“Sweetheart, you love him. And he’s very, very good at this, isn’t he?”
“Yes. Fuck yes,” Eli groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. I swirled my tongue, desperate for his cum, desperate to prove to him that I was exactly what he needed.
Eli’s rhythm faltered. “Fuck, I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained. “Going to fill that pretty mouth. Going to mark you from the inside out. You’re going to swallow every fucking drop, aren’t you, Luke?”
I hummed in agreement, increasing my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and working my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I wanted his release, needed it, craved the proof that this was real and not another fevered dream that would leave me aching and alone in the cold light of morning.
“Fuck, Luke,” Eli groaned, his body tensing. “Fuck, I’m coming—”
The first pulse hit the back of my throat, hot and thick, his taste intensifying as he emptied himself into me. I swallowed greedily, my throat working to take everything he had to give, my tongue lapping at his slit to catch every drop. He continued to thrust shallowly through his orgasm, cursing and praising me in the same breath, his fingers gentling in my hair as the last tremors subsided.
When he pulled back, his cock slipped from my lips with an obscene pop. I looked up at him, still on my knees, still hungry for more. His chest heaved with exertion, his eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction as he gazed down at me.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my swollen bottom lip, collecting a stray drop of cum. He pressed it back into my mouth, and I sucked it clean. “Such a good boy for me.”
The praise sent a warm glow through my chest, mixing with the arousal still thrumming through my veins. I’d never felt so owned, so possessed, and yet so perfectly right where I belonged.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “I needed that.”
His smile was slow, satisfied, like a predator well-fed but still hungry for more. “Oh, we’re just getting started, pretty boy. And Mioko really fucking needs to come.”
Chapter 11
Eli
Mioko and I helpedLuke to his feet, and he gave me a shaky smile as Mioko rubbed his back. I was fucking obsessed with this beautifully wrecked creature in front of me, his lips all swollen from taking my cock. His eyes were glazed with the haziness of subspace—pupils blown wide.
The possessiveness that surged through me was primal and feral, something I’d never felt before, never allowed myself to feel, even in BDSM spaces. He was mine, pure and simple, and the fact that I knew he wanted that too made the feeling intense.
I cupped his face, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, feeling the heat of his skin. He leaned into my touch like a cat, eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before opening again, staring at me with a devoted intensity.
Mioko, meanwhile, looked hungry, like she really needed to be fucked, and I cupped her chin, leaned down, and kissed her again, still holding onto him like a lifeline. “Do you want this?” I asked. Kissing her while Luke sucked my cock had been hot as fuck.
She laughed. “Yes, Eli, I want the two hottest guys I know to fuck me.”
“Then you’re wearing way too many clothes.”
Sheshook her head. “Don’t flirt with me. Check in with your sub. You just throat-fucked him. He probably needs a moment.”
I frowned and looked back at him, hand tightening around his jaw. He grinned and wrapped his arms around my waist, cuddling in close, his hard cock bumping my hip. I guided him to look at me, to meet my eyes, stroking my thumb over his lower lip.
“I’m fine. Better than fine,” he said.
“Good. And do you know who you belong to?”
“I’m yours,” he whispered against my thumb. “You own me, body and soul. But you know that.”
I crushed my mouth against his, devouring him, tasting myself on his tongue. The kiss was brutal and possessive, my teeth nipping at his bottom lip. Luke melted into it, his body pressing against mine, hands clutching my sides like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go.
I lifted my head and reached for Mioko’s hand, meeting her eyes as I guided her to touch him with me. Together, our hands slid down his chest, fingers tracing over each defined muscle, savoring the way he shivered. When we came to his boxer briefs, we paused, then let our hands separate, gliding down either side of his erection. His cock was rock hard, the head leaving a wet spot where pre-cum had soaked through.
“Look how wet you are for us,” I murmured, watching Mioko’s small hand trace the curve of his balls. “Did you like sucking my cock?”
Luke whimpered, his hips pushing into our touch. “Yes,” he said. “I almost came just from having you in my mouth.”
I squeezed him through his boxers, feeling his impressive length and thickness. I’d thought I was straight, convinced myself my feelings for Luke were just friendship, just brotherly love. But there was nothing brotherly about the hunger I felt now. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting him, and I desperately wanted to feel what it was like to be inside him.
I met Mioko’s eyes as we continued to stroke him, realizing she wasn’t like him, wasn’t submissive. She was bold and playful, and possibly just as dominant as me.
