We need to move this along before one of us comes hands-free. Me, most likely.
“Another finger?” I ask Ben.
“Please,” he groans, rocking his hips a bit like he can’t help it.
I nod at Landon.
He works his second finger in alongside the rest. It’s tight. Ben’s hole is stretched around all four of them, his rim contracting around our fingers like a vise. “Fuck,” he chokes out.
“You’re so warm,” Landon says, slowly moving his fingers back and forth. “So tight and so warm. God, I’ll never last.”
My dick pulses.
I grab the condom, using my teeth to tear the packet open, and hold it out to Landon.
He carefully tugs his fingers free of Ben’s hole, and the wet snick it makes has me almost dying.
“Thank God. Oh, thank God,” Ben says, rocking his head back and forth.
I pull my fingers out, then scoot up the bed while Landon works the condom over his cock.
“Wanna frot with me while Lan fucks you?”
Ben nods frantically, moving over to make room for me in the center of the bed.
I lay down on my back, then gesture for Ben to lie on top of me. As soon as his weight is pressing me into the bed, I roll my hips, moaning at the friction of his cock on mine.
“Now what?” Landon asks.
“Now fuck me. Just do what feels good to you. I promise I’ll like it. I might blow, like, immediately, but I’ll still like it.”
Over Ben’s shoulder, I see Landon kneel behind him. My stomach does a wild flip, my heart beating out a frantic rhythm.
I can tell the second Landon starts pushing into Ben. His entire body goes taut, and he buries his face in my neck, a loud moan tearing from his throat.
I watch Landon. Watch as his jaw drops. Watch as his eyes roll back. Watch as his lashes flutter.
When he starts rocking into Ben, it forces Ben’s body to move against mine, and then it’s my eyes rolling back.
Landon makes eye contact with me. It’s too much. I should look away, close my eyes, but I can’t. I can’t drag my gaze away from his big brown eyes, glazed with lust.
Ben grinds against my lace-covered dick, and I force a hand between us, freeing myself from the confines of my panties. My breath catches in my throat at the skin-on-skin contact, and a groan works its way out of my chest.
“Fuck,” Landon mumbles, hips picking up speed and pushing Ben harder against me. His pre-cum is leaking all over me, smoothing the glide. “You feel so good. This is so good,” Landon murmurs, almost incoherent.
He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “Do you feel good?” he asks, staring into my soul.
Heat’s building in my gut with each thrust, my cock pulsing harder with each pump of Landon’s hips. “So good,” I say. “You’re fucking him so good, Lan. Can’t you tell? Can’t you hear it?”
His pupils blow wide as Ben cries out against my throat. “You’re fucking him so good, and his cock is rubbing against mine. It’s gonna make me come.You’regonna make me come.”
Landon nods, cheeks flushing as his hips lose their rhythm. Tangling my fingers in Ben’s hair, I roll my hips as much as I can, trying to maximize the friction.
His whimpers in my ear are mind-numbing, and Landon’s powerful thrusts are pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“So close,” Ben moans. “So close, Lan. Fuck. More. Harder, please. God, please.”
Landon’s head falls back, exposing the column of his throat and the hickey that Ben left earlier as he fucks into Ben harder, his hips slamming against Ben’s ass with each thrust. The mark is so fucking sexy that I’m thinking I might need to leave one of my own.
