“Then we stay,” Ryker said. “Now let’s get out of the hallway and into your room. We have a few hours before we’re due at the compound and I want each of us to come at least twice before we have to leave.”
Seeing Dylan’s eyes glaze over with lust, Ryker grinned and pushed his thumb into the boy’s mouth and stroked the inside of his cheek.
“He likes the sound of that,” August said, cupping Dylan’s chin and sliding his hand down to rest over his Adam’s apple.
“I do,” Dylan agreed, the words distorted by Ryker’s thumb in his mouth.
Ryker looked up from Dylan’s face, meeting August’s hungry expression with an anticipatory grin. “In that case, let’s give our omega what he wants.”
Moving his hands down to Dylan’s waist, Ryker lifted him into the air and threw him over his shoulder. Dylan let out a grunt as his midsection made impact with Ryker’s muscular shoulder, briefly kicking his legs before Ryker grabbed them and pinned them to his chest.
“Submit,” Ryker growled, right before he delivered a stinging smack to Dylan’s butt. He grinned at the shocked gasp the stinging hit elicited.
“You put spanking as a strong yes, didn’t you?” he asked, rubbing Dylan’s butt where he’d just slapped it. He carried the boy into his hotel room, groping his ass as he waited for an answer.
“I think so,” Dylan mumbled, sounding nervous.
“You did,” Ryker confirmed, spanking him again. He made sure not to hit him too hard, keeping the spank more playful than the previous blow.
Dylan moaned, and Ryker lowered him down to the floor. The bulge in Dylan’s sweats revealed exactly how much he liked being spanked and manhandled.
“You’re such a little slut,” August said, his voice affectionate as he reached down and ruffled Dylan’s hair. He pulled him under his arm and squeezed him against his side. “Do you want to sixty-nine me while Ryker fingers your hole?”
Dylan blushed beet red, turning his face and pressing it into August’s side before nodding enthusiastically.
August met Ryker’s gaze with a wolf-like grin.
“Sound good to you?”
Ryker snorted in aroused amusement. “Of course it does.”
August released Dylan and unzipped his coat. He shrugged it off and tossed it to the floor, kicking off his boots while pulling off his sweater. When Ryker and Dylan both just stood there watching him, he rolled his eyes.
“Get naked, people, we’re going to fuck.”
Ryker laughed, kicking off his boots and taking off his coat.
“Clothes off,” August said when Dylan didn’t move fast enough. He grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pulling him over and lifting it right off him. He then crouched down and pulled Dylan’s sweats down around his legs and to his feet. He slapped his naked ass. “That’s better!”
August rose back up and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down around his thighs and letting his rock-hard cock bounce free and bob prettily in the air in front of him. He swung his hips back and forth, making his cock slap against the side of his thighs with meaty thwacks, grinning at the way Dylan’s eyes followed the movement of his cock.
Ryker finished undressing and walked over to the bed. He grabbed the bedspread and tossed it aside, leaving just clean sheets that smelled like they’d been recently laundered by someone with a good understanding of how to use bleach.
“How do you want to do this?” he asked, turning around and seeing that both August and Dylan were now fully naked. August had his hands on Dylan’s shoulders, and at Ryker’s question, he marched Dylan over to the bed.
“I’ll show you,” August said, pushing Dylan down on the mattress and then manhandling him into position so that he was on his back, his legs hanging out over the edge of the mattress and pointing at Ryker.
August jumped up on the bed and straddled Dylan’s head, scooting back until Dylan was nestled between his thighs and staring up at his cock. He grabbed a pillow from behind him and pushed it under Dylan’s lower back, lifting his ass, and smacked his cock down on his face.
“This is what I was thinking,” August said, grabbing Dylan’s legs and pulling them up so that his knees rested on his chest. He then grabbed Dylan’s legs under his arms and leaned forward, curving his back so that he could reach Dylan’s cock with his mouth. He licked Dylan’s twitching shaft before looking up and grinning at Ryker. “See?”
“I do,” Ryker said, amused. Dylan’s ass was on full display, his hole twitching like it was inviting Ryker to play with it.
“Good,” August said, making a face as he moved his hand down to his cock and aimed it at Dylan’s lips. “Open up, Dylan. Work with me.”
Dylan lifted his chin, giving August’s cock access to his mouth and letting it slide past his lips.
August moaned, his glutes trembling as he pushed his hips down and forced the length of his cock to push against the back of Dylan’s throat.
