Benson
With the taste of Landon’s cum and Parker’s lips on my tongue, I rise onto my knees, barely able to wait as I wrap a hand around my aching cock. I’m so sensitive that it almost hurts, and I’m so single-mindedly focused on coming that I jolt when someone—Parker—bats my hand away.
“What are you doing?” I ask, voice rough.
“Do you wanna fuck me?”
I groan. So much. Yes. So fucking much. “I’ll come before I even get you stretched.”
Landon moans, and Parker’s head snaps in his direction. “You like that idea, huh, Lan? Do you want me to lie across your body while Ben fucks me?”
Landon shakes his head. “No. I want you to fuck mewhile Ben fucks you.”
My cock throbs hard, my balls tightening. I flex my fingers, trying to ignore the urge to stroke myself off. “Not helping with my ‘I’ll come’ thing.”
Opening the drawer, Parker grabs two condoms, tossing one on Landon’s stomach and handing me the other, before picking up the bottle of lube. “I’ll get myself ready,” they murmur. “Maybe you’ll be able to hold off until I’m ready if you’re not the one doing it.”
I bark out a disbelieving laugh. “In theory, maybe. If I go in the other room and don’t look at you or think about you.”
Parker shrugs, eyes sparkling, before turning their attention to Landon. “Are you sure, Lan?”
“I’m sure,” Landon says, nodding too. He’s so damn cute. And even when I can’t think past the rush making him come gave me, I can’t help how enamored I am with him.
After opening the condom and tossing the wrapper on the floor, Parker rolls it carefully down their dick. My mouth goes dry, cock jerking hard when they pour lube over their fingers then straddle Landon and reach behind them.
Resting their chest on Landon’s, they tilt their hips back, pressing two slick fingers against their rim.
This might be the end of me. If it’s not, it might be the first time I come untouched. How am I supposed to play it cool when one of the biggest fantasies I’ve had about the two of them is about to come true?
I don’t dare touch either of them. Not because I don’t want to, but because if I do, it’ll be over. I’m half-terrified to even put this stupid condom on. I’m worried if I even look at my dick, I’m gonna come.
Fucking embarrassing.
Parker’s quick and efficient. Two fingers become three, and the sound of their moans ratchets up. Landon grips their hips, his cock already hardening again despite how hard he came just a few minutes ago.
“Are you stretched enough, Cutie?” I ask, mostly because I don’t want to hurt him, and I’m assuming he doesn’t know his body the way I know mine or Parker knows theirs.
“I think so,” Landon answers. “I guess we’ll find out.”
That’s not gonna work for me.
I try to ignore Parker’s whining pants and grab the lube, slicking my fingers. “Can I make sure?”
Landon moans. “Yeah. Yes, definitely.”
“Spread your legs for me.” Landon’s legs fall apart immediately, exposing his hole to me.
Sliding two fingers into the heat of his body, I shudder. The way he pulsed around me when he came earlier almost did me in. I thought for sure I was done for. I can still feel the ghost of his channel rhythmically tightening around my fingers as he shot his load all over me and Parker.
This time, I work a third in. He takes it easily. I slide my fingers in and out, adding a slight twist to my wrist with every couple of thrusts.
Parker drops their head to Landon’s chest on a drawn-out moan, fingers pausing. “Fuck. Almost made myself come.”
My balls tighten, fire licking up my spine.
“I’m ready,” Parker gasps, slowly pulling their fingers out of their wet hole. It gapes slightly, lube leaking around the edges.
I always thought I was cool during sex. I’d never had problems performing or shooting early, but right now? It’s a real fucking concern for me.
