“Fuck, Farron. You’re so beautiful,” Dayton murmurs and grabs the back of Farron’s head, drawing him down for a kiss. “And you’re so fucking hot when you’re jealous.”
“What is there to be jealous about?” Farron murmurs. His hand skirts over Dayton’s thick thigh and to the top of his cock. He swirls a finger in the glistening pre-cum, then pops it in his mouth. “You always come back to me.”
Dayton growls and grips the side of Farron’s face. “Keep being cheeky and I’ll comeonyour back, pup.”
“Too scared to keep your promise?” Farron draws his head down between Dayton’s legs. “You said you weren’t too drunk to fuck. Prove it. I want your cum running down my legs for days.”
Holy hell.I grip the side of the wall and clench my thighs together. Heat swirls in my core like a boiling furnace. I knew Dayton and Farron had some sort of… connection. But they’re lovers.
And as much as I need to pull myself away, I physically can’t. It’s like my whole body is drawn to them, my heart near exploding at the thought of not witnessing this.
Dayton sits up and grabs Farron by the hair, yanking backward to expose his long neck. “You want to be fucked, pup? Ask me. Beg for my cock.”
Dayton’s voice trembles through my mind:Tell me, Rosalina, do you know how to beg?
Farron lets out a stuttering breath I mimic. More of my weight falls against the wall as my knees buckle. Dayton’s storming blue eyes train on Farron.
“I want your cock,” Farron rasps, and my own lips move along with his words. “I need it, Ineedyou.”
“Then get on your knees like a good boy.” Dayton sits up as Farron obeys, turning around on all fours, his ass in the air, facing away from Dayton.
Wetness drips down my thighs as I rub them together, desperate for any friction.
Dayton leans over and grabs a vial from his bedside, coating his hand in oil. “Now tell me, pup, would you like me to go slow? Or would you like me to punish your ass?”
Farron grips the sheets. “Fuck me hard. I want to feel you split me open.”
Dayton chuckles and rubs the oil over his dick. “My little sadist.” Then he leans back on his heels and admires the view. “Fucking gorgeous.”
With a little pat on Farron’s ass, Dayton grabs his hips and drives himself in.
Farron cries out, burying his face in the sheets. And I hold on to the wall for dear life, my core electric with heat and need. I can feel myself there, both being fucked by Dayton and fucking Farron. A part of both of them.
In and out, in and out, Dayton ravages Farron’s ass. His huge balls bounce with the force of the movement, slapping against Farron’s skin. And Farron bucks back like a wild animal, jerking his hips as hard as he can against Dayton.
I’ve never seen anything like it: this desperate need between them. This is whatfuckingmeans. Not the half-hearted shit Lucas did to me. This is how real men fuck.
And every inch of me screams to get between them. What would it be like? To have Dayton fuck me with the strength in which he’s fucking Farron? To watch Farron’s face contort the way it is now because of my body?
I dig my nails into the wood wall to keep from touching myself.
“Is my cock hard enough for you, pup?” Dayton growls, digging a hand into Farron’s auburn hair and smashing his face into the sheets. “See what happens when you doubt me?”
Farron moans as an answer.
Dayton snatches Farron up by the hair, pulling him tight against his chest so they’re both on their knees. His enormous cock is still in Farron’s ass, and now I have a clear view of Farron.
Holy Moses. Farron’s cock looks hard as steel, long and pointed up toward his flat stomach. Suddenly, I’m picturing myself on my hands and knees before him, my mouth licking up the dripping pre-cum as Dayton continues to pound into Farron’s ass.
But it’s more than the intensity of their fucking. Dayton’s arms wrap around Farron’s body, and Farron looks back into his eyes. It’s like electricity between them. They each give a heated smile, a mix of trust and friendship and pure lust.
“I want to see your chest painted with your cum,” Dayton says. “Then I’ll fill your ass with my steaming load. Would you like that, pup?”
“Yes, Day,” Farron grits and he grabs his iron length. His hand moves up and down, up and down, up and down. Oh my god. The idea of watching Farron come on himself… My underwear is soaked through and I can feel the trickle of cream down my leg. I want Farron’s cum so badly, and Dayton’s too. I want it enough to fall to my knees before them and beg for a drop on my tongue.
My insides contort almost to the point of pain, my knees buckle, and I stumble, pitching forward onto the floor.
Their eyes dart to me, looks of shock registering on their faces.