Jerry was still frustratingly clothed, but when I reached for his belt to help with it, he caught my wrist lightly. “Did I say you could touch?” I shook my head quickly, unsure how to react to his brusque voice, but then his gaze softened, realizing his mistake. He clarified, “If either of you lay a finger on me right now, I won’t last anywhere near long enough to see you both satisfied. Give me a few minutes to enjoy torturing myself first.” Ever the caregiver, setting aside his own pleasure in favor of attending to ours.
So dressed in khakis and a tight Henley, he dropped to his knees in front of us. He knelt there, taking in our dual erections for a moment, head bowed in reverence. Then he slowly reached up and took each of us in hand, and I had to bite back the groan that built in my throat. Gods, just the barest touch of fingers and I was already loading the chamber, ready to burst.
He leaned in and brushed his nose along Lazlo’s shaft, then mine, breathing us in. He looked like a man starving in front of a buffet, and he didn’t know where to start. He leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside of Lazlo’s cock, and the sounds from them both made slick drip down my thighs. I would’ve died happy just watching them, but he turned to me next, and before I could string two thoughts together, he rolled the foreskin back and engulfed my entire cock in his mouth, right to the base. My eyes rolled back, a strangled moan dragged out of me, and my knees threatened to give out.
But of course, Lazlo was there, an arm around my waist as he caught my jaw and angled my face up. “That’s it, baby. Let it all out. I want to hear how good he makes you feel.” And then he kissed me, hard and deep, as though looking for the source of all my pleasure.
The thing of it was, my entire body thrummed with pleasure, to the point I couldn’t focus on any one thing. The slow deliberate drag of Jerry’s tongue, the careful scrape of his teeth. Watching my dick disappear down his throat, his lips wet and swollen, cheeks hollowed, suction driving up the intensity. Lazlo’s hands, one thumbing my nipple, the other slipping lower behind me, fingers gliding through slick in search of my quivering entrance.
To want both of them might’ve been the greediest thing I’d ever felt, but at this exact moment, I decided it was the best damn decision I’d ever made, and nothing and no one would ever change my mind.
19
Lazlo
Jerry’sfistwastightas it worked slowly up and down my length, occasionally dragging his thumb over the slit and dragging the precum down the shaft. It was both too much and not enough at the same time. Jerry might’ve told us not to touch him, but I could tell by the way he was canting his hips, he was getting plenty of pleasure while on his knees for us. He moaned around August’s uncut cock, a slurping sound rounding out the symphony.
We were playing a dangerous game, driving each other toward the edge, and I was absolutely doing my part in the unraveling.
August was quivering beside me as I worked a finger slowly into his ass, whimpering into my mouth as I coaxed the tight ring of muscle to relax. Jerry wasn’t small, and I wanted to make sure he would be good and loose. The first time having sex after birth could be painful, so I paid close attention to his body language, trying to focus, all while being dragged into a haze oflust and pleasure myself. The way he grappled at me, though, could only be interpreted as need.
He was so damntight, his greedy hole nearly sucking my finger inside. I tried to take my time, I really did, but he was panting, begging us for more. “Please, please, please,” he chanted. One finger became two, as I stroked the inside of his channel, warm and smooth, tight and slick. As I added a third finger, August’s breathing sped up, and he clung to me for dear life.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered against his flesh. “Give it to Jerry, he needs it.” Jerry, to confirm, picked up the pace, not just with his mouth but with his hand, and I gasped.
August chased his climax, alternating between fucking into Jerry’s mouth, then back onto my fingers, and he whined, relief frustratingly out of reach. I licked the hollow of his throat, his pulse racing under my tongue, and when I crooked my fingers inside him, pressing against his prostate, he cried out. His ass clamped around my fingers with his release, and Jerry growled, drinking him down.
I caught August as he swayed on his feet, then pulled my fingers from his ass with a rush of slick. “Easy does it,” I murmured, lowering him to the bed. His eyes were heavy-lidded, sated… for now.
“Now it’s your turn,” Jerry said, grinning up at me, gaze full of heat. He gripped my hips hard, fingers digging into my flesh as he sheathed me straight into his mouth.
“Fuck!” I barked, looking for something to hold on to. It was no wonder August had been weak in the knees. This man’s mouth was fucking magic. I wanted more, faster, but he remained frustratingly tender. “I wish your hair was longer so I could pull it.”
His laughter sent a vibration through my dick, my balls tightening at the sensation. He popped off to say, “As a bouncer at a club, that is exactly why I keep it short.”
August had rolled onto his side, watching with rapt attention. “You could always pullmyhair,” he purred as he stroked himself, already hard again. I wasn’t sure I would have that kind of rebound, so I ran my hand over Jerry’s buzzed hair. “I don’t think our omega got enough of us.”
When Jerry got to his feet, I dragged him down for a kiss, August’s flavor still lingering on his tongue. Gods, these men would be the death of me.
“Clothes off,” I demanded, and this time, he complied. I sat on the bed beside August, enjoying the show, anticipation an electric current through my veins. He radiated such strength and power. The way I saw it, Jerry was the conductor, August and I his willing puppets.
He took his sweet time, relishing the tease. His shirt was peeled slowly up, exposing his colorful torso, and my fingers itched to trace the patterns. His pants eased down over his hips to pool on the floor, leaving him in nothing but his jockeys. Tucking his thumbs into the elastic waist, he hesitated there long enough to make August whine, before he finally pulled them down, his cock springing back up to slap against his stomach. My mouth watered at the sight.
Now divested of clothes, Jerry knelt on the bed and ran his fingers through August’s disheveled curls. “On your knees, baby. Show us your perfect hole.”
August rushed to listen, scrambling around until he was on all fours, legs spread, puckered hole glistening in the lamplight. Jerry groaned, dragging the flat of his thumb over the rim. “I’m in heaven.”
“Fucking perfect,” I purred in agreement.
I lay down on the bed and shuffled until I was lying beneath August’s spread legs. Tilting up, I sucked his cock into my mouth, and August dropped his elbows to the mattress with a gasp. “Oh gods, Lazlo.” Slick dripped over his balls and down his shaft into my waiting mouth. The flavor combination of his musky slick and salty precum was better than anything I’d ever tasted.
I heard Jerry open the bedside drawer, and I knew he was grabbing a condom. He didn’t need to be asked, it was common courtesy. We hadn’t talked about having more kids yet, and after the stunt August’s ex pulled, there was never a chance we would skip this step.
Jerry straddled my chest and got into position, and I sucked August’s balls into my mouth one at a time, then Jerry’s as he lined himself up at his hole. My cock was leaking, and as tempted as I was to stroke myself, I had better things to do with my hands.
I had a front-row seat to the penetration, the way August’s rim stretched around Jerry’s significant girth, and I wasn’t sure if it was me trembling or Auggie’s thighs against my shoulders. Jerry oh so slowly eased himself in, letting August adjust one inch at a time, and I licked and massaged him everywhere I could reach, keeping him as relaxed as possible.
“Can you take a little more?” Jer asked, the final inch disappearing inside August’s hole. “There you go. Such a good boy, taking all of me. It’s like you were made for us.” He paused, both of them panting heavily. “Are you still okay?” he asked, voice strained.
