“Eat me,” I ordered, voice raw. “Show me how hungry you are.”
Ethan didn’t hesitate. He buried his face between my cheeks, tongue diving into my crack, licking, sucking, biting at the hair and sweat and taste of me. His hands kneaded my ass, fingers digging in hard, holding me open as he devoured me like a starving man.
The sensation was overwhelming. I rocked between them, hips rolling, cock thrusting into Cal’s throat, ass pressing back into Ethan’s face, caught between pleasure and hunger, between power and surrender.
“God, you’re both perfect,” I gasped, voice shaking. “Fucking—Cal, suck me—Ethan, don’t stop?—”
Cal moaned around my cock, saliva dripping down his chin, his hands clenching in the sheets, desperate for more. He swallowed me deep, letting me fuck his mouth as hard as I wanted, his eyes locked on mine, begging for approval, for praise, for more.
I gave it to him, my hand gentle in his hair now, stroking as I slowed the thrusts, letting him catch his breath, letting the tension build. “Good boy,” I whispered, voice tender and rough all at once. “You love this, don’t you? Love being used. Love making me feel good.”
He nodded, mouth still full, tongue working the sensitive underside of my cock, drawing a ragged groan from my throat.
Ethan’s tongue pressed harder, deeper, probing my hole, tasting the sweat and the earthy musk of my body. He groaned against me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. He licked up to my tailbone, then back down, nosing between my cheeks, tongue flicking over the tight ring of muscle, teasing, demanding entry.
I let my head fall back, eyes closing, surrendering for a moment to the pure sensation. “Yes—fuck—just like that?—”
Ethan’s hands slid up my thighs, one hand wrapping around my cock just above where Cal’s mouth worked, squeezing, stroking in counterpoint to the rhythm of Cal’s lips and tongue. The other hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently, tugging, squeezing.
I shuddered, hips bucking, lost to the heat and the pressure, the perfect rhythm they built together—mouth and tongue and hands all working to worship, to claim, to break me open and put me back together.
Cal pulled back, gasping, drool smeared across his lips, eyes shining with lust and pride. “Can I touch you now?” he begged, voice wrecked.
“Not yet,” I said, grinning, loving the power, the control, the absolute trust in his eyes. “You keep worshipping me. Use your mouth, your tongue, whatever you want. Make me forget my own name.”
He moaned, dove back in, licking up my shaft, sucking my balls, tonguing the place where Ethan’s spit had slicked my hole,sharing the taste with both of us, moaning as he lost himself in the pleasure of giving.
Ethan rose up behind me, his cock pressed hard and leaking against my ass, his hands sliding around to squeeze my chest, his mouth at my neck, biting, licking, kissing.
“God, you taste good,” Ethan murmured, voice reverent and raw.
I huffed a breathless laugh, the sound rough with pleasure. “Didn’t think I’d ever see the day my brother-in-law was licking my ass,” I said, voice shaky and teasing even as my hips rocked back into Ethan’s mouth. “Life really does take unexpected turns.”
Ethan growled low against my skin, unapologetic, tongue pressing harder as if answering the joke with action. “Didn’t think I’d ever want to,” he shot back, voice muffled and feral. “But here we are.”
The sound Cal made—half laugh, half desperate whine—went straight through me.
“Enough,” I said. I caught Cal by the arm and hauled him forward, manhandling him until he was on all fours at the edge of the bed. He went willingly, eagerly, palms pressing into the sheets, back arching as if his body already knew what was coming.
“Stay,” I told him, a hand firm between his shoulder blades. He shuddered but didn’t move.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and dragged them down, slow enough to make him gasp, fast enough to make it sinful. His cock sprang free, flushed and leaking, hanging between his thighs. I tossed the fabric aside like it was nothing.
“Fuck—Dom—” Cal moaned, voice already wrecked.
“Get in there,” I told Ethan. “Feed him.”
Ethan didn’t need a second invitation. He stripped off his pants and grabbed Cal by the jaw, not rough but unmistakably in control, and pressed the head of his cock to Cal’s lips. “Open,” he said.
Cal did—instantly. Mouth parting, tongue flicking out, eyes dark and blown as he took Ethan in. Ethan hissed, one hand fisting in Cal’s hair as he guided the pace, shallow thrusts at first, just enough to make Cal whimper.
“Oh—fuck—” Cal’s voice broke around Ethan’s cock, saliva already slicking the length as he sucked greedily.
I dropped to my knees behind him.
Cal’s ass was perfect like this—round, flushed, already twitching with every sound Ethan pulled from him. I spread him open with my thumbs, leaned in, and buried my mouth between his cheeks.
Cal screamed.
