I sank down, the urge to obey him stronger than I would have imagined. The hardwood floor was unyielding beneath my knees, but the discomfort barely registered through the haze of arousal clouding my mind. I looked up at him, waiting for instruction, permission, or anything he was willing to give me.
“Do you want to help him, Mioko?”
“What?” she gasped, her voice raw.
“I won’t do anything without your consent. You can help him or go to the bedroom so you don’t have to watch me wreck him.”
Everything was quiet for a moment, then I heard her footsteps on the floorboards and felt her heat behind me.
“Hold his hair and position him where I need him.”
She complied, and she was firmer than I would have imagined her to be. Her small hands threaded through my hair and held me at the right angle, chin tilted upwards to receive his cock like she was offering me to him.
Eli slowly unbuttoned his jeans, eyes locked on mine as he freed himself. His cock sprang out, thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered at the sight. He was beautiful, bigger than I’d imagined, with prominent veins and a deep, dusky pink head.
I licked my lips, mouth watering, knowing they both saw.
“This is what you’ve been craving, isn’t it? My cock down your throat?”
“Yes. I need it,” I begged, not caring how desperate I sounded. “Need you inside me.”
He gripped my chin, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip until my mouth opened. Mioko’s fingers tightened in my hair, holding me still.
“You’re going to take every inch,” he said, guiding the head of his cock to my lips. “Like a good boy.”
I opened willingly, eagerly, my tongue darting out to taste him. The first contact sent a jolt through my entire body—salt and musk. It was Eli’s taste. Something I’d craved since I found out that sucking cock was a thing. A flavor I knew I’d never get enough of. He groaned as I wrapped my lips around him, sliding forward slowly, testing how much I could take.
“Baby, your mouth,” Eli hissed, his free hand tangling in my hair, fingers wrapping around Mioko’s hand. “You’re so fucking hot. So fucking perfect. Do you like how he looks sucking my cock, Mioko?”
I hollowed my cheeks, creating suction as I took more of him into my mouth. His taste filled my senses, his scent surrounding and overwhelming me. I’d done this before, but this was different. This was Eli. My Eli.
“You like that, Mioko?” Eli thrust shallowly into my mouth. “Watching Luke Merrick on his knees, sucking my cock like he was born for it? I bet you’ve thought about this. Bet you’ve touched yourself imagining us together.”
I heard her soft whimper of agreement and felt her fingers tighten in my hair.
“Tell me,” Eli demanded. “How many times have you gotten yourself off thinking about us?”
“I don’t know. Too many to count,” Mioko whispered.
Eli’s laugh was dark, triumphant. “Sexy little pervert. I like that. Is it everything you hoped? Seeing the golden boy of Maple Crossing choking on my dick?”
Her soft moan seemed to inflame Eli, and he began to thrust in earnest, pushing deeper with each stroke. I relaxed my throat, letting him in, taking him as deep as I could. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the strain, but I didn’t want him to stop—would have begged him not to if my mouth hadn’t been so gloriously full.
“Look at him,” Eli said to Mioko, his voice tight with pleasure. “Taking it so well. Such a perfect cocksucker.”
I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse as I worked him as best I could.
“That’s it, take it deeper,” Eli urged, his hips moving faster now. “Take what’s yours. What’s always been yours.”
I gripped his thighs for balance, feeling the powerful muscles flex beneath my fingers as he fucked my face. Drool escaped the corners of my mouth, running down my chin in a mess I didn’t care about. All that mattered was Eli—his taste, his smell, and the sounds of pleasure he made as he used my mouth.
Mioko’s hands left my hair, and their bodies pressed together above me, I could hear them kissing.
“Help me get off to him,” Eli whispered, and she whimpered, her hand sliding below my chin to cup his balls.
“You can get off to him without my help,” she replied. “Is that what you’re afraid of? That you’re too straight to come down Luke’s throat like he needs?”
Eli didn’t answer, just thrust deeper.
