Aimee’s hand slid around to cup Troy’s balls, massaging them while her tongue traced patterns along the base of his shaft where my lips couldn’t reach. As I started to move, bobbing my head up and down along his length, our lips and tongues occasionally met in fleeting, heated touches that sent warmth flooding through me.
“Fuck, you look so good together.” Troy’s free hand reached down to stroke Aimee’s cheek. “My gorgeous boy, taking my cock so well.”
His boy. I moaned around his length; the vibration making Troy’s hips jerk upward, pushing his cock deeper into my throat, making me gag a little.
His grip on my hair gentled. “Sorry, baby. Too much?”
I pulled back, catching my breath. “No.” My voice was raspy. “It’s good. I want it. Fill me up.”
His thumb traced my swollen lower lip. “You want what?”
“Your cock,” I admitted, feeling my face heat with the confession. “I want to make you feel good. I want to be full of you.”
“Such a sweet boy.” He guided me back down. “Show me how much you want it.”
I took him deeper this time, emboldened by his words. Aimee kissed her way up his chest, sucking on his nipples, her nimble fingers still working his balls, occasionally dipping lower to tease his perineum in a way that made Troy’s entire body tense with pleasure.
We fell into a rhythm—my mouth taking as much of him as I could manage, Aimee working what I couldn’t reach with her hand. I became obsessed with drawing those deep, rumbling groans from his chest. When I pulled back to catch my breath, she gave me a wicked grin and took him into her mouth, holding the base of his cock as she met my eyes and sucked him with a sensual ease that drove me wild. But I needed him back, and once I’d caught my breath, I asked for him.
“I’m sorry I’m greedy,” I whispered.
She giggled, pulling off his cock and swiping her tongue across the tip. “Be as greedy as you want, sweetheart. I had him insideme less than an hour ago. You haven’t had a chance with him yet today.” “I’ve never had him like this.”
She moaned, watching as I wrapped my lips back around him, sucking like his cum might save my life.
Troy watched us, eyes heavy-lidded. “Look at you. Who knew Rhett was such an eager little slut?”
I quivered at his words, my cock rock hard and neglected as I did my best to show him he was correct in that assessment.
His hand moved to the back of my neck, applying pressure, guiding me to take him deeper than before. I relaxed my throat, surprised at how naturally it came to me, how right it felt to surrender to his control. My cock ached, untouched, a thin line of pre-cum trailing down the shaft as I focused entirely on Troy’s pleasure.
Her lips grazed my ear. “He’s close. I can tell by the way he’s breathing. Make him come, Rhett.”
Her words spurred me on, and I redoubled my efforts, taking Troy as deep as I could while using my tongue to massage the sensitive spot just under the head that I’d discovered made him shudder. His fingers tightened in my hair, his breathing growing ragged as his hips began making small, involuntary thrusts.
“Fuck, Rhett.” He gasped, his voice strained. “I’m gonna—you should—”
I knew what he was trying to say—that I could pull off, that I didn’t have to swallow—but I had no intention of stopping. I wanted all of him, wanted to taste him, to feel him lose control because of me. Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked harder, letting Aimee work his balls and the base of his shaft.
Troy’s orgasm hit with startling intensity. His body went rigid, a hoarse cry tearing from his throat as his cock pulsed against my tongue. The first splash of cum hit the back of my throat—hot, salty, and a little bitter. I swallowed, greedy for it, not wanting to waste a single drop. The taste of him was addictive, and I knew it would be something I’d crave for the rest of my life. When the pulses finally subsided, I pulled back, giving the head one last slow worshipful suck that made Troy’s entire body twitch.
Troy collapsed back against the couch, chest heaving. “Holy fuck. That was—fuck.”
I turned to Aimee, finding her watching me with dark, hungry eyes. I wrapped a hand into her hair, then pulled her lips to mine and kissed her.
She moaned into my mouth, her tongue sliding against mine, chasing the flavor of him on my tongue.
“Thanks for helping me suck him,” I whispered against her lips. When we broke apart, Troy was watching us.
His voice was rough as he beckoned us both up onto the couch. “Come here.” We settled on either side of him, our bodies pressed close in a tangle of limbs, all pretense of donut-eatingforgotten. His fingers wrapped around my cock, and his eyes widened. “Sucking me made you so damn wet, didn’t it, little slut?” he asked as I rutted into his palm, lubricated by my pre-cum.
“Was it good?” I asked, a note of vulnerability slipping into my voice. “Did I—was I okay?”
Troy laughed, the sound warm and affectionate as he pulled me in for a kiss. “More than okay. Perfect. You have a talent.” He turned my head to Aimee, who kissed me with equal intensity. And Troy watched, stroking my cock as I lost myself in the sensation of her breasts against my chest, and his hand around me, fucking his fist to a quick, intense orgasm. He lifted his hand with a smirk, and licked a long stripe through the mess I’d made of his palm with a wink.
“Better cream than any donut.” He fed some to Aimee, and she met my eyes as she licked his hand clean, a scene filthy enough to make my cock twitch. “See?” “As if something could be better than donuts!” I reached for my maple bacon again, taking a generous bite, then offering one to Aimee, who giggled and took a bite of her own.
“I don’t know. Cock or donut? Which one is essential?” she asked.
