Cole pulls off with a wet sound and starts stroking me with a firm grip. “Tell me,” I say, trying and failing to sound like I’m not on the brink of orgasm. “How does it feel? Having another man’s cock in your mouth?”
“It’s fucking heaven,” he moans, looking up at me adoringly as he strokes me. “You feel so good in my mouth, and I just want more. I want to fucking choke on you, Luca.”
Anabel moans, her fingers tightening around my thigh. “God, yes,” she moans.
Cole’s mouth is back on me, his tongue licking all around my swollen head. Anabel leans in, her lips brushing his as they kiss each other around the head of my cock. Their tongues tangle, their mouths moving together as they include my cock in their sloppy kiss. It’s messy, filthy, perfect—their lips sliding over my skin, their tongues licking me, their hands stroking.
“Fuck,” I grit out, my hips bucking involuntarily. “Kissing around my cock like you can’t get enough of me or each other. So fucking hot.”
Anabel pulls back and watches as Cole takes me back into his throat, her hand sliding between her thighs again. “You lookso good together,” she breathes. “Cole’s mouth stretched around you. His lips swollen. His eyes watering. Fuck, Luca—he’s taking you so deep.”
Cole moans around my cock, and I feel my balls tighten. Anabel dips her head lower, her tongue dragging over the sensitive skin of my sac, her lips wrapping around one ball, then the other, sucking gently. I’m engulfed in the glory of their mouths, and I’ll never be the same after this.
“Fuck—Anabel—” I groan, fucking Cole’s throat. “Just like that. Such a good girl. Licking my balls while your boyfriend sucks my cock. Fuck, you’re both going to kill me.”
Cole takes me even deeper, so deep that his nose is pressed to my stomach, so deep that he’s gagging and drooling around me. He looks up at me at the same time that Anabel does, and it’s that sight that sends me hurtling over the edge. I’m going to come. I can’t hold back. It’s too good. It’s all too fucking good.
I pull out of Cole’s mouth, and the head of my cock is swollen and dark, veins pulsing with every beat of my heart.
“Open for me,” I growl, my voice sounding as though I’ve swallowed sandpaper. “Both of you. Tongues out.”
Anabel obeys instantly, her lips parting, her tongue pressing flat against her bottom lip. Cole does the same, his face right next to Anabel’s, his chest heaving. His cock is so hard that it’s standing straight out from his body. Their mouths are wet, glistening, waiting.
I stroke myself with a punishing grip, dragging my thumb over the sensitive underside. “My sweet little treasures, waiting for my cum.”
I don’t make them wait long. It only takes two good strokes before my balls pull up, my spine arches, and then I’m coming, hard. Thick ropes of cum erupt from my cock, spurting onto their tongues, their lips, their chins. Anabel gasps, her eyeswidening as the first hot splash hits her tongue. Cole moans as I fill his mouth with cum, his throat working as he swallows.
“Fuck!” I groan, every muscle in my body taut as my cock pulses in my fist. “Take it. Take all of it.” I spurt again and again, coming on their extended tongues, on their lips, on their cheeks. Sparks flare in the air, my magic humming through my veins. I haven’t felt this powerful in centuries.
The moment I wring the last drop of cum out of my dick, they’re on each other, kissing messily, sharing my cum between them like it’s the sweetest thing they’ve ever tasted. Anabel moans into the kiss, her fingers spearing into Cole’s hair, pulling him closer. Cole’s hands grip her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he deepens the kiss, the wet slide of his tongue making her moan and writhe.
I watch, breathless, my cock still twitching in my hand. They’re filthy. They’re perfect. Like debauched little angels. My cum glistens on their faces, smeared across their lips. Anabel licks a drop from the corner of Cole’s mouth, and he groans, his cock jumping.
“So good for me,” I rasp, my voice wrecked. “So sweet. So fucking dirty. My cum all over your faces., sharing it like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”
Cole pulls back from Anabel just enough to look up at me. “It is,” he growls, his voice rough.
Anabel whimpers, her fingers tightening in his hair. “It’s so good,” she breathes. “So fucking good. Tastes like cinnamon and sex.” She leans forward and licks a drop off Cole’s cheek, making him exhale a shuddery breath.
I stroke my cock, already hardening again. “Clean me off,” I order, but yet again, it sounds more like a plea. “Both of you. Lick me clean.”
Anabel moves first, taking the head of my cock into her mouth and lapping up the last drops of cum. Cole follows, histongue dragging over the sensitive underside, all the way down to my balls. They take turns, their mouths moving over me, licking every inch of my cock until I’m clean and fully hard again.
Then they’re back on each other, kissing messily, sharing the taste of me between them. Anabel moans into the kiss, her hands sliding down Cole’s chest. She curls a hand around his cock and strokes him slowly, and I lean back on my elbows, enjoying the sight of the two of them together. Cole wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer, hips moving as he fucks her hand.
I haul them both onto the bed with me, my hands at their waists, pulling them close. Anabel lands half on top of me, her soft curves pressing against my chest as she lets out a delicious little giggle. Cole tumbles beside us, his lean body flush against mine, his thigh sliding between my legs. I don’t give either of them a chance to catch their breath before I’m kissing them—Anabel first, claiming her mouth, my tongue sliding against hers and tasting the remnants of my cum. She moans into the kiss, her body arching closer.
Then I turn to Cole, my hand cupping the back of his neck, pulling him in. He groans the second my mouth makes contact with his, and I can feel his cock, hard and leaking, against my thigh. I break the kiss just long enough to pull Anabel back in, and then all three of us are tangled together, mouths moving, tongues sliding in a messy, desperate kiss.
The air seems to shimmer around us, wisps of magic weaving around us, and for one foolish second, I let myself hope that this could be more than just one night. I let myself dream that I could keep them. Learn every single thing about them. Cherish them as they so deserve.
Anabel’s hand slides between us, her fingers wrapping around Cole’s cock and stroking him. Cole’s mouth finds my neck, his teeth scraping over my skin as he moans. I groan, my hips bucking up, my cock pressing against Anabel. I pull backenough to look each of them in the eye. “You want to fuck each other?” They both moan and nod, Anabel’s hand moving faster on Cole’s cock. “Good. Let’s get you nice and ready.”
I push them both down onto the bed, Anabel on her back, Cole beside her, their legs tangled together. I kneel between them, my hands sliding up their thighs, spreading them wider. Anabel’s pussy is glistening, her lips swollen and pink, her clit peeking out from its hood. Cole’s cock is flushed dark, the head slick with pre-cum, his balls drawn up tight against his body. I can smell them both—Anabel’s sweet arousal, Cole’s musky scent, combined with the cinnamon and spice of my own magic lingering in the air. It’s intoxicating.
I drag my thumb up Anabel’s slit, gathering her wetness, then bring it to my mouth, sucking it clean. She whimpers, biting her lip as she watches me. I do the same to Cole, my thumb pressing against the slit of his cock, gathering the pre-cum beading there. My eyes lock onto his as I taste him for the first time. “Mmm. You’re delicious, amore.”
I lean down, my mouth hovering over Anabel’s pussy. The scent of her makes my mouth water. “Let’s get you ready for Cole’s cock,” I say. Then I’m on her, my mouth closing over her delicious little pussy as I drag my tongue up her slit. She lets out a loud moan, her hips writhing, her thighs trembling. I groan against her, the taste of her flooding my senses, sweet and musky and perfect. She’s slick and creamy. Heaven on my tongue.
