“Nash.” Beau snapped.
“Fuck, we don’t have time,” I groaned, as Iris glided her hand up and down my thigh getting close to my cock, but never touching it.
“Oh, now we don’t have time,” Iris smirked, hooking her fingers in my underwear and pulling them down. “So impatient, Cowboy.”
“Your brother is get?—”
A hot mouth engulfed the head of my cock, stopping me mid-sentence. They sucked softly as I groaned, thrusting up slightly.
“Let’s not talk about my brother when I have my hand on your cock.”
A small hand gripped the base of my cock, stroking me in tandem with the hot mouth. I looked down to see Beau’s stretched mouth and Iris pumping my cock with him, kissing his neck. The sight was so erotic, I almost came from it.
“Fuck. Y’all look so good,” I moaned, as Beau took me to the back of his mouth.
Iris ran her hand through his hair, grabbing his hair in her hands tightly as he bobbed his mouth on my cock.
“You look so good with my husband's cock in your mouth,” Iris purred.
Beau moaned on my cock, the vibrations hitting my balls made me moan loudly. The need to come slammed into me as fingers trailed down my taint and to my hole. This wasn’t the first time he had touched me, and I hoped this time it led to more. I had been dying to feel him inside of me.
Beau and Iris traded spots, her small warm mouth continued to tease me as Beau stroked me and played with my ass. I didn’t hear the lube bottle open or close, but when I felt the cold liquid, it made me pull away.
“Sorry, are you ok with this?” Beau asked, kissing my balls as Iris continued her mission to suck my soul out of my cock.
“Yes…” I panted. “Fuck me…I need it.”
Beau swirled his finger over my hole again, pushing his finger in slowly, bringing me back from the need to come. The sting from two fingers brought me back from the edge again, as they both gave me so much pleasure I could barely stand it. By the time Beau had three fingers in me, I was chasing his fingers, needing to be filled.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“What do you need, Cowboy?” Iris kissed up my torso.
“Both of you,” I whined, pulling her up to kiss her.
“You think you've been a good boy?” she murmured against my lips.
“I don’t think he has.” Beau pulled his fingers out of me.
“No,” I groaned, thrusting up.
Iris tsked, kissing me before I could say something else. Beau pushed my legs up, notching himself at my hole and I gasped into Iris’ mouth as he pushed in. I bore down, feeling the burn, desperate for the pleasure to take over, when Iris started stroking my cock.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, as the intense pleasure made me a little disoriented.
“You look so good like this, Nash,” Iris said, kissing the corner of my mouth, trailing kisses down to my neck.
“Iris,” I panted, running my hand down her curvy body.
“Goddamn, Nash, your ass looks so good around my cock,” Beau groaned.
“So good for us, Cowboy,” Iris whispered, taking my earlobe in her mouth before nipping at it.
“Petal, sit on my face,” I said, pulling her body up.
“Nash, no.” She tried pulling away.
“Fuck!” I yelled, when Beau’s pelvis flushed against my ass, grazing my prostate.
