I needed more.
I stood, took Nolan's hand and led him to the bed. He laid back, his body stretched across the mattress, chest heaving, cock wet from my mouth and resting against his abs. I climbed ontothe bed on all fours, my face over his hips, and looked back at Dec over my shoulder.
"Please, Dec." My voice was hoarse. Ruined. "Eat my ass."
Dec's gaze went molten. The discipline evaporated, instant, total. He climbed onto the bed behind me and spread me with both hands and buried his tongue against me.
My back arched. The sensation—hot, wet, Dec's tongue flat and firm, then pointed, pressing, circling—drove a moan out of me that vibrated through the mattress. I channeled it into Nolan. Took him into my mouth at a ninety-degree angle from his body, my head bobbing in his lap while Dec worked me open from behind.
Nolan's hand gripped the sheets. His other hand found my hair—hovering, then gripping when I took him deep. His head was turned, eyes wide with lust, watching both—my mouth around his cock and, behind me, Dec's face buried between my cheeks, Dec's hands spreading me, the wet, obscene sounds of his tongue.
"Oh my god," Nolan whispered. His voice was destroyed. "Sean..."
The real name went through me like lightning. Nobody used it except Dec. Nobody until now.
I pulled off Nolan. Rearranged. Guided Dec further onto the bed, up on his knees. I turned and took Dec in my mouth, presenting my ass to Nolan.
Nolan's hands found my hips. Then his tongue found my pink opening—tentative at first, his tongue testing, reading responses, then building confidence as my groans around Dec's cock told him everything. His technique was different—softer, more deliberate, mapping the nerves with the systematic attention he gave to everything—and the contrast between Dec's rough urgency and Nolan's calculated precision was driving me out of my mind.
Nolan's palm cracked against my right cheek. Sharp. The sound ringing off the walls.
I gasped around Dec's cock. The sting bloomed into heat, radiating outward, and before I could process it his palm cracked against my left cheek, harder, and the combination of pain and pleasure short-circuited every remaining thought.
"Fuck!" I pulled off Dec, panting, looking back. "Nolan. Please. Fuck me. Right now."
"Do we need..." His voice was strained. Practical even now. "Lube? Condoms?"
I looked back at him over my shoulder. My grin was desperate and half-crazed. "Spit on your dick and ram it in."
His eyes widened. I watched him—this careful, calculating man—bring his hand to his mouth. Spit. Slick himself with a motion that was clinical and filthy at the same time, his palm spreading the wetness over his length, his cock glistening in the candlelight. He positioned himself behind me.
He pushed in slow. Careful. Not wanting to hurt me, his hands trembling on my hips, the restraint costing him. I could hear it in his ragged breathing, feel it in the tension of his fingers.
I pushed back against him. One swift, deliberate motion. All the way.
Nolan gasped. A raw, punched-out sound of shock and pure pleasure that echoed off the walls. Buried to the hilt, his hips flush against my ass, the downward curve stretching me at an angle that Dec's upward arc never hit, and the novelty and thehim-ness of it had me seeing stars.
"It's not my first time, Nolan." I looked back, grinning through the electricity. "Pound my hole."
Something snapped. The careful, analytical, measured man disappeared. He grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise anddrove into me with a force that rocked the bed frame against the wall.
I cried out. Not a moan—a shout, torn from somewhere primal. I looked up at Dec through watering eyes, and the look I gave him was a cocktail of bliss and provocation—cheeky, teasing, daring him:look what he's doing to me.
Dec's jaw tightened. Both hands came to my face, framing my jaw, tilting my head up. He lined his cock with my mouth and pushed in.
I took him. All of him. Throat opening around his thickness, eyes watering, body rocking between them—Nolan driving into me from behind, Dec filling my mouth from the front—and the sensation of being fucked from both ends by these two hard, muscular, beautiful men annihilated every coherent thought I'd ever had.
"You like that?" Dec's voice was barely recognizable—low, guttural, the tactical discipline gone, replaced by something feral. His hand tightened in my hair. "You like his cock in your ass while I fuck your mouth?"
I moaned around him. The vibration making his hips stutter. The answer was yes. The answer wasplease don't stop.The answer was every sound I was making, muffled and desperate and loud enough to hear through the walls.
Dec pulled out. Gripped my jaw. Tilted my face up so I was looking at him, my lips swollen, spit on my chin. "Tell me."
"I love it," I rasped. "I love his cock in me and yours in my mouth and I want you both to use me until I can't..."
He pushed back in before I could finish. Behind me, Nolan's rhythm was relentless—deep, fast, his hips slapping against my ass, his breathing sharp grunts that punctuated each thrust. The sounds—skin on skin, the wet noise of my mouth, Dec's groans above me, Nolan's grunts behind me, the bed frame slamming the wall in rhythm—the sounds alone could have made me come.
Nolan pulled out. The sudden emptiness made me groan, but before I could protest his hands were on my shoulders, turning me—strong, decisive, flipping me onto my back. The force of it—this quiet man manhandling me like I weighed nothing—sent a shudder of pure want through my whole body. I lay on my back, looking up at both of them, spread and ruined and completely, helplessly theirs.
