The hot, velvety wet heat of Colton’s mouth was too much. He sucked hard, then lightly, painfully and teasingly alternating the motions until I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t cum soon. I was so agonizingly turned on that my head spun. I felt Colton’s own body shaking in a rhythmic way, and I knew he must have been obeying my order to jack himself off. Knowing he was pleasuring himself as he swallowed my dick sent another ripple of arousal through me.
“Fuck, fuck,” I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t do this, I can’t--”
I gasped and clutched Ramsay’s hand as the orgasm crept up on me like a powerful wave. It was coming fast and not about to slow down. It hit me hard, knocking the air out of my lungs, and I couldn’t even cry out as the pleasure electrified my body. It was hard, too hard--my body trembled and shook and I almost thought I’d cry from the intense pleasure.
Colton swallowed me down. When I came back down from my high, I saw stars.
I moaned. “Fuck.”
“Nice going, Colt, you killed him,” Ramsay teased.
“Sorry,” Colton said.
I struggled to lift my head. “Did you cum, Colton?”
He smiled, and I saw the twinkle in his eyes as he nodded. “Yeah.”
“Good.” I collapsed back down on the pillow. “That means I can pass out in peace. Come up here, both of you.”
Colton shuffled to curl up beside me, while Ramsay laid on the opposite side. All three of us were spent and sweaty, but buzzed with satisfaction. We mumbled goodnights to each other as we fell asleep in a safe, warm pile.
But as I drifted off, part of me thought this would’ve been even nicer if Eric wasn’t alone downstairs.
