They walk over, standing on either side of Kane. With one hand stroking Kane, I take Linc in my mouth. He makes a sound deep in his chest as I start to bob up and down his length.
With my free hand, I reach for Wyatt. I bypass his cock, going straight for his balls. I knead them in my palm, pulling a ragged groan from him.
Out of all my guys, he loves having his balls played with the most.
Moving over, I take Wyatt into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around and around the swollen head, paying special attention to the underside. I can feel his body quaking with the sensations moving through him.
I go round and round, taking my time to work them all up. I’m only wearing my lace panties, but if it weren’t for them, I would be dripping all over the floor with how wet my pussy is.
As it stands, I can already feel it coating the inside of my thighs.
“Enough,” Linc groans, pulling me off his cock when I dive back in for another taste. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.” He bends down, picks me up, and tosses me onto the couch in one swift motion. “Hands and knees.”
I scramble to do as he says. Linc walks bare-ass naked into the kitchen, coming back with a jar of coconut oil.
Fuck yes.
He scoops out a generous amount before bringing his fingers to my crease. The oil immediately starts to melt from the warmth of my skin. He gently massages the area before easing a finger inside of me.
“Yes,” I groan, arching into his touch.
He works a second finger in. The noises I’m making grow even louder. It feels too fucking good.
“Does that really feel good?” Wyatt asks. “I’ve seen you come like this a lot, but does it really?”
An idea pops into my head. I pat my hand on the couch in front of me. “Come here. Let me show you how good it feels.”
His eyes widen in surprise before turning to burning desire. There’s a twinge of apprehension mixed in there, too, but I’ll be gentle with my golden retriever.
I wait, giving him time to decide what he wants to do.
“Fuck it,” he says with a shrug. He plops down in front of me, so his bent knees are on either side of my head.
Linc leans over, holding the jar of coconut oil out for me. I dip my two fingers in, pulling out a decent glob. “Have you ever done this before?” I ask Wyatt.
He shakes his head. “No.” The nerves in his voice are woven with greedy anticipation.
“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,” I tell him.
“I trust you,” he says, and my heart swells.
I kiss the inside of his thigh before I press my fingers against his taint. He groans. I had a feeling he was going to like that.
I alternate between gliding my fingers over his hole and back up to just below his balls. He’s already a squirming mess, and I haven’t even gotten inside of him yet.
I’ve never done this before, but the power to make someone feel this good is kind of thrilling. I see what Linc gets out of his side of the power dynamics.
Wyatt might be the one letting me play with his ass right now, but I would put good money on him still topping from the bottom.
I bend a little more, gliding my tongue up the underside of his hard cock. I want him to be a little distracted for this nextpart. He grabs the base, giving me a better angle to take him in my mouth fully.
As I ease down his length, I slowly press one finger past the tight ring of muscle. I go slow, letting him adjust.
I keep bobbing slowly up and down his cock as I work my finger at the same pace. His cock is still hard against my tongue, so I’ll take that as a good sign.
I’ve never found a guy’s prostate before, but I’ve read enough romance novels to have a pretty good guess. I quirk my finger a few times.
“Fuck,” he yelps, his whole body contracting in on itself. “What the fuck was that?”
