pushed her tongue between parted lips, for a long, slow kiss. She
resisted his attempt to pull her onto his chest and instead rose on her knees.
She wanted to make sure that she could reach everything and still watch as Gabe
took their lover for the first time. If I died right now, I would die a
happy woman.
****
“Want you college boy, make you feel so good. Make you mine.
Gonna make you ours.”
“Yes, yours,” Uriah moaned. “Both of you.” His heart
hammered with the truth of his own words. He wanted to belong to these two. Belong.
He was so on fire he couldn’t even think what he meant. He should be
nervous…afraid. He was going to let another man fuck him. Jesus. That knowledge
had him leaking. He wasn’t vain, but he knew what he looked like. Women found
him attractive. Men, too. Size queens. They all wanted to know if his dick was
as big as he was—all willing to bend over and give it up. He’d never had a
problem finding someone to get him off, but he’d always felt like there should
be…more. He’d thought it was because he’d wanted Diane and couldn’t have her.
But his dick had been hard ever since Gabe challenged him in front of the
cantina. Having both…belonging to both…
Raising his head, Uriah tried to watch as his lovers tasted
their way down his body but when they began to lick and bite at on his nipples,
his head pressed back and his body arched upward.
“Oh, so sweet. Such a nice response,” Gabe said. Hit bit
down harder, and Uriah couldn’t hold back either the shudder that wracked
through him or the moan that signaled his pleasure.
“So very sensitive. I think we’re gonna pierce these, Uriah,”
Gabe said, breath whispering across the damp nub. “Nice gold hoops, maybe a
chain. Something to tug on, make sure you’re paying attention.”
Uriah’s muscles trembled and he fought against the noises that
wanted to escape at his pleasure. Kissing Diane would have been enough to send
him to distraction. But her nimble hands stroked him and made him feel that the
top half of his body was surrendering, undone by a wave of love.
Gabe continued to move further down his body, pausing to
bite, then soothe, to suck up marks. Jesus. It was as if he were being
devoured. Then a wet, slick heat engulfed him, and he lifted his head long
enough to see Gabe’s lips stretched wide around his spit-slick cock and wanted
to thrust as hard as he could. As if sensing his desperation for friction, Gabe
held his hips down while he sucked and licked. His tongue swirled over the top,
firm, pointed. He pressed into the slit, then changed the stroke and flicked
against the bundled nerves on the underside of his cock.
Gabe bent Uriah legs and pushed them toward his chest. Unsure
where to put his hands, Uriah held his knees, opening himself. Dee placed one
of her hands over his while she continued to work her fingers and mouth across
his chest. Gabe pressed his thighs further apart, guiding him until his hips
rolled up slightly. His emotions went everywhere in this new position. Exposed,
vulnerable, excited.
“Nice. Mmm … not
much hair here. We’re gonna remove all of it, shave you bare,” Gabe said.
“Maybe another piercing. Such a pretty cock deserves some jewelry. Oh, yeah. I
can see you like that idea, too.” He thought Diane might have moaned right
along with him.
A slick of hot, wet tongue against his anus was followed by
a light brush of air. “Jesus Christ,” he said. His hips jerked, and he might
have tried to sit up with the shock of pleasure that seared through him. Gabe
was between his legs, and Uriah felt the pressure as one finger pushed against
his tight opening.
“Relax, Uriah, I won’t hurt you. Dee, I want to see you
touch yourself, feed Uriah from your sweet, hot pussy.”
Diane knelt upright beside Uriah. With one hand she pinched
her full, heavy breasts, the other trailed down her belly, and she rubbed a
palm over her mound. When he looked up, he found her heavy gaze
resisted his attempt to pull her onto his chest and instead rose on her knees.
She wanted to make sure that she could reach everything and still watch as Gabe
took their lover for the first time. If I died right now, I would die a
happy woman.
****
“Want you college boy, make you feel so good. Make you mine.
Gonna make you ours.”
“Yes, yours,” Uriah moaned. “Both of you.” His heart
hammered with the truth of his own words. He wanted to belong to these two. Belong.
He was so on fire he couldn’t even think what he meant. He should be
nervous…afraid. He was going to let another man fuck him. Jesus. That knowledge
had him leaking. He wasn’t vain, but he knew what he looked like. Women found
him attractive. Men, too. Size queens. They all wanted to know if his dick was
as big as he was—all willing to bend over and give it up. He’d never had a
problem finding someone to get him off, but he’d always felt like there should
be…more. He’d thought it was because he’d wanted Diane and couldn’t have her.
But his dick had been hard ever since Gabe challenged him in front of the
cantina. Having both…belonging to both…
Raising his head, Uriah tried to watch as his lovers tasted
their way down his body but when they began to lick and bite at on his nipples,
his head pressed back and his body arched upward.
“Oh, so sweet. Such a nice response,” Gabe said. Hit bit
down harder, and Uriah couldn’t hold back either the shudder that wracked
through him or the moan that signaled his pleasure.
“So very sensitive. I think we’re gonna pierce these, Uriah,”
Gabe said, breath whispering across the damp nub. “Nice gold hoops, maybe a
chain. Something to tug on, make sure you’re paying attention.”
Uriah’s muscles trembled and he fought against the noises that
wanted to escape at his pleasure. Kissing Diane would have been enough to send
him to distraction. But her nimble hands stroked him and made him feel that the
top half of his body was surrendering, undone by a wave of love.
Gabe continued to move further down his body, pausing to
bite, then soothe, to suck up marks. Jesus. It was as if he were being
devoured. Then a wet, slick heat engulfed him, and he lifted his head long
enough to see Gabe’s lips stretched wide around his spit-slick cock and wanted
to thrust as hard as he could. As if sensing his desperation for friction, Gabe
held his hips down while he sucked and licked. His tongue swirled over the top,
firm, pointed. He pressed into the slit, then changed the stroke and flicked
against the bundled nerves on the underside of his cock.
Gabe bent Uriah legs and pushed them toward his chest. Unsure
where to put his hands, Uriah held his knees, opening himself. Dee placed one
of her hands over his while she continued to work her fingers and mouth across
his chest. Gabe pressed his thighs further apart, guiding him until his hips
rolled up slightly. His emotions went everywhere in this new position. Exposed,
vulnerable, excited.
“Nice. Mmm … not
much hair here. We’re gonna remove all of it, shave you bare,” Gabe said.
“Maybe another piercing. Such a pretty cock deserves some jewelry. Oh, yeah. I
can see you like that idea, too.” He thought Diane might have moaned right
along with him.
A slick of hot, wet tongue against his anus was followed by
a light brush of air. “Jesus Christ,” he said. His hips jerked, and he might
have tried to sit up with the shock of pleasure that seared through him. Gabe
was between his legs, and Uriah felt the pressure as one finger pushed against
his tight opening.
“Relax, Uriah, I won’t hurt you. Dee, I want to see you
touch yourself, feed Uriah from your sweet, hot pussy.”
Diane knelt upright beside Uriah. With one hand she pinched
her full, heavy breasts, the other trailed down her belly, and she rubbed a
palm over her mound. When he looked up, he found her heavy gaze
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