Before Dylan could answer, August let out a happy laugh. He rose up, Dylan still attached to his knot and coming along for the ride, and sank down so that he was sitting on his haunches.
The position had Dylan sitting on August’s lap, on his knot, on the floor between Ryker’s legs.
He stared at Ryker’s bulge, his mouth watering.
August reached around him, reaching for the waistband of Ryker’s jeans, pushing him forward in the process and forcing him to rest his hands on Ryker’s thighs. The muscular limbs twitched in response to Dylan’s touch, and Dylan marveled at the sheer power contained in Ryker’s tree-trunk thighs. He moved his hands up and down, caressing them through the tight denim while August worked on unbuttoning Ryker’s fly.
“Do you want it?” August asked, rubbing the thick line of Ryker’s cock through his jeans after he’d gotten his fly open.
“Yes, please,” Dylan said, lowering his chin down so that his face was squarely between Ryker’s thighs. He pushed forward, nuzzling into the mound of his cock.
“You can have it as much as you want,” Ryker promised, reaching down and pulling his cock free.
Dylan stared at it and felt his mouth water. Veiny, big and gorgeous, Ryker had the kind of cock that was made for sucking.
August grabbed the thick shaft by the base and aimed it at Dylan’s mouth.
“Suck it,” he said, looming behind Dylan and guiding him down toward Ryker’s cock with a firm hand on the back of his head. Dylan opened his mouth wide, resisting the pressure on the back of his head once he’d let the bulbous head slide over his tongue.
He wanted to enjoy Ryker’s cockhead for a while, before he tried deepthroating it. He wanted to slide his tongue along the crown under his foreskin and probe at his slit while it filled his mouth with slick pre-come.
His enthusiastic sucking made August pause, both alphas content to let him enjoy himself before they got rough. And Dylan was sure they would get rough. Knowing his alphas, they’d be holding him down and skull-fucking him in no time.
That would be fun, too.
“Fuck,” Ryker growled, hand moving to Dylan’s head and curling in his hair. He tightened his fist, pulling on Dylan’s scalp and getting a good grip. “Fuck, that feels good. Slide your tongue around, just like that. Get under there.”
Dylan grinned around the cock filling his mouth, swirling his tongue under Ryker’s foreskin and pushing it down with his tongue to explore the head of his cock.
Without any warning, Ryker pushed him down. Dylan gagged, Ryker’s cock stalled at the entrance to his throat, but that only made Ryker adjust his hips and push him down harder.
Dylan surrendered, letting his jaw go lax and focusing on breathing when he could as Ryker started pushing into his esophagus. He choked and drooled, Ryker moving him up and down on his cock like he was jerking off with a pocket pussy.
“Take a deep breath,” Ryker warned, pulling Dylan up until just the head of his cock filled his mouth. Dylan obeyed, gasping for breath and filling his lungs in preparation for Ryker’s cock to deepthroat him.
Ryker pushed him down, forcing him to take every inch of his massive cock, and then held him there.
Dylan blinked, staring at Ryker’s lower stomach. His t-shirt had ridden up, exposing his rippling abs.
They were shiny, glistening with sweat, and if he hadn’t been stuffed to the gills full of cock, Dylan would have licked them.
His nose buried in Ryker’s pubic hair, the scent of sweat and alpha musk filling his nose, Dylan jerked in surprise when August reached up and wrapped his hand over his throat.
At first Dylan thought he was just going to hold him there, but then August squeezed.
“You asshole,” Ryker laughed, pushing Dylan down and grinding him into his crotch. Dylan was choking wildly, August jerking Ryker off through his throat, but the choking only made Ryker grunt and let out a moan of pleasure.
Dylan didn’t know how long he stayed like that, August’s knot filling his hole and Ryker abusing his throat, but one minute he was blacking out and feeling like he was floating as Ryker pushed him down on his growing knot, and the next he was sitting on Ryker’s lap, come leaking out of his fluttering hole and his jaw aching something fierce.
“You with us?” Ryker asked, stroking his back.
Dylan clenched his hole, trying to stop August’s come from leaking out of him.
There was come all over his face and coating the inside of his mouth, and Dylan realized he’d missed Ryker’s orgasm.
It almost made him want to cry. He’d wanted to see Ryker come. There were few things as wondrous as watching Ryker or August shooting their massive loads, and the way the powerful spurts felt when they hit his face was unparalleled.
He couldn’t believe he’d missed it.
