“Fuck,” I gasp at the sudden entry.
Isaac grunts. I glance over at him, and he’s got his pants open, his hand rubbing his erection over his underwear.
“Mmm…yeah.” Evan moans, planting his face against my neck and starting to work his entire posterior chain. “Hope this is okay.” He clenches in perfect time with my instinctive thrusts, raising and lowering himself with the strength of his thighs. His abs keep rolling, and my cock feels like a joystick inside him, going every direction once he’s got hold of it. It’s fucking amazing.
“It’s okay,” I manage to tell him. “You heard my boyfriend. Whatever you need.”
“I needthis,” he whimpers. His hard dick slaps my shirt with each descent, and I can’t stop watching it.
“Take it, baby,” Isaac says, his voice as low as it gets. The sound of it makes my balls ache with the need to come. “Take as much as you need.”
Evan grips the back of my head to use as leverage, reminding me of a stripper working a pole, and I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked this well—not even by him.
“Goddamn, Evan.”
“You feel so fucking good. Your cock is huge. I love it,” he rambles against my neck.
“Sucha good little slut.”
He mewls and keeps riding me. I would never say it to his face, but I can see why his ex wanted to put him on the internet. Evan puts on a hot show. I rest my hands on his hips and fleshy, muscular ass cheeks and force him to grind a little more on his landings. It warms my aching balls and brings his tight rim further down my length, giving me an extra squeeze. It’s like we’re fighting for how to do it, but there’s something in the fight that lights me up.
He mouths my jawline and grips my hair as we continue the slow, sweaty fuck. I’m doing my best to keep my breaths even, stay in control, and I can tell from all his clenching that he’s trying to do the same. But if he’s anything like me?—
“Oh, God, I’m gonna come.”
Yep. Clenching is a double-edged sword. It helps, but it also feels really, really good when someone’s cock is in the right spot, and I know I am.
“Fuck.” He cries out loud enough for the neighbors and the people on the street to hear. “Fuck, don’t stop, don’t—oh God.”
He’s already coming even as he’s still trying to resist it. His cum hits my shirt in thick, wet spurts, soaking through to my abs. I grab his dick and start milking it with gentle, purposeful pulls that cause burst after burst of semen to shoot out of him.
I haven’t changed a thing about how I’m fucking him, but he’s losing steam and coordination.
“Hang on, pretty boy,” I tell him.
Isaac is now jerking himself in earnest, turned onto his side watching us with rapt attention.
Evan wraps his arms around my shoulders and buries his face in my neck again. I find the right angle, get a strong enough grip on him to leave bruises, and start banging up into his ass.
He bounces on my lap as I chase my orgasm. He groans and gasps and clutches at my shirt and hair. I hammer my cock intohis tight, slick hole, where he still can’t help but clamp down all those perfect muscles that send pleasure coursing through me. When I’ve reached my peak, I slam up and force him down. My balls slap his ass with a zing of electric sensation, and once I’m fully sheathed in his body, I come with nearly as loud of a sound as he made.
“Oh, God,” he groans again as my cock jerks through a long, thorough release filling him with white-hot cum.
I’m still grunting and muscling through it when he switches back into sex kitten mode, swiveling on my lap and rolling his abs and hips again. The glide is smooth and lush. Wet and filthy. His mouth meets mine in a dirty as fuck kiss, and I swear to God, I come again. Another strong pulse jerking my balls and making my cock shoot off more cum.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers again. “Don’t stop.”
“Isaac missed you, too, Evan.”
“I want you to keep going,” Isaac offers, his hand still working his cock. “Please. You’re the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”
Evan kisses me, pulling a groan of pleasure out of Isaac. If the CEO is satisfied with what he’s seeing, I don’t mind giving him what he wants. I toy with Evan’s tongue in my mouth, and he holds me in his greedy, clenching ass so long, I get hard again. And then we’re back to fucking.
Something like half an hour and three orgasms between us later—including an explosive one from Isaac—with his lips resting against my sore, swollen mouth, Evan says, “God, I’m fucking exhausted. I can’t believe you guys made me do that.”
I laugh, delirious,my quads bordering on muscle failure and my uniquely wired minda little closer to understanding what it’s like to be in love.
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