“I want everything,” Clark whimpered. “I want to try everything.”
I cupped his erection again and rubbed my thumb across the wet spot at the front of his briefs. When Clark writhed beneath me, I realized how close he must be already, teased and warmed up from the date.
“You ever go twice, Clark?” I asked. “You ever lose your mind twice in a row?”
Clark shook his head quickly, and when I turned to Rip, I saw the wide grin on his face.
“Now’s the time,” Rip said.
I kicked off my pants and underwear, then crawled onto Clark’s chest. My cock was fat and hard, and I only had to stroke it in front of Clark’s face for a minute before he dove forward, licking at my tip like a pro.
“Yes,” I moaned. “So good.”
His lips made a seal around my shaft, and I began to rock my hips, letting him take me deeper and deeper into his mouth. I heard Rip groan, and when I glanced backward, I saw him wrestle Clark’s underwear off, then hoist Clark’s legs in the air.
“Oh,” Clark gasped as my cock fell from his lips. “Oh wow!”
I gripped my base, then stroked the length, rubbing my tip along his lips. “You like that?” I asked, knowing exactly what Rip would be doing. “Because my boyfriend loves rimming.”
Clark’s eyes got wide. Then his tongue fell across his lips. He threw his hands up, tangling his fingers in his hair, and let out an endless whimper.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I teased, still stroking my cock.
Clark pursed his lips together, then dove back onto my cock, swallowing and licking it like an expert. I rode his mouth, looking over my shoulder occasionally to see Rip’s face, buried in Clark’s hole and the way Clark’s cock bounced from side to side with our rhythms. Mainly, though, I just kept my eyes on Clark’s face, not wanting to miss a single needy, desperate contortion.
I caught his eye, then held my palm to my mouth and lathered saliva across my hand. I shoved a few fingers in my mouth, sucking on them just like Clark was sucking my cock, then reached backward and gripped his cock.
Clark gasped. Rip growled. I moaned.
Who needs music? The three of us are a fucking orchestra.
I tightened my grip around Clark’s cock, then bounced my hand. Precum was dripping down his shaft, lubricating my grip with the spit, and whenever I teased my thumb along his tip, Clark sucked even harder on my cock.
Then his eyebrows shot up, and I knew Rip had worked his way past the entrance.
“Fuck my hand,” I panted. “Just like that.”
Clark jerked his hips, and I bucked my weight in response. I could feel Rip riding Clark’s hole, deeper and wetter, and when I stretched my fingers down to tug on Clark’s balls, they were already tight against his body.
“Just like that,” I ordered him. “Shoot your load for us. Come on, Clark. Show us you want it.”
He gasped again, and as I plunged my cock into his throat, a ropey spray soaked my back. Rip huffed in a desperate breath, and I could practically taste the way Clark’s hole was tightening around his tongue and tugging him in.
“Hhmmrmhmmm…” Clark’s moan turned into a hum, then quieted to a whimper. I pulled my cock from his mouth, then teased my tip along his lips while I looked backward, catching the last spurt of semen from his pink tip.
Rip jumped up, then pulled me down to the bed. We spun across the sheets together and wrestled Clark into our embrace. His wet release was hot and sticky against our bodies, and Rip’s scent was like the smoke of a bonfire, potent in the air.
I was sweaty and dizzy and so horny I couldn’t believe it. I watched as Rip stroked the side of Clark’s face gently, then leaned forward, planting a few soft kisses on Clark’s belly.
“How you doing there?” I asked. “Didn’t I tell you my guy was good at rimming?”
Clark blushed bright pink, then rubbed his hand over his face. “I had no idea that would feel so good.”
I started to drag myself out of the bed, thinking it was time for water and maybe a little bit of cleanup, but Clark grabbed my hand before I could get very far.
“You need something, Clarkle?” I asked. “Because I’m right here, whatever it is.”
Clark dragged a few fingers up his stomach, trailing them through the slick semen that was drying there. When he pulled his hand away, a few strings stretched out, and he dragged them up to his mouth, licking them with a curious, happy look on his face.
