Luke gets situated behind me and pulls my hips up so he can slide a pillow beneath me for more comfortable access for us both. I whimper when he frees my aching cock from where it was trapped beneath my stomach. I’m so sensitive to the touch that I’m not sure I won’t come just from being fucked. If he nails my prostate and I manage to rut against the pillow just right…
“Comfortable, baby?” he asks softly, leaning forward to ghost a kiss between my shoulder blades. I nod and turn my attention back to Dante’s cock.
Luke hums against my skin and pulls away, and I want to cry out at the loss of his weight over me. I don’t have much time to think about it, though, because at the same time Dante puts a hand on the back of my head and pushes down my throat, the fat head of Luke’s cock is pushing against my hole. My body clenches in reflex at first, and Luke grips my hips and circles his tip against my opening until I relax, smearing precum and lube around the loosening pucker.
I moan around Dante’s dick at the sensation of Luke nudging against my entrance again, this time relaxing enough for him to push through. Luke groans and swears loudly, and since I can’t see him, all of my other senses are heightened as he slowly pushes forward and fills me inch by inch.
Dante still has his hand on the back of my head, but has slowed his movements while I adjust to the feel of my body making room for Luke inside me. “That’s it, beautiful,” Dante croons, “you love being stuffed from both ends like this, don’t you?”
My eyes are watering from sucking Dante to the back of my throat and from Luke’s cock splitting me open and from the sheer euphoria I feel in this moment. I moan around Dante’s cock and do my best to nod.
I feel Luke adjust behind me, and then his arms are on either side of me, and his face is right next to mine. I’m surrounded by him completely, and I’m hit with that overwhelming feeling of security that I always get when I’m with him. “Just relax,” he murmurs in my ear, “I’ve got you.”
He begins to gradually quicken his pace, and Dante moves his hips to match until the two of them find the perfect push/pull rhythm. I’m completely enraptured. I’ve never had a threesome before, and the thrill of these two amazing, beautiful men inside me is something I’m not sure I could have imagined even in my wildest fantasies.
“You close, D?” Luke pants, his rhythm faltering a bit.
“Yeah,” Dante huffs from above me.
Luke begins to slam into me in earnest, his hips slapping loudly against my ass and echoing throughout the room, drowning out even the crashing of the waves outside. “Gonna fill you up, baby,” Luke moans, nipping lightly at my ear. “Oh fuck…you’re gonna make me fucking come…”
I pull off of Dante and begin stroking him rapidly as I press my lips to Luke’s in a deep kiss. “Give me that load, babe,” I groan into his mouth. “I want to walk out of here with you leaking out of me, give it to me.”
Luke drops his head against my shoulder and lets out a low whine as his hips stutter, and I feel his warm release painting my insides as he falls over the edge of pleasure.
I want to cocoon myself beneath him and savor the moment, but before I can fully register what’s happening, Dante’s grunting above me, and I turn my attention to stroking him with quick, smooth strokes, taking him into my mouth just in time toswallow down his release as he shudders and shakes through the orgasm.
“Holy shit, that was better than I even hoped,” Dante gasps, collapsing next to me in a tangle of loose limbs.
I can’t help but puff up with pride at that. My first threesome, and everyone is leaving satisfied because of me. Luke shifts slightly on top of me, his softening cock sliding free, and I wince as my own dick gives a helpless throb.
Even in his current, sated stupor, he notices my expression and frowns at the realization I’m still hard. “Fuck, we didn’t even take care of Riley,” he scolds Dante.
Dante rolls off the bed and takes his phone off the tripod on the other side of the room before sinking onto the bench at the foot of the bed and propping the phone up so the camera is pointed at us. He grins lazily. “Well finish your boy off then, Luke.”
Luke finds a second wind and rolls off of me, pulling me to my back in the process. He slides the pillow out from beneath my hips and places it carefully beneath my head, making sure I’m comfortable even now. Leaning down, he licks a long stripe up my cock and then replaces his mouth with his hand, jerking me fast and steady. My head is already spinning, and I drop it back onto the pillow in bliss. “That’s it, babe,” I encourage him breathlessly. “Get me close.”
He makes a little noise in the back of his throat and leans down so his face is hovering above my hard length. “Almost there?” he asks.
My head feels like it weighs a ton atop my shoulders, but I force myself to lift it to meet his gaze. “Yeah,” I breathe, “you’re doing so good, keep going.” His eyes light up at the praise, and he leans closer and spits onto my dick, mixing it with my precum for an easier glide. My breathing stutters when he holds my gaze and opens his mouth and…holy shit, is he going to let me comein his mouth? “Fuck yes, almost there…that’s so good, babe, you’re so good…”
I know I’m babbling now, but I can’t even think coherent sentences as my balls draw up and my orgasm is barreling down on me like a freight train. I don’t even have time to warn him before my back is arching off the bed, every muscle in my body strung tight before suddenly…release.
I manage to lift my head to watch as Luke slows the movement of his hand and eagerly catches the first burst on his tongue, lapping at my slit as I continue to come. A high-pitched whine has filled the room, and I realize it’s coming from me at the sight of my cum coating his lips and mustache. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. The sight of him licking me off his lips milks one more spurt out of me, which he eagerly licks up as well. He plants a soft kiss to my oversensitized tip before lifting his head to give me a proud smile.
Seeing how pleased he is with himself makes my heart stutter in my chest. It knows this man is going to be trouble for us both.
13
LUKE
I’m surprised when Dante calls me a few days later and asks if I want to come over and work on editing the collab video with him. His place isn’t quite as nice as the beach house, but it’s pretty fucking close. I have a moment of insecurity, wondering how he seems so much more well off than I am when he’s younger than me and I have a couple of years’ experience on him. I try to casually inquire by making a joke about it, and he tells me I’ve gotta look into the sex toy industry. “I’m telling you, man, my first check from the mold of my dick they used to make a dildo was the down payment on this place.”
I’m not nearly as well hung as Dante is, so I doubt I would be as successful. And while this industry has definitely brought a lot of weird things my way, I’m pretty positive I would die of embarrassment having a mold taken of my own dick.
Once we’re settled at his desk, I download all of my footage to his laptop, and we do a cursory watch through all footage angles. It should be weird watching us both on screen while sitting next to each other, but I’ve done so many of these editing sessions with Nathan now that I don’t really think much of it. We’re discussing whether to just use Dante’s handheld footage of mejacking Riley off at the end or if we should switch it up with a few cuts when Dante suddenly sits back and smirks at me, arms folded across his chest as he shakes his head.
“What?” I eye him cautiously. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
