Dylan brought his hand up to Ryker’s thigh, and Ryker couldn’t tell if he was pressing at him to ease up or if he just wanted to touch him. He froze, his cock filling Dylan’s throat and making it bulge, and traced the contour of his shaft underneath Dylan’s Adam’s apple.
“Show me what you do if you need to tap out,” he commanded, reminding both of them that Dylan always had an out if things got too rough.
It scared him a little, how easy it would be to let go and justtakeeverything he wanted from his trusting omega.
Dylan froze, his hand resting on Ryker’s hip, and then after a brief second he delivered a well-practiced tap out signal.
“That’s a good boy,” Ryker growled, putting his hand down on Dylan’s throat and squeezing his shaft where it was making Dylan’s throat bulge. “Do it again if you want us to ease up on you a little.”
Dylan pointedly moved his hand back to his stomach, letting it rest just above his leaking cock.
“Good boy.” Ryker pulled out enough to let Dylan breathe, giving him the chance to fill his lungs a few times, and then proceeded to fuck his throat for real.
Ryker’s balls slapped into Dylan’s face every time he bottomed out, hard enough that it made a dull smacking sound, and it felt incredible.
As he skull-fucked Dylan’s face, Ryker forgot all about his initial reason for wanting to put his cock in Dylan’s mouth. Instead, he watched as August sank to his stomach on top of Dylan’s chest, blanketing him with his body and pinning him down, and started licking and sucking on his neck with greedy stripes of his tongue.
Dylan suddenly jerked and made a strangled noise, lifting his hand and clutching it in August’s hair as the alpha bit down on his mating scar. Ryker’s hips stuttered, his teeth itching to find the scar on the other side of Dylan’s neck and bite down on it.
If his cock hadn’t been feeling so good, Ryker would have let his teeth have their way, but for now they would have to wait. He sped up his thrusts, Dylan’s mouth a wet hole for his cock as he fucked into his throat like a jackhammer.
It wasn’t until Ryker’s knot started to inflate that he remembered the whole reason he wanted to fuck Dylan’s throat was to get his cock wet so that he could knot his hole.
“Fuck, flip him around,” he growled, pulling out of Dylan’s throat and making the boy gasp for air and then start coughing. When August didn’t move fast enough, Ryker pushed him off Dylan’s chest and flipped the boy around, lifting him up and positioning him so that he was on his knees with his back arched and showing off his hole.
With his cock dripping wet with the juices of Dylan’s throat, Ryker aimed his mushroom-shaped cockhead at Dylan’s opening and shoved his member inside.
Dylan squealed and tried to crawl away, but Ryker grabbed his hips and lifted him back, holding him up in the air as he slammed his cock home.
It only took him a few thrusts before his knot was halfway inflated, his orgasm held at bay by sheer willpower, and when Dylan’s hole started having trouble taking his half-formed knot, Ryker slammed his cock home and let go with a growl of satisfaction.
“Take it,” he growled, pushing Dylan down flat on the mattress and lying on top of him. He curled his arm around Dylan’s throat, squeezing his head back into his muscular pecs as he ground his knot into his omega’s hole, filling him up with load after load of thick spurts of come. He pressed his mouth into Dylan’s ear. “Do you like that, baby?”
“It’s so big,” Dylan moaned, his body limp and submissive.
While Ryker ground his knot into Dylan’s hole, August crawled up to the top of the bed and sat down in front of him. He leaned back against the headboard, his cock dripping, and stretched his legs out on either side of where Ryker and Dylan were lying.
Ryker and Dylan both watched as August jerked his cock, their position between August’s thighs giving them a prime view as he worked his slick length.
“Fuck!” August growled, surprising Ryker and shooting his load all over his chest and stomach. It didn’t look like an accident, and Ryker wondered why August would jerk off to completion when Dylan was right there.
August’s cock kept on spurting thick ropes of come that left his pecs and abs absolutely dripping.
Dylan tried to crane his neck to reach August’s cock, making noises of distress that August was letting his load go to waste, but with Ryker pinning him there was no way he was getting close enough to get a taste of August’s come.
Ryker was curious what August’s plan was.
He got an answer when August let go of his cock with a laugh, too sensitive to keep jerking off, and started spreading the load he’d spilled into his skin. He worked his load into his chest and abs like he was putting on lotion, sliding his come-soaked hands all over his chest and under his arms, working his way back down to his abs and coating his balls and taint in a slick layer of come.
Dylan kept straining to reach. Chuckling, August finished rubbing his come into his skin and pushed two dirty fingers into Dylan’s mouth.
Dylan moaned, sucking the mixture of come and sweat off August’s fingers with an expression of pure bliss on his face.
“Lift him up, would you?” August requested, leaning back and folding his hands behind his head. His biceps bulged, his come-drenched pecs and pits on full display.
Ryker grunted, annoyed and turned on. August’s little plan would require him to do all the work while August just sat there and let himself be worshiped.
“Do you want to lick him?” Ryker asked, rubbing his chin against the side of Dylan’s face.
