Then we are both fucking him, owning, sharing him, and nothing has ever felt more right. My entire body is burning with need, my cock throbbing with desire, and Logan laps up every inch of it like he has never tasted anything better, while shoving his hips back roughly, and taking all of Lincoln’s thickness inside of him.
Lincoln watches us both with dark, assessing eyes, his torso slick with sweat, groaning at the sight of my cock dipping in and out of Logan’s mouth. He grabs Lo’s hips and pounds into him at a ruthless pace, making him gag and moan on my dick, until my own gasps can’t be contained. Then one of his hands is sliding up his spine until it can grip his shoulder, holding him tight enough to rut into him at a wicked pace, forcing tears down Logan’s cheeks. And as if my hands have a mind of their own, one of them slides down Logan’s head towards where Lincoln’s rest on his shoulder. Of course the dark and brooding Superman is already watching me, baiting me, and when my fingers graze against his, he smirks.
“I always knew you wanted me, Dark Prince,” he purrs, intertwining his fingers with mine, as his lust drenched voice licks up my spine until I feel like I am ready to explode.
I snort, forcing bravado I definitely don’t feel into my tone, as I continue to pound my cock between Logan’s lips. “Don’t flatter yourself, Blackwell, I’m fucking his mouth, not yours,” I snap, ignoring the fire his hand around mine brings.
This time he doesn't just smirk, he laughs, a dark and wicked sound that wraps around my heart as he exclaims, “Oh trust me I know, because when it’s my cock down that pretty little throat of yours, you’ll be on your knees, and the only flattery I’ll accept is you swallowing my cum like a good boy.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Logan groans around my cock at his words, tears still staining his cheeks from how rough we are being with him, but I can’t stop. Not when his mouth feels so fucking perfect, not when Lincoln’s words are screaming on repeat in my mind, begging for a rebuttal. One I can’t give because now my throat aches for the taste of him, for the taste of Logan, and fuck I want them, I want them more I have ever wanted anything.
“You think I’m going to get on my knees for you, Blackwell?” I ask, knowing I would drop there without question, and that wicked smirk of his only grows.
“Oh I know you are, baby, now be a good boy and fill Logan’s mouth like I know he is desperate for.”
As if on cue, Logan takes my cock to the back of his throat and swallows, ripping a groan from deep in my chest as I begin to really fuck his mouth. There is no hesitancy like there was the last time, no, instead I am owning what I want, taking it, and enjoying every delicious fucking second.
“Fuck, Logan, your mouth,” I grit, and his attempt at a flirty smirk while his mouth is stuffed with my cock is insane.
He drags my cock in and out a few times before he pulls back and gasps, “Always knew you’d taste so fucking sweet, my little psycho, now come for me.” His plea is paired with the swirling and sucking of the head of my cock, his tongue trailing along the sensitive bit on the underside, before he sucks me back in deep.
“Fuck yes.” My hips begin to snap, my hand ripping at his hair as I fuck his mouth almost violently, the feel of his tongue completely sinful.
My other hand is still wrapped around Lincoln’s, connecting all three of us as one, just like it was always meant to be, and the realization hits me like a freight train. The base of my spine begins to tingle as my orgasm starts to build, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. Not with the feel of Logan’s mouth, not with the sight of Lincoln’s cock fucking him at the same time as me. No, it’s too much, way too much, yet not enough, and when Lincoln slams into Logan again and forces his mouth to shove my cock even deeper down his throat, I am gone.
Cum spurts from my cock, spraying the back of Logan’s throat as he continues to bob his head back and forth, not wasting a single drop. It’s only when I stumble a little in my pleasured haze that he finally lets my cock fall from his mouth, and then Lincoln is dragging him back up. He uses the hold he still has on my hand to begin jerking Logan’s cock rapidly, as he slams his lips against him, sharing my release across their tongues.
Logan’s cock is hot and heavy in our hold as he thrusts up into our fists, but my focus is only on their mouths. On the way their tongues go to war with one another, the saltiness of my release stains their mouths, as they fight to get the final taste.
When Lincoln pulls back, his hand movements don’t falter as he stares between us both. “You taste good on his tongue, Dark Prince, now make him come for me.” Then his hand drops away, and I am jerking Logan alone while Lincoln fucks him.
The two of us work in tandem, matching one another's pace as Logan groans between us. “Oh my fucking god, yes, god yes, just like that,” he moans, tipping his head back against Lincoln’s shoulder, baring his neck to me.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, all worked up and so close to falling apart, that I can’t help but lean forward and press my lips to the juncture of his throat, forcing his groan into a growl. I follow every sound that falls from his mouth, still fucking him with my fist, as my mouth trails up and down the skin of his neck with small open mouth kisses, my tongue barely teasing him.
“Fuck, Ash, I can’t wait to feel that mouth around my cock,” he whines, watching me from beneath pleasure-laced heavy lids. “I want to paint the back of your throat white and then bounce on your cock until I can’t breathe,” he gasps, and my fist works him even faster at the images he is painting in my mind.
“Is that what you want? For me to suck your cock, and then fuck you good and hard?” I ask, making both of them grunt, and Logan nods.
“I want everything with you, Ash,” he admits freely, as my heart threatens to beat out of my chest at his words.
“Then do as Lincoln said, and be a good boy and come for us,” I demand, just as Lincoln reaches up to grip him by the throat.
“Oh god,” Logan screams, giving in to both of us, as Lincoln pounds into him at a relentless pace, and I work my hand even harder.
Then he is coming with a startled gasp, as white hot liquid covers my fist and bare stomach, but Lincoln doesn’t relent. He keeps his hand around his throat and fucks him so hard that it both entices me and frightens me at the same time, yet I can’t look away. Not from the blissed-out expression on Logan’s pleasure-filled face, or the look of pure domination and lust on Lincoln’s. He’s fierce and unstoppable, and I see the moment he is about to come, because his jaw tightens, and the vein in his neck throbs, before he throws his head back with a groan.
“Oh fuck,” he grits, still rolling his hips, pumping Logan with every last drop of his cum, until he is completely spent and satisfied.
When he pulls back, he pushes Logan gently until he falls forward on the bed, then I watch in utter fascination as he uses his fingers to pump his ass, forcing any escaped cum back inside. Only when he is happy that none is going to waste, does he finally give up and drop down beside him on the sheets. Logan lazily leans over and steals another kiss from his lips, before dropping back onto his pillow and exhaling deeply.
They look comfortable and peaceful with one another, and suddenly I feel slightly awkward, and it’s only my agreement with Logan about no running that keeps me in place. I silently take a step back, pulling up my pants and fastening them, before moving onto my shirt.
“You don’t have to go,” Logan grumbles, pushing up slightly as he notices my straightening up.
“Logan’s right, you can stay, but only if you want to,” Lincoln adds, watching me carefully, and I know he is silently trying to assess how I’m feeling, and I wish I knew myself so I could tell them both.