“Fuck!” I groaned, tightening my hand in his hair. “Swallow it!”
Asher kept whimpering and moaning, choking on my cock. My thighs crashed against his chest as I jerked my hips, an orgasm building with every second. I wanted to unload in him and fill him up, but even more than that, I needed to see his face, covered in cum like last time.
I yanked my cock out, then fisted my base hard. As Rory held Asher for me, I shot sticky jets, spraying load after load of hot cum against his angelic cheeks and his whimpering, glistening lips. Light sparkled and exploded all around me, and pure, hot pleasure charged through my muscles.
“Fuck yeah, Daddy,” Asher moaned. “Just like that!”
I let out a low growl, then gasped for breath. Stumbling backward, I steadied myself against the back of the couch.
Asher licked desperately at his lips, and sweat poured down his chest. His cock was still twitching, pink, and ready to shoot.
I reached my hand down and gripped him. I worked him up and down, feeling the climax build as cum dripped off his face. And when I rubbed my thumb across his tip, it finally happened.
“Fuck!” he groaned as he shot his load, pearling across his abdomen. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
Slowly, I started to come back to myself, reality filtering back in as the orgasmic haze faded. Rory helped Asher up again, and I joined them, taking each into a deep, sloppy kiss.
“Good boy,” I whispered to Asher, wiping a bit of cum off his chin with my thumb. “How are you feeling, my good boy?”
He blinked a few times. Emotions seemed to swirl behind his eyes, and for a second, I thought I caught a hitch in his breath. But then he shook his head, grinned, and dove forward, sucking the cum off my thumb. “Fan-fucking-tastic,” he said.
I laughed, then leaned against Rory, suddenly eager to feel his arms around me. “Glad to hear it.”
Asher rubbed his face, then shook his head quickly, obviously still recovering. I thought about how much I always liked care and attention after Rory was a little bit kinky with me and pulled him into our embrace. He was sticky with cum, but that just seemed like a good excuse for us to all take a shower later.
And I was suddenly feeling a strong desire to wash him and towel him off.
“When does your sister come home?” Rory asked. “Do we need to clean this place up?”
Asher shook his head. “We have a while.” He pulled himself closer into our embrace, then let out a contented sigh. “Let’s just lay here a little bit, okay? While I catch my breath?”
“Sure,” Rory said, stroking the back of his head. “As long as you like.”
“As long as you like,” I agreed. “That sounds nice.”
