Page 13 of Grotesque Love

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Mal moans. “More. I need more.”

SAX

Mal always likes to run his mouth rather than ask for what he needs. What he needs right now is for me to fuck him senseless, to dull the voices inside his head and the restlessness building inside him.

But will he ask me for it? No. Instead, he’ll start a fight he knows he won’t win.

Rolling my hips, I fuck his tight hole, loving how he feels when he’s underneath me.

I know Jas is watching like a hawk, waiting to be called over to play. He’s the youngest of our little trio, and always eager to please me. His cock bobs, the pre-cum making his shaft slick but his hands are gripping onto the window ledge as if his life depends on it.

Biting down on Mal’s lip, I swallow my chuckle. Jas is so patient. So good for me. Will Ari be the same? Arianwen is ours, and when we have her, we’ll finally be complete. I know it.

Mal clenches on my cock and I know he’s desperate for release, but I’m not quite ready to let him come yet. His defiance, despite the root of it, was still defiance and I won’t stand for that.

I pull out until only the tip of my thick dick is left inside his body before I plunge myself back in. I do this over. And over. And over again. Until tears start streaming down Mal’s gorgeous face.

Finally I push him forward, so that his forearms are resting on the arm of the sofa.

“Saxon,” he mewls as I lean forward, placing biting kisses down his spine.

“What’s the matter little gargoyle? Need something to gargle?” I tease with another thrust, this one painfully slow.

“Urgh, please. Please.”

“How pretty you are when you cry,” I murmur, as I flick my tongue over his trail of tears. “Jas, get over here.”

Jasper doesn’t need to be told twice, bounding forward like ahappy puppy, cock bouncing as he half walks, half flies towards us.

“Sax,” he breathes reverently, watching as my cock disappears inside the tight ring of Mal’s arse.

“Feed him your cock.” I command. “He doesn’t get to come until you do.”

Mal whines, both hating and loving my orders. He puts up a wall around himself when it comes to Jas, always keeping him at arm’s length even after all these years. But I know we’ll break it down eventually. Maybe Arianwen can help with that.

Jas steps towards Mal tentatively, a fist wrapped around his cock. Threading my hand into Mal’s dark hair, I use my grip to push him towards Jas. His lips part as Jas slides his bulbous head between them. Slowly he inches forward, feeding Mal his length until Mal’s nose is buried against Jas’ skin. He makes a gagging noise as he swallows around Jas, adjusting to the cock blocking his airway.

I give a small thrust in approval, “Good little gargoyle, that’s it.”

Letting go of Mal’s hair, I place one hand around his throat, so I can feel him working Jas over, and the other rests on his hip, keeping him in position as I fuck him.

Jas’ hands weave their way into Mal’s hair, as he whispers words of praise to the gargoyle between us. Mal’s too lust-drunk to resist, even when Jas strokes his cheek and tells him he’s perfect.

It doesn’t take us long to find a rhythm, and as Jas throws his head back with a whine, I know he’s close. I punch my hips forward hard, forcing a muffled moan from Mal.

“If you swallow it all, I’ll let you come on my knot,” I promise with another thrust.

His hand reaches up and wraps around the base of Jas’ cock as he starts frantically working him over, bobbing up and down like his life depends on it.

“Oh, fuck. Mal. I’m gonna come. Mal. So fucking good. Soperfect.” Jas’ words become a jumbled string of compliments and praise as his body trembles and he shoots his load down Mal’s throat with a quiet grunt.

The sloppy, slurping noises combined with a sharp intake of breath from Jas tell me that Mal has licked clean every drop of cum, like the filthy little cumslut he is.

Once again, I pull Mal against my chest and his head rolls against my shoulder as I keep impaling him on my cock.

“I want to taste our Jas too,” I murmur against his lips before he parts them and offers me his tongue. “That’s it little gargoyle, give it to me.”

This kiss is just as filthy as the last, except now there’s a distinctive tang on his lips that’s all Jas.

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