His skin was so sensitive he could feel Rig’s breath like fingers down his spine as he lowered his head. He knew what was coming. Was desperate to feel it. To have both of them.
Rory’s mouth opened wide tried to take as much of David as he could, his tongue tracing a vein up the shaft and making David moan and grip his head in reaction. “That feels so good. Your mouth feels so good.”
Rory’s body shuddered when Rig spread his ass cheeks and yanked his hips back. “Don’t stop until David comes in your mouth,” he ordered. “No matter what I do to you, don’t stop.”
Rory’s lashes fluttered in agreement as the weight of his need drew them down. David’s scent and taste were driving him insane. Rig’s hands on his body… This was real. David wanted him—Rig wanted him—and this was real.
Rig buried his face between his cheeks and immediately started tonguing his hole. Rory’s shout vibrated against David’s cock.
“That’s right,” David said, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging him closer. “We’ve got you. I’ve got you. Let me fuck your mouth, Rory. I love your mouth as much as you love my cock.”
Rory groaned, letting David’s hands guide him up and down his thick shaft. His eyes watered and he choked on saliva and skin, but that just made him want more. More. Make me take it. Fill me up.
Rig pushed his tongue deep and nibbled at the ring of muscles and nerve endings like he was starving. He dropped his head lower and sucked Rory’s balls into his mouth one by one until he was shaking, until all he could think about was touching himself until he came. But he didn’t.
They had him. They wanted him. They were in control.
“God that’s hot,” David said huskily. “Do you like what he’s doing? How his tongue feels?”
Rory nodded as much as he could against David’s hands.
“Would you let me do it?”
Another desperate nod. Anything.
Rig was growling against his ass now, tongue flattening and teeth biting, and Rory wasn’t sure how much more he could stand. He covered David’s hand with one of his own and pressed.
David got the message, moaning Rory’s name as he lifted his hips and started to use Rory’s mouth to get himself off. “Oh fuck, that’s good. So deep I can feel you swallowing around me. God, Rory, I’m close.”
Rig’s tongue was buried deep inside him, his hands spreading and smacking his cheeks so hard it stung when David started coming down his throat.
Yes. Fill me up. Need you both. Take me.
He was crying by the time he’d swallowed the last drop. He’d heard Rig find his release behind him, felt the warm wetness on his thigh, felt the hard hands making gentle circles on Rory’s back as he recovered.
David tilted his head up and cupped his chin. “What can I do?”
He didn’t know what to say, or if he could even speak at all.
More.
“Fuck him,” Rig answered for him, his voice rough as sandpaper. “That’s what he really needs, and you’re the only one he wants it from.”
“But I don’t know how—”
Rig tugged Rory to his feet and half carried him to the stairs. “He’s already been prepped, and we both enjoyed it. Now we’ll take him to bed so I can watch you fuck his sweet ass. It’s always been on the top of my bucket list.”
Rory’s too.
A part of him knew they were doing all of this for him. Taking away his control, his worries. Taking charge. This was exactly what he wanted. But he couldn’t stop shaking.
Rig tossed him on the bed he’d slept in the night before and he rolled onto his back, watching through emotion-blurred eyes as Rig kissed David and took his cock in hand. It was already hardening again, growing with every firm stroke.
Rig lifted his lips to grin at Rory. “Our bull has stamina. I say we keep him.”
David elbowed him lightly and crawled onto the bed. He ran his hands over Rory’s chest and the erection that was already leaking with the need for release. “Is this really what you want, Rory? We could wait until you’re feeling better.”
He shook his head so hard it throbbed and Rig swore. “Look at him. He needs this now, Mills. Take care of our man.”
Rory started to roll over to show them how ready he was, but David stopped him. “Not this first time. I want to see your eyes when I take you.”
Rig slathered his hands with lube and stroked David over his condom before sliding two fingers deep in Rory’s ass, making him cry out in need.
“It’s not fair how damn pretty you are.” Rig lifted Rory’s legs up until he was gripping the back of his own thighs, presenting himself for his two lovers. “Or how flexible.”