He panted helplessly, clutching David’s thighs. David slid his knees wider, spreading Reese’s legs in the process. Exposing him utterly.
“Fuck,fuck,” Reese gasped, his thigh muscles trembling.
Mati bobbed faster, sucking on every withdrawal, her tongue rubbing the vein along the underside of his shaft as she plunged. She twisted her hand over the bottom half of his cock, chasing her own mouth up and down.
“God, does that feel as good as it looks?” David asked hoarsely.
“Yes. Yes, fuck,yes,” Reese babbled.
Mati pulled back and gave him a bright, open-mouthed smile while she tormented his leaking slit with her tongue. Reese couldn’t tear his eyes away.
David’s big hand slipped down and cupped Reese’s balls.
Reese cried out, and a blurt of pre-come landed on Mati’s lips.
She whisked it away with her tongue.
“I’m close. Fuck, I’m so close,” he gasped, hoping David would take firmer hold of his sac and give it a tug. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask when David’s hand slipped back and a finger stroked over Reese’s perineum.
Reese’s heart stuttered in his chest, the muscles in his legs and ass quivering.
David pressed two fingers up against the seam of skin. Reese couldn’t contain the sound punched out of his chest, or the stream of fluid that slid onto Mati’s tongue. David did it again, and Reese was swamped with pleasure, his head floating with it.
“G-god, what is that? Why does that feel so good?”
Mati’s hand slid over his slick length, wringing more pleasure from him. “He’s leaking like crazy.”
“I think we’re a bad influence,” David said conversationally, as if he wasn’t in the process of taking Reese apart with the push of his fingers.
Bolts of arousal racked Reese. David pressed again, and Reese’s chin dropped to his chest, muscles going lax with the onslaught of endorphins andbliss.
“Good influence,” he gasped.
Mati grinned and stroked his cock, her grip tight. “I hope so.”
Reese whimpered.David rubbed a broad palm across Reese’s belly, soothing him and helping him uncurl until he was draped over David, weak with pleasure. David pressed again and Reese arched against him, rubbing against David’s hard cock and letting his head fall back onto David’s shoulder.
“Jesus Christ, look at him,” Mati whispered.
Reese could barely imagine what they saw. He wasn’t hiding anything—his body and every reaction on display. And that felt…fine. It feltgood.It should have freaked him out, he thought vaguely, but David and Mati had shoved that and every other thought from his brain.
Mati stroked his cock while David pressed his fingers up again and again, and Reese choked on the air locked in his throat. His brain was awash, unable to focus on anything but where their hands touched him. His balls were drawn up tight and full beneath his cock, and he was producing a near-constant dribble of pre-come.
Mati caught it with her tongue and drew Reese back into her mouth, her hand still moving, twisting. She sucked hard, as if searching for more.
He’d never felt desire like this in his life.Need.He’d thought he’d understood both, and how his own body worked, but he barely recognized the ball of fire forming at the base of his spine, the tension pulling on his muscles and curling his toes. It wasn’t until it was almost on top of him, bearing down inevitably, that he realized what it was.
“Fuck, fuck, Mati,sweetheart, I’m going to come,” Reese said frantically, trying to be gentle as he clumsily pushed her away.
Or tried to. She didn’t move, her grip tight, her tongue flicking back and forth under the divot as David dug his fingers into that magic fucking spot.
Reese’s mouth dropped open, silently screaming as his orgasm crashed over him and he lost control of his body. David’s fingers worked in time with each contraction rippling through his belly, head, and balls, drawing them out. Making them…more,somehow. It was overwhelming and perfect and fuckingendless.God fucking help him, Reesekept coming.
Mati pulled her mouth away and Reese pried his eyes open to see another pulse of fluid smearing over her skin and his. One final press of David’s fingers tore a helpless sound from Reese, and he trembled all over, spent.
The only reason Reese didn’t slither to the bed in a puddle was the strong arm around his waist.
David held Reese and waited for him to regain his senses. He kept a hand clamped on Reese’s inner thigh and idly ran the tip of his thumb over Reese’s perineum.
