“Breathe, baby,” Parker says softly, and my heart nearly jumps out of my chest. I inhale a slow breath, letting my limbs relax.
Blindly finding Parker’s lips, I kiss them. Ben bobs on my dick, and each time I hit the back of his throat, tingles race up my spine.
Ben pulls off my cock, removing his finger at the same time, and I gasp. “Lube, please, Cotton Candy? I don’t want to hurt him.”
Parker scrambles away from me, digging in their bedside drawer and producing a bottle of lube. They toss it to Ben. I’m expecting them to come back up and kiss me more.
They don’t.
“I wanna taste him while you finger him. It’s not fair for you to keep him all to yourself.”
I groan, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. There’s the click of the lube opening, then the sound of Ben squeezing it out. I barely have time to brace before—
“Oh, fuck.” A moan punches out of my chest when Ben slides a cool, wet finger inside me. It’s easier this time. There’s less resistance, and I don’t know if it’s the lube or if it’s that my body is ready, if I’m more needy.
Parker’s mouth closes over the head of my cock, their tongue collecting the pre-cum as they moan around my length.
There’s more pressure as Ben adds a second finger, and when he curls them, my vision nearly whites out.
“Oh my God. I’m so close. I’m not gonna last… I can’t—oh, fuck, please.”
Parker pulls off. “Not yet.”
Not yet. Not yet? As if I can control it. As if I have a single chance of fighting it off.
Ben curls his fingers again, and my hips jerk up, my cock hitting Parker on the chin. They pin my hips to the bed with surprising strength, and pre-cum leaks from the head of my cock in a thick stream, pooling at the base.
Ben leans forward, licking it off in a wet path up my shaft, and I nearly jolt out of my skin. “Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck,” I moan, thighs shaking almost uncontrollably.
Parker darts forward when Ben pulls back, and I can’t drag my eyes away as Parker licks into Ben’s mouth, moaning as they suck my pre-cum off Ben’s tongue.
Parker’s breathing heavily, their eyes wild. With each gust of breath, my sensitive cock throbs and pulses. Sweat beads on my skin as I fight to keep control of myself.
Surging forward again, Parker licks along the head of my cock, eyes glued on Ben. Ben works his fingers in and out of me slowly, scissoring them and curling them and rotating his wrist until I feel like I might die. Then his tongue is joining Parker’s.
The two of them lick at the head of my cock, tongues swiping each other’s as they do.
Ben sucks on the underside of my cock, and Parker licks across the slit. Their lips brush, kissing and sucking and licking, and I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come so fucking hard.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hips twitching. “Don’t stop—please don’t stop.”
Ben moans but doesn’t pull away, and Parker dips their tongue into my slit again. Heat races down my spine, pleasure pooling in my balls.
A loud whimper flies from my lips. “I can’t. Oh fuck, I can’t stop it.I’m—I… I’m gonna come. Please, please… Oh—please.”
Ben moves his fingers faster, and my hole starts pulsing around him, tightening just like his did when he came on my cock. He sucks on the skin under my head as Parker circles the slit with their tongue.
I’m trying so hard to not come—so fucking hard, nails digging into my palms as I fight it—but when the two of them make eye contact and kiss, tongues teasing, lips meeting, with the head of my cock still between their lips, I fucking lose it.
I grip the sheets in both hands, hips punching up as a loud cry tears from my throat. “I’m coming. Oh God, I’m coming—”
My voice cuts off into nothing as I shoot into their mouths, my cock jerking with each rush of cum. Some lands on Parker’s lips, more on Ben’s cheek. That only makes me come harder, a litany of moans pouring from my lips as my cum makes a mess of all of us.
The two of them pull off my cock in sync, and Parker smiles at Ben, wiping a bit of cum off his chin with their thumb before sucking it into their mouth.
These two are going to be the death of me.
Chapter 23
