“You may come, boy. Pet, you may not. I want you to ride the boy.” She whimpers but starts moving, slowly at first, and I groan around Carter’s cock.
What little is left of my rational brain sees what he’s doing—I will forever associate the first time she fucks me with sucking his cock. It’s a variation of the same theme.
Operant conditioning.
He slowly pushes into my mouth, the new taste not objectionable, just different. He holds still with my nose brushing against the dark nest of hair at the base before he pulls out all the way to the head and repeats it. Again, and again, slowly, savoring it.
“I expect you to swallow like a good boy,” Carter grits through a tensed jaw as he fucks my mouth.
He lets go of his cock and cups that hand around the back of my head, fisting my hair as he picks up the tempo and really starts using me. My own cock is a happy camper with Susa grinding on me, but having to focus on breathing and looking up at him and all of that help me hold back my orgasm to make it last longer.
I want it to last forever, but I’m damn sure not that good.
“Take it all the way, boy,” Carter growls before deep-throating me. I swallow, trying not to gag on how big he is, and tasting his juices filling my mouth as he pulses and makes that familiar groan I’ve heard before in the shower. He then pulls back a little so I can breathe and swallow, his cock softening in my mouth.
He strokes my hair. “Good boy. Come for me, boy. Be a good boy and enjoy your reward.”
I’m glad I have his cock in my mouth to muffle me, because it’s embarrassing how loud I am when my climax hits and I fill Susa.
I’m not sure if it’s more embarrassing that I can definitively say it’s only the fourth time I’ve ever done exactly this particular thing.
Definitely the best time, though.
I mean, sure, we’ve done a bunch of other things together, the three of us, so it’s almost ironically anti-climactic in some ways.
He turns a little. “Lean forward, pet.” She does, and from the sound of it I realize he’s unclipped her hands. “Blindfold off, and get off him. Use your mouth and get him hard again.” He’s smiling down at me. “Now, you getmehard again.”
I do. Susa’s going down on me again, and I’m moaning around his cock. I never knew it was possible to feel this horny.
Horny is good, because it allows me to defer the conversation about this newthingbetween us.
Oh, and what thefuck, they gotmarried?
Once he’s hard I figured he’d start fucking my face, but he climbs off me. Susa keeps sucking on my cock, though, so that’s nice.
I mean, basically my brain’s fried at this point, so I’m just going with everything.
Carter climbs out of bed, retrieves something from the bathroom, and returns. A towel, and lube.
Fuck.
I know what this means even before he makes her move so she’s to my side and not kneeling between my thighs now.
“The only reason I’m not letting her sixty-nine you right now, boy, is because I want to see the look on your face when you feel my cock fucking you for the first time.” He smiles. “First, last, only cock you ever take, boy. Gotta tell you, that makes me proud to know.”
He pushes my thighs apart and shoves the towel under me. “Susa told me you begged for her to fuck you harder when she used the strap-on the first time. You have no idea how happy that made me.” His smile widens. “And that was just with a reach-around. Imagine how good it’s going to feel having her suck another load out of you while I fuck you.”
The lube feels cool as one finger, then two breach me. I moan as my cock twitches in her mouth. “Don’t make him come yet, pet. Get him hard and hold him there. I want to feel him coming with my cock in his ass.”
His fingers twist and sweep across the spot he already knows very well inside me and I moan again.
“See, you called me a bastard that first time not knowing how much of one I am. I guess I reallyama bastard extraordinaire.” He grins as he scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me. “I’m the bastard who’s going to fuck your brains out.”
He works me up to three fingers before slathering lube on himself and pressing the head against me. I’m waiting for it, for the intrusion, to give the last bit of myself to him that I have for him to take, when his expression gentles.
“Ask me, Owen,” he softly says.
I know a rational person would have safeworded.
