I’m a moaning, groaning mess as they use me while I fight to hold myself up and not collapse from the intensity. Keeping me up, at least in part, is the weightlessness of euphoria. Natural endorphins have got me high as fuck as I fill Evan’s ass and Deacon sees to mine.
My balls are tight, aching and stinging with the slap of Deacon’s, which sounds like it would be awful, but I’m not sure I’ve ever been so aware of my body—of how many pleasure pathways there are—all lit up like a fucking carnival.
Evan lets out a soft whimper, his body jerking beneath mine, adding another layer of stimulation to my cock. I clencheverywhere, my release threatening, pounding my groin to get out.
Poised on the edge, I drive into Evan as Deacon sinks into me. Growling, I take them both as sweat slicks my body and tremors make it a challenge to keep the rhythm. But it’s working.
