“Morning,” Dylan mumbled, his mouth full.
August laughed, a happy sound. He fisted his hand in Dylan’s hair and pushed him down on his cock, making Dylan choke.
“This is nice,” he said, sounding sleepy.
“Mh-what?” Ryker mumbled, waking up. He reached down and palmed his hard cock, pushing it into the back of Dylan’s head.
With his alphas awake, Dylan lost all control of the situation. August rolled him onto his back, moving with him and fucking into his throat and making him choke on his thick length. He pumped his cock in and out of Dylan’s throat with sleepy movements, taking his time and enjoying the wet heat of Dylan’s throat.
When he came, Ryker immediately grabbed Dylan by his hair and pushed him down on his cock, forcing him to take the whole length in one go and skull-fucking him right from the start.
Dylan was having fun – he liked the way it felt when Ryker held him down on his shaft and made the edges of his vision go black – but there was something missing.
When Ryker finally came, he pushed the covers aside and hoisted Dylan up so that he was seated with his back against the headboard. “That was a fun way to wake up,” he said, sliding down and rubbing his chin on Dylan’s inner thigh. He licked at his balls before taking Dylan’s cock into his mouth.
Dylan forgot all about his missingsomething, the feeling of Ryker’s tongue probing his slit driving all thoughts from his mind and leaving him floating on a cloud of bliss. He came, coating Ryker’s tongue and filling his mouth with spurts of come that felt like his whole body was flush with pleasure.
Before he could thank Ryker for the orgasm, the alpha leaned up and kissed him on the mouth, feeding him his load back to him.
Dylan moaned into the kiss, letting Ryker suck on his tongue and push into his mouth and lick over his teeth.
“You should wake us up like that every morning.”
Dylan grinned, lifting his hand and carding his fingers through Ryker’s hair.
“I don’t know if my throat could handle that.”
August sat up next to him, pulling him under his arm. He nuzzled his hair. “We won’t be so rough next time.”
“You can set the pace,” Ryker agreed, leaning in to kiss him again.
Dylan didn’t believe them for a second, but it would be fun to try.
Ryker sat down next to him, leaning back against the headboard and stretching his legs out over the covers. His cock was still wet from having been down Dylan’s throat, the half-hard length resting against his hip, and Dylan stared at it with a funny feeling in his gut.
Something was missing. Dylan had been distracted by Ryker giving him a blowjob, but now that they were resting and basking in the afterglow, Dylan felt it even more strongly.
His stomach rumbled, the sound making August and Ryker both turn their heads and look down at his stomach.
“Would you like some breakfast?” Ryker asked, climbing off the bed. He scratched his abs, staring down at Dylan and August with a contented smile on his face. “I could make bagels with cream cheese and lox?”
“Yes, please,” Dylan said. He was hungry, and maybe the weird feeling would go away once he got some food in him.
“All right, one bagel with cream cheese and lox coming right up.” Ryker grabbed a pair of underwear and pulled them on. “Would you like coffee?”
“Only if you’re making some for yourself.”
Ryker nodded and looked at August. “You?”
“I’ll take a couple of bagels and a cup of coffee,” August said, stretching out his legs and grinning. “And maybe some juice, too.”
Ryker rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “All right. Bagels, coffee and juice, coming right up.”
He turned and walked toward the door.
“Thank you,” Dylan said, watching his ass and broad back as he exited the room.
Hopefully, once he’d gotten some food in his belly and caffeine in his system, he would stop feeling so off kilter.
