Deacon suggests more lube, and I grab for it. When both our cocks are slick with it, I toss it to the floor and choke up on my grip. I press my mouth to Evan’s wet neck and suck gently. His ass cheeks get a grip on us, each of our fat heads competing for access to his too small hole.
I’m not sure how it happens. One second it feels impossible, and the next, Evan is letting out a shout as we bury our cocks in his ass. Deacon’s cockhead goes first, but mine is notched right behind it.
We’re inside, and it’s delicious agony. The angle won’t allow either Deacon or me to bottom out, but that hardly matters with half our cocks pressed tightly together, splitting Evan in half.
“Oh fuck,” Evan groans. “That’s so fucking good.”
He’s not wrong. But unlike last time, I’m in the position to do the fucking in a space where I can barely move. I barely want to. Deacon’s cock is throbbing, hot, and hard. Evan’s ass is slick and quivering around us. I swear I could come just like this.
To mitigate the overwhelming sensation, I kiss Evan’s neck while Deacon rubs his cock back and forth minutely, adding so much friction, I’m not sure my knees will hold.
“Mm… yeah. Fuck me,” Evan whimpers.
“Fuck us, babe,” my boyfriend says to me.
I slide my hands over Evan’s thighs before grabbing hold of Deacon’s ass. And I move. I’m careful at first, slow. But the sounds they make spur me on. Kissing Evan’s arched neck, I pump my hips, driving my cock into him, over Deacon’s. My balls slam against his as I manage to bottom out repeatedly in Evan’s hole. I have to work for every inch, and it’s fucking glorious.
Evan is a groaning mess, and Deacon isn’t much quieter. Our noises drown out the sound of both shower heads and the rush of water through the pipes. Deacon’s and Evan’s mouths meet in a salacious kiss that gives me unreasonable hope for the future of us. I’m suddenly so happy, I’m practically high. The opposite of everything I’ve felt for too many weeks.
My confidence comes surging back, and I remember who the fuck I am. The CEO. I’m the goddamned boss.
I give Evan’s ass a stinging slap for leaving me, and I pound him harder. Deacon almost loses his footing, but I hold him in place with the strength of my arms and my will.
“No one comes until you do,” I growl in Evan’s ear.
“Fuck,” Deacon groans, and Evan whimpers.
“Do you hear that?” I ask. “He’s so fucking close for you, baby.”
“I’m gonna come for you,” Evan says like a prayer. Like he can manifest it with his words.
I’d rather manifest it with my cock. Finding his nipple with my hand, I twist it and tug. Deacon captures Evan’s mouth again as he grunts and jerks in our arms. Using a feathery touch, I stroke and rub at his pec, paying special attention to the swelling mound at the center. There’s so much more I need to learn about his body—the office quickies weren’t ever enough. But I’ve watched him shove his own hand up his shirt before when I was fucking him, and I can only assume his nipples are sensitive.
Deacon uses his impressive size to find some space between their bodies.
“Oh shit,” Evan gasps, his head dropping to Deacon’s shoulder as I continue to drive deep. The motion of Deacon’s forearm indicates he’s managed to get hold of Evan’s cock. And he’s not moving slow either.
My men are coming apart, and I love to see it.
Somehow—I have no idea how—Evanstarts to move. His hips rock, meeting my quick, rough thrusts and plowing through Deacon’s fist.
I let my hold on Deacon’s ass go to grab Evan’s face and turn him toward me. I smash my lips to his, and his tongue licks out to meet mine. There’s a low hum deep in his throat, and I kiss him even harder. Soon enough, he breaks away, panting heavily before he lets out a sharp cry.
It’s followed almost instantly by a pulsing throb of Deacon’s cock that I want to feel every second of. I sheathe myself in the agonizingly tight space we’ve made inside Evan and let my own orgasm rip.
Two large, thudding cocks fill Evan with cum—loads of it. It’s a staggering release, and I have to fight to keep my feet beneath me and Evan’s body in place.
We’re all contracting and loosening in wave after wave of what’s maybe the most satisfying climax of my life.
“Enough,” Evan finally sighs in exhaustion, his body trembling all over.
I pull out first, steadying his body in Deacon’s arms. Cum leaks out of his ass, dripping onto the black tile floor, mixing with the water. A filthy, amazing sight.
When Deacon lifts him off his cock, I gently wash Evan’s used hole even as cum continues to leak onto my fingers. I hesitate to put them inside him to get the rest, but he’s wide open, so I go for it.
We all groan as the huge load hits the floor with a thick splash. It’s so fucking hot. Utterly depraved.
“Let’s test out those legs,” Deacon says softly.
