Nic! To anyone! When you’re
the only man I see!” Joseph gasps, and his jaw falls open in surprise. Airen
pins him to the wall and slams their mouths together in a kiss that’s equal parts
anger, dominance, and greed. “I think you need a reminder of who you belong
to,” he growls, grinding against him. Joseph tugs Airen’s shorts down while
Airen strips him of his boxers. A scorching look passes between them before
they attack one another.
Fuck me, but this is the hottest thing
I’ve ever seen. I curl up on the couch, out of the way, and watch my two
passionate men resolve their anger the best way they know how. Low, agonized
moans and sharp, biting cries fill the room. Rough hands grope and pinch and
squeeze. They’re all brawling tongues, clashing teeth, and sweaty limbs. Biting
and cursing, they battle for dominance, consumed with their desire.
“Fuck!” Joseph shouts when Airen pins his
hips to the bed and wastes no time swallowing him to the root. Joseph’s hands
fist in his midnight hair while he gasps for breath, overcome at the onslaught.
Airen squeezes his ass, digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise. “Goddamn
it, Airen!” he shouts as Airen’s dark head bobs between his legs, working him
ruthlessly with his mouth, making him come in less than a minute.
Airen’s lips are at Joseph’s ear before he
can recover. “Mine, Joey. Mine to take whenever I want. And I want you now.”
His kiss on Joseph’s swollen lips is gentle, lingering, and affectionate. He
runs his lips down Joseph’s neck and takes his time licking and caressing the
sensitive skin.
“Yes,” Joseph whispers. Airen will bend me
over and fuck me with little to no warning, but I notice he always gets
permission first when it’s Joseph.
Airen grasps his hips and rolls him onto
his stomach, all signs of aggression gone. Soft words fall from his lips while
he kisses his nape and nibbles at his ear. He reaches into his duffel bag for a
bottle of lube and coats his fingers before sliding them between Joseph’s
cheeks. His fingers dip and stroke, plunge and circle, stretching and preparing
while Joseph groans and writhes beneath him. I can feel his torment. I’ve been
a victim of those talented fingers.
“I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
“Not yet.” Joseph groans as Airen delivers
a sound slap to his ass. Slipping his arm around Joseph’s waist, he pulls him
up on his knees. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, hurry the fuck up.”
Airen chuckles and eases into him inch by
inch, letting him acclimate to his size. This is still difficult for me to
watch. Though Joseph swears it doesn’t hurt, and it’s obvious he loves it, I
still cringe remembering the agony I felt when Jon took me that way. Airen’s
brow is furrowed in concentration as he tries to restrain himself from fucking
him senseless, but he doesn’t begin to move until Joseph rocks against him.
Joseph is rock hard and I want so badly to
join them. Just slip underneath them and take Joseph in my mouth while Airen
fucks him, but I fight the urge. There are times when I just need to be with
Airen or Joseph, to feel the one on one connection, and I realize they need
that too. Oh, they’re a sight. I adore watching my guys when they make love.
The little strokes and caresses, the soft words of encouragement and affection,
and the pure bliss that shines on their faces is a joy to witness, so sweet and
intimate.
Joseph slides his knees back until he’s
flat on his belly with Airen’s arm beneath his waist, slightly tilting his
hips. Airen fucks him steadily, kissing and licking his neck, and trailing his
tongue across his shoulder blades. “I never wanted Nic,” Airen murmurs, running
his nose through the soft curls on the back of his head. “Trust me, Joey. There’s
no replacement for you. You hurt Troy, and he wants you to believe he found
someone better, but that’s not possible.” Joseph shivers when Airen licks and
nips his earlobe. “Nic
the only man I see!” Joseph gasps, and his jaw falls open in surprise. Airen
pins him to the wall and slams their mouths together in a kiss that’s equal parts
anger, dominance, and greed. “I think you need a reminder of who you belong
to,” he growls, grinding against him. Joseph tugs Airen’s shorts down while
Airen strips him of his boxers. A scorching look passes between them before
they attack one another.
Fuck me, but this is the hottest thing
I’ve ever seen. I curl up on the couch, out of the way, and watch my two
passionate men resolve their anger the best way they know how. Low, agonized
moans and sharp, biting cries fill the room. Rough hands grope and pinch and
squeeze. They’re all brawling tongues, clashing teeth, and sweaty limbs. Biting
and cursing, they battle for dominance, consumed with their desire.
“Fuck!” Joseph shouts when Airen pins his
hips to the bed and wastes no time swallowing him to the root. Joseph’s hands
fist in his midnight hair while he gasps for breath, overcome at the onslaught.
Airen squeezes his ass, digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise. “Goddamn
it, Airen!” he shouts as Airen’s dark head bobs between his legs, working him
ruthlessly with his mouth, making him come in less than a minute.
Airen’s lips are at Joseph’s ear before he
can recover. “Mine, Joey. Mine to take whenever I want. And I want you now.”
His kiss on Joseph’s swollen lips is gentle, lingering, and affectionate. He
runs his lips down Joseph’s neck and takes his time licking and caressing the
sensitive skin.
“Yes,” Joseph whispers. Airen will bend me
over and fuck me with little to no warning, but I notice he always gets
permission first when it’s Joseph.
Airen grasps his hips and rolls him onto
his stomach, all signs of aggression gone. Soft words fall from his lips while
he kisses his nape and nibbles at his ear. He reaches into his duffel bag for a
bottle of lube and coats his fingers before sliding them between Joseph’s
cheeks. His fingers dip and stroke, plunge and circle, stretching and preparing
while Joseph groans and writhes beneath him. I can feel his torment. I’ve been
a victim of those talented fingers.
“I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
“Not yet.” Joseph groans as Airen delivers
a sound slap to his ass. Slipping his arm around Joseph’s waist, he pulls him
up on his knees. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, hurry the fuck up.”
Airen chuckles and eases into him inch by
inch, letting him acclimate to his size. This is still difficult for me to
watch. Though Joseph swears it doesn’t hurt, and it’s obvious he loves it, I
still cringe remembering the agony I felt when Jon took me that way. Airen’s
brow is furrowed in concentration as he tries to restrain himself from fucking
him senseless, but he doesn’t begin to move until Joseph rocks against him.
Joseph is rock hard and I want so badly to
join them. Just slip underneath them and take Joseph in my mouth while Airen
fucks him, but I fight the urge. There are times when I just need to be with
Airen or Joseph, to feel the one on one connection, and I realize they need
that too. Oh, they’re a sight. I adore watching my guys when they make love.
The little strokes and caresses, the soft words of encouragement and affection,
and the pure bliss that shines on their faces is a joy to witness, so sweet and
intimate.
Joseph slides his knees back until he’s
flat on his belly with Airen’s arm beneath his waist, slightly tilting his
hips. Airen fucks him steadily, kissing and licking his neck, and trailing his
tongue across his shoulder blades. “I never wanted Nic,” Airen murmurs, running
his nose through the soft curls on the back of his head. “Trust me, Joey. There’s
no replacement for you. You hurt Troy, and he wants you to believe he found
someone better, but that’s not possible.” Joseph shivers when Airen licks and
nips his earlobe. “Nic
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