33
HAYDEN
The minute the hotel suite door closed behind us, Declan dropped to his knees. I barely had time to register what was happening before he swallowed my dick. I don’t know how he did it, but I was in his throat by the time I registered what he was doing.
I lost myself in sensations, my hands cupping his face while I leaned back against the door, my head knocking against the metal door. I widened my stance, lowering my groin so he could rest on his heels and take some pressure off his knees.
Slurpy, sloppy, wet sounds echoed off the marble foyer of the suite. Needing to watch him worship me, I looked down, my eyes meeting his. Tears clung to his bottom lashes before joining the ones I missed seeing on his cheeks.
“You’re fucking beautiful, mi amor. So fucking beautiful.”
He hummed. One hand falling to his crotch, opening his fly. His cock popped free, and he grasped it jerking it slowly. The other slide under my shirt, dancing across my abs. I loved how he touched me.
My nuts drew up against my body, the orgasm brought to life building in my spine grew heavier and needier.
Then our phones rang, and I smirked. Declan pulled his from his pocket and handed it to me. I slide my thumb across the screen.
“Hello, my gorgeous girl,” I said when Marcie’s face filled the screen.
Declan moaned, the noise echoing loudly.
“What’s that noise, and why do you have Daddy’s phone?”
With her saying Daddy out loud without glancing around, I knew she was alone, so I flipped the camera around.
“Oh my goodness. Wow. Umm… Y’all need a rule that I get conferenced in when that’s happening because that’s hot.”
I chuckled in agreement. “Wanna watch me fuck his face, colibrí?”
“Yes, please, Papi! I want that very much.”
Fisting my hand in his hair, I held the phone and fucked his face. Declan’s blue-green eyes glistened with tears through the screen, but I couldn’t focus. The back of his throat closed around me with every thrust. The gagging and choking worked the head of my cock, pulsing and sucking. He took the phone from me and held it up so Marcie could see while I used both hands to anchor his head and fuck his throat.
He was a beautiful, exquisite fucking mess. Tears, snot, and drool dripped from his face, falling to pool on the floor with the precum leaking from his dick.
“Fucking hell, cariño, you suck my cock so good.”
“I wish I could suck your dick, Papi. I wanna taste it while Declan buries his face between my legs.”
“Oh fuck, baby girl. Yes, Papi wants that too. Tell me what else you want.”
“I want you inside me. I want your cock and Daddy’s at the same time. I want one of you behind me and the other in front of me.”
“Goddammit!” The word growled out of me, turning to a scream. Ropes of come pulsed out of me, flooding Declan’s mouth.
Marcie’s pleas for permission to come filtered through the haze of my orgasm.
“Yes, pequeña, scream for us. Show us what we’re missing.”
Before the words left my mouth, her cries filled the air. Declan released my dick, his forehead resting against my hip. His hand flew over his dick. The thick length was shiny with precum bubbling from the tip. I threaded my fingers through his hair, tilting his face up so I could watch the pleasure take hold of him.
“You’ll be the prettiest little spit roast there ever was. I can’t wait to have you both under me and her under you, vato. Using you to fuck her.”
“Oh, God, Papi. Please,” he begged, his voice turning to a sob.
I squatted before him, taking the phone from him and setting it on the ground between us, hopefully, out of the splash zone. Gripping his throat, I growled, “Now, hermoso. Come, now.”
A choked sound ripped from his throat, and a cross between a sob and a scream filled the air. Cum splashed my legs and boots and the floor between us. I kissed him, taking his mouth in a soft, slow, loving kiss.
