Oliver didn’t answer. Words seemed too vulnerable at the moment. But he did let out his breath in a shaking sigh and shut his eyes. Silent acquiescence. At least for a moment. He would take what they offered for a moment, before it was torn away.
“Oliver,” Anna whispered. “Look at me. Watch me.”
He opened his eyes slowly and stared as she lowered her head to stroke her cheek against his bare thigh. Ezra made a soft sound and came to stand beside the bed. He gathered the length of her hair and wrapped it around his fist so that Oliver’s view of her was no longer obstructed. Anna made a little sound at the back of her throat and slid her hands up the front of Oliver’s thighs.
“I want you to see what I’m going to do to you,” she murmured as she gripped the base of his cock.
He jolted at her touch. He always did. He always would. He had a feeling he would jolt at the memory of it, even after she was long gone from his life. But he didn’t want to think about that now. He only wanted to think about her lips moving toward his length. He only wanted to think about how good it felt when she darted out her pink tongue and glided it around the tip.
“Fuck,” he grunted, lifting his hips.
Ezra chuckled and with the hand that wasn’t holding her hair, he pressed a palm to Oliver’s stomach, then lower where he held him steady. “No one tells the lady how fast to move. Give in, Oliver.”
Oliver met the other man’s eyes and then pressed his hips up again, into Ezra’s weight. He rotated them slowly, daring Ezra to do something about it. Oh so very ready for whatever that punishment would be.
Ezra’s pupils dilated with his defiance and his lips quirked up in a smile. “Anna, my dear?”
Anna glanced up from her work at Oliver’s cock. “Yes?”
“I want you to make this very naughty man writhe.” He returned his gaze to Oliver. “I want you to make him quake.”
“With great pleasure,” Anna murmured, and took Oliver into her mouth fully. He cried out as she drew him into her throat instantly, swirling her tongue around him as she sucked.
He almost couldn’t see, couldn’t think and it took all of whatever focus he had left to note that Ezra was pushing her hair aside, over her shoulder so Oliver continued to have a clear view of her mouth on his cock. But Ezra let her go and he climbed up on the bed, resting on his side next to Oliver. His hand slid up Oliver’s body, tracing little patterns over his skin.
“Give in,” he whispered, pressing his lips to Oliver’s shoulder. His tongue was hot against the flesh and Oliver’s vision blurred at the feeling of both their mouths on him. Sucking, licking, pleasuring like he was the center of the world. Like he was everything.
He’d never been everything before. It was overwhelming and wonderful and he never wanted them to stop.
Luckily they didn’t. Anna began to stroke over him, all the way to the root until she almost choked, then back to gasp out a breath. Her tongue lapped ceaselessly, her hand pulsed around him. She took him to the edge of madness and then slowly drew him back, not letting him find that ultimate pleasure until she was ready.
And while she did that, while she tormented him, Ezra nuzzled his neck, sucking the skin there, nibbling along the column of his neck until he found Oliver’s mouth. His rough tongue stroked over Oliver’s in deep, hard thrusts and the room disappeared so there was only sensation.
Sensation that washed away reason, that built with powerful speed in his loins and sent tingles to every nerve ending in his sensitive body. He found himself moaning into Ezra’s mouth, his fingers gripping at the sheets, his hips tensing in time to the long, steady pulls of Anna’s gorgeous mouth.
“Should I help her?” Ezra whispered as he broke away from the kiss. “Do you want me to help her make you come so hard you black out?”
Oliver couldn’t speak now. Coherent language was all gone. He jerked out a nod and Ezra smiled before he began to kiss a trail down Oliver’s body. It was too much, it was everything, and Oliver stared as the two of them tangled their tongues together over his hard cock, shiny from Anna’s work at him.
“Keep going,” Ezra urged her as they broke their kiss. “But don’t let him come until I tell you.”
She nodded, her pupils wide and filled with pleasure. Pleasure at doing this to Oliver. For Oliver. He realized that and was moved by it. Almost as much as he was moved by the pleasure she caused when she put her mouth back over him. Ezra shifted her gently, giving himself room at Oliver’s aching cock. He smoothed his fingers over Oliver’s balls and Oliver choked out a moan in the quiet of the room.
Anna answered it with a groan of her own, humping at the bed like she was seeking her own pleasure. Like this brought her to the edge. And he could see how hard Ezra was too. How much this excited them.
“Give in,” Ezra whispered yet again before he gently sucked one of Oliver’s balls into his mouth.
Oliver’s hips jolted upward as pleasure so intense it bordered on pain spread through his veins. Molten lava that touched every part of him and increased when Ezra chuckled, vibrations humming through Oliver’s skin.
Anna began to move her mouth faster, sucking him harder, swirling her tongue around him as she moaned and murmured her own pleasure. The two of them were dragging him to the edge, in tandem, blasting him apart like some exploding star and he did what he’d been told over and over.
He gave in. He surrendered everything in him that said he needed to give, to serve, to earn this pleasure and their attention and their love. He gave in to the sensations and the emotions that these two startling, beautiful people offered. The pleasure arced and he cried out as wave after powerful wave washed over him.
He exploded and looked down to watch Anna take every drop, pumping his cock with her hand as the pleasure ricocheted through him. As Oliver flopped back on the pillows, lazy, sated pleasure making him weak, he watched as Ezra dragged Anna toward him and kissed her. Like he wanted Oliver’s flavor. Like he was hungry for it.
Oliver sat up on his elbows to watch them. To drink in their passion for each other, stoked higher by their passion for him.
“I want you to come together,” he grunted out. “I want to watch you.”
