Elliot’s cock disappears from my mouth as Elliot releases mine. “I want to hold back, Master,” he says. “I think I only have one in me tonight.”
“Fair enough, pet.” I hear them kissing. I’m catching my breath and come-drunk and totally compliant. I’m in their hands, now, totally.
Leo’s fingers disappear and reappear just as quickly, three fingers this time. The pinching burn quickly turns pleasant as he once again strokes my prostate.
Elliot sits up and his fingers find my nipples, twisting and tugging. Doesn’t take Leo and Elliot long to get my cock hard again, either.
“That’swhat I wanted to see.” Leo’s fingers disappear, quickly replaced by his bare cock pressing in hard and fast and feeling so damned good.
Elliot frees my legs and Leo takes them, wraps them around his waist, and they adjust position. Elliot’s cock returns to my mouth and he sucks mine down again.
Like that, we’re off to the races.
This is unlike anything I ever dreamed of. Every fantasy I ever had, every dirty, greedy wish come true, times ten. I can wrap my arms around Elliot now, holding him, massaging his ass and raking my nails across his flesh the way I know he loves.
We’re moving as one now, and they’re both in control of me, with Leo setting the pace. I quickly spin down again into bliss as Leo starts pounding me, and I think I’ve forgotten how to speak English, much less any of the phrases I know in other languages, thanks to Leo’s tutelage.
This orgasm hits me harder, slamming into me faster than I expected. Elliot drives his cock down my throat while Leo fucks me, and then a moment later, we’re all sitting there breathing heavily.
Elliot sort of flops off me, then turns around so he can kiss me.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” Leo mutters. He leans in and kisses me, too. “Bathtime.”
I was right—the three of us do fit in the tub. It’s a little snug, but the best snuggling is performed close up.
Leo takes the middle. “Baby, I never thought I’d ever get to hold you again like this.”
On his other side, Elliot snorts. “I, for one, welcome my new overlord’s presence.”
“Please tell me you’re staying all night, Sir,” I ask, already drifting dangerously close to sleep.
Leo kisses me. “Just try getting me out of here before morning, baby.”
I do drift off for a moment. Then Leo’s helping me out of the tub, drying me off, and carrying me back to bed. He climbs in the middle, wraps his arms around me…and that’s pretty much the last thing I remember that night.
