Bel was beyond all rational thought. Nothing had ever felt so good in his life. His one and only other blowjob paled in comparison to this. That time, he’d been fully dressed and terrified the molly house would be raided at any second.
But this was so much better. River wanted to be there, wanted Bel. They were safe in his house. The rest of the world was so very far away.
Bel tried to concentrate on how River was licking the tip, then taking him into his mouth, inch by slow inch. He wanted to be able to replicate all the amazing things he was doing, but his brain cells were starved for blood, and Bel was drowning in pleasure.
River moaned, the vibrations moving up his throat to massage Bel’s cock. Bel looked up to find Wyatt kneeling behind River on the bed. One hand was holding his hip while he worked two slick fingers into his body. River moaned again, and Bel echoed him. Nothing had ever looked so hot in his life.
River lifted his mouth from Bel’s cock and swore. “Skip it. He’s close, and I’m going to lose it when he comes.”
Wyatt smirked and released River’s hip to pick up the bottle of lube again. “You’ll both last as long as I tell you to.”
A low growl rumbled from River, while Bel could only nod. He wanted to do whatever Wyatt told him to. Except River started sucking his cock in earnest, and all of Bel’s best intentions went up in a blaze. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Wyatt slicking up his hard dick and moving into position behind River.
Those dark eyes were locked on Bel, holding him pinned to the bed, while he slowly pushed inside of River. All three of them moaned. Bel couldn’t look away from Wyatt as he thrust into River’s welcoming body.
And there was no stopping the rush of pleasure. It all crested so quickly. Bel found himself thrusting lightly into River’s mouth, lost to the sensations and beauty before him. His orgasm broke loose suddenly, pulling his balls up tight against his body, and he emptied himself down River’s throat. The wolf moaned and drank him, swallowing everything. He caressed his dick with his too-talented tongue.
“Delicious,” River panted when he finally allowed Bel to slip from this mouth.
With a snarl, Wyatt stopped thrusting to wrap one arm across River’s chest and lift him upright. He placed his hand around River’s throat, forcing his head up so that Wyatt could plunge his tongue deep into River’s mouth while he resumed fucking his ass. Bel knew Wyatt could taste him on River’s tongue, share his orgasm.
When he broke off the kiss, Wyatt wrapped his free hand around River’s dick while he continued to thrust into him. River cried out. Words of pleading and pleasure poured from his lips.
Bel lay on the pillows, his body completely sated, and yet his dick tried to stir. Never in his life had he witnessed something so beautiful or erotic. Their bodies were pressed so tightly together, sweat glistened on their skin. The room was filled with Wyatt’s broken pants and River’s cries.
With one last broken shout, River was coming, shooting across Bel’s thighs and stomach. Wyatt cried out, his movements becoming slightly jerky as his orgasm swamped him. They stopped moving and held each other for a moment, River still wrapped in Wyatt’s arms. River tilted his head back and Wyatt kissed him slowly, tenderly. Treasuring him and what they shared together.
When Wyatt’s arms unwound from around River, he crawled up to the top of the bed and collapsed on one side of Bel. Smiling, Bel turned his head on the pillow and lightly kissed River’s forehead, the bridge of his nose, and finally his lips.
“You are so beautiful,” Bel whispered.
River hummed his pleasure, his eyes already heavy. “And you look like a decadent prince who has been worshiped by his subjects.”
The bed shifted, and Bel looked toward Wyatt. He was surprised to find the man crawling up the bed toward him. He slowly bent his head and licked up a streak of River’s cum from his thigh and another across his stomach, his long silken hair whispering along his skin. When he finally reached Bel’s lips, Bel didn’t hesitate to kiss him, tasting River and possibly even himself on Wyatt’s tongue.
Wyatt smiled when he broke off the kiss and pressed his forehead to Bel. “Thank you for sharing yourself with us.”
Bel sighed. He didn’t know what to say, but there was just something about the pleased look on Wyatt’s face and the way River was snuggled up against him; he was sure he didn’t need to say anything at all.
Wyatt adjusted the covers and pulled them over all three of them before settling down in the bed on the other side of Bel.