Yes, he tastes amazing. And he’s bigger and thicker than Damien, which means I have to work harder to fit him in. It’s not a problem, though. I’m enjoying the feeling of his velvety soft skin against my tongue, and the way he lets me be in control of how deep and fast I go. Getting lost in the moment is far too easy while I read each of his reactions and sounds to learn what he likes better. Slow, tantalizing, and long movements seem to make his eyes glow brighter as he stares down at me, so I make sure to repeat those for a while.
“Jesus fuck—” Jacob laughs, as if he’s delirious.
“Don’t make him come yet.” Damien pulls me back gently. “Let’s change things up a bit.”
He centers on undressing me, slowly pushing my T-shirt over my shoulders. I sit up to help him remove it, and then stand to kick off my jeans and boxers. Jacob’s gaze seems to linger on my body while Damien starts undressing him. Almond-brown glowing eyes travel up from my pulsing cock to my face, lingering on the many freckles on my shoulders before meeting mine.
I can’t stop staring at him, still lying on the velvety black sectional while my brother pulls his trousers and underwear down his legs. He’s gorgeous, but not at all like Damien. Jacob is big and tall, undoubtedly strong and intimidating. And I’m simply fascinated by him. There’s something magnetic about him, and I just can’t stay away. Neither do I want to.
Before I’m even aware of it, I’m sitting again and running my hands up Jacob’s thighs. The colorful tattoos, a green dragon and orange tiger, feel incredible under my fingers and contrasts beautifully with his olive skin tone.
Damien’s left hand wraps around my length while his right one wraps around Jacob’s. He licks his lips as his eyes travel from my cock to Jacob’s, like he doesn’t know which one he wants more. “Damn, you two are a vision . . .”
Jacob’s faltering breaths become louder as Damien strokes us in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. I can’t seem to resist the urge to taste him again, so I do. I lean forward to take the head of Jacob’s cock into my mouth, sucking it and circling my tongue around it. My eyes connect with Jacob’s, and the sheer pleasure in his expression might just be one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
“Oh, yes, Killi,” Damien chuckles. “You want his cum, don’t you?”
I groan in response to my brother’s words, lost in the intensity of the moment. Maybe I’ve wanted this since Jacob fed us for the first time. The three of us connected, playing Damien’s naughty games.
As Damien picks up the pace of his strokes, I find myself chasing his hand with my hips, getting closer to the edge with each passing second. Jacob’s fingers dig into the velvety blackfabric underneath us, holding on to it for dear life as his ragged breaths turn into moans. A sound so beautiful I can’t possibly get enough of. I suck him harder and faster, trying to match Damien’s rhythm.
“My God, this is insane . . .” Jacob throws his head back, the sight of his exposed neck calling for my hand.
When my fingers wrap around his throat and press on it slightly, his Adam’s apple bobs against my palm as he swallows. Holding him like this feels amazing. He’s no delicate, small creature. Unlike Damien, Jacob looks like he could easily snap my back in two if he wanted. But he still lets me be in control, choke him, and decide how deep and hard I suck his cock. He’s at my mercy, and he loves it. That thought alone has me walking on the edge.
“Fuck, that feels good—” Jacob bites his lower lip, staring at me and lifting his head as much as my hand lets him. I move faster in response to his words, watching him almost fall apart.
“That’s right, darling,” Damien moans. “Come for us. Give Killien what he wants.”
It doesn’t take long for Jacob’s eyes to roll to the back of his head as he cries out, his cock pulsing in my mouth when he spills on my tongue. The sweet taste and burn of his release sends me right over the edge with him, while I swallow everything he gave me, moaning and taking him deeper into my throat. Hot spurts of my own release hit my stomach and thighs as Damien continues to stroke me through my orgasm.
“Fuck yes!” Damien’s voice has that raspy, deranged tone that lets me know he’s losing his mind. “Give it to me, Killi. All of it.”
His tongue is on my thigh, licking it clean while my entire body spasms in pleasure. Damien doesn’t leave a single drop behind, working his way from one leg to the other before pushing me back into the soft cushions to lick my abs. His manypiercings make me shudder when he takes my cock into his mouth to clean it up too.
Jacob lets out a breathy laugh, his eyes following Damien’s every move. I melt into the sectional, closing my eyes for a few seconds while I collect myself. I’m still coming down from the high, Jacob’s taste fresh on my tongue and the burning still tingling its way down my throat.
“Now it’s my turn,” Damien says, his hands and tongue no longer on my skin. I open my eyes to find him standing in front of us, his cock hard as granite and leaking as he strokes it lazily.
Jacob sits up, making himself comfortable beside me. His cheeks slowly turn pink as he stares at Damien’s body, one of his hands caressing my brother’s waist. His gaze is charged with a lot of things I don’t understand, his expression closer to devotion than desire. I’m strangely fascinated, staring at them in a moment that feels too intimate for me to witness.
“You’ve been such good boys,” Damien chuckles, pulling me out of my trance. “I’m gonna give you a little reward . . .”
My eyes meet his for a brief second before following his tongue as it plays with one of his lip rings. He opens his mouth to show off his extending fangs and then buries them in his soft tongue. A few drops of blood trickle down his chin before he closes his lips, making blood pool inside his mouth.
Both Jacob and I groan as Damien’s honey-like scent seems to assault our senses. Our full attention is on him when his lips part slowly and he leans forward just a little bit. I stop breathing as my brother spits his precious blood on his own cock. It splashes onto us, the velvety black fabric beneath us, and the wooden floors. So much for keeping the apartment pristine, I guess.
It’s definitely the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Burning red blood spilling down Damien’s chin, his teeth tinged by it, his pierced tongue dripping as he lets the last drops fall. I can’t helpbut moan loudly at the splashing sound, lewd and pornographic, and the burning-hot sensation on my skin.
“Holy shit . . .” Jacob sighs, his eyes trained on my brother’s pale hand running up and down his pierced length, spreading blood over it. I’m guessing he’s never seen this trick before, judging by the intensity of the glow in his irises—not at all different to my own reaction the first time it happened. I’ll never get tired of watching Damien do that, and Jacob probably won’t either.
We’re both fascinated by him, leaning closer to his cock like felines about to pounce on our prey. His honey-and-mint scent, strong and overpowering, makes the rest of the world disappear around us. I run my tongue up one side of Damien’s length while Jacob takes the other. His blood burns beautifully, my eyes fixed on his red-tinged grin.
Jacob groans as he wraps his tattooed fingers around the base of Damien’s cock, pushing it up a little bit to play with the piercings on the underside of his shaft. I sit up to stare at Jacob’s teeth tugging on the piercings, making Damien hiss and throw his head back. His dick throbs and leaks, inviting me to lick the tip hungrily.
My heart races at the taste of his blood, and I can’t stop myself from taking him into my mouth. Jacob lets me, wrapping one of his arms around Damien’s waist to pull him closer. He extends his neck to reach for my brother’s pierced nipples while I focus on his cock.
We get lost in the moment, Damien’s pleasure becoming our only purpose. I take him into my throat until my nose is tightly pressed against his pelvis, pulling back to feel his piercings slide against my tongue and then swallow him whole again. His moans are loud and raw as he digs his fingers into my hair, keeping my head in place when he starts thrusting into my mouth.
