The Sadist in me roared ahead, and I started testing his limits. I sank my teeth into his shoulder and squeezed his cock tightly.
He definitely liked it rough. His lips parted, and he fell back against Nate.
Nate had to take over, and he had zero complaints about it. He slammed his cock into Kyle and set a fast pace, all while Kyle stayed in his position, kneeling at the center of the bed, Nate behind him, me in front of him.
“Fuck,” he gasped.
They were both close.
I stroked Kyle’s cock even tighter as I kissed and bit at his neck, and that evidently did it for him. Seconds later, he let out a groan and started coming, and Nate wasn’t far behind.
“A guy could get used to this.” I chuckled lazily and folded an arm under my head.
Nate laughed under his breath and kissed my chest. “Don’t.”
I sighed contentedly, combing my fingers through Kyle’s hair. He clearly wasn’t done yet, but no matter how good he was with his mouth, I’d need a few more minutes before I could get hard again.
In the meantime…I had both of them showering me with attention.
I shivered and stretched out one of my legs.
Kyle hummed around my cock, and he slid a hand up my thigh.
Fuck. Just like that.
Nate kissed his way down to Kyle. “I’m gonna get your ass ready for the next one. He doesn’t do gentle.”
Oh, Icould…
There was a time and a place for everything.
But now wasn’t it.
“Ready when you are,” Kyle murmured. He reached over and captured Nate in a deep kiss that quickly turned into an intoxicating show to watch.
I gripped my cock and stroked it slowly.
Maybe I was getting ready sooner than I’d thought.
In fact, I wanted to get in on the action right now.
I joined them in the middle of the bed, and it was the headiest fucking thing. Just letting our bodies give and take, making out together, forgetting where one started and the other ended, kissing one man and teasing the other, feeling teeth and blunt fingernails across my skin, hands wandering?—
“Jesus fuck,” I exhaled. I kissed Kyle again and pulled Nate in too. My hands had to be on them—one of them, either of them, both of them—at all times, it seemed. Nathan was everything I loved, and Kyle was the new shiny toy, and fuck me, was he hot.
Especially the glimpses I saw of him struggling—because it was so clear to me that this was a man who was usually dominant. A Top, even. So, I bet it wasn’t second nature for him to stand down.
I cupped his cheek and kissed him deeply for a quick beat. “Get on all fours at the edge of the bed. I’ll want my feet on the floor for this.”
The look of sheer need he gave me was enough to make me impatient too.
“When the hell did it get dark out?” Nate panted.
Didn’t know, didn’t care.
I gritted my teeth and pumped in and out of Kyle harder and harder.
God-fucking-dammit, I’d been close for the past ten minutes, it felt like. But my legs were fucking killing me. I’d cramped up twice already, and it made me feel old.
