Page 54 of Too Many Beds

Mitch

My eyes open when something warm and wet glides along my cock. A mouth wraps around the tip, suckling lightly as teeth graze over my skin. I smile down at the dark figure resting between my thighs, sliding my hand through soft, silky strands. Vance is sleeping soundly on the couch, his back turned toward us.

I figured the person surprising me with a late-night blow job was much too small to be him, and he’s more a fan of receiving than giving anyway. Unless it comes to rimming, then he’salways ready to pounce at any given opportunity. I prefer to have nothing go near my ass, but sometimes it’s the only way to help Vance work through his bad mood swings.

Taking me deeper, Ambrose laps around my length, the tightening of his throat almost too much when he buries his face in my pubes. His moans vibrate along my skin, the sensations adding to everything else he’s doing to me. His head bobs up and down. I hold him still, fucking upward. Ambrose hates when I take control like this and usually slaps my hand away, leading us to fight for whose throat gets to be the rawest the next day.

None of that is happening right now, and he’s complying way more than usual, making sexy slurping and gagging sounds. It isn’t until I tug more at his hair that I see the purple tips glowing in the small light from the fireplace.

This isn’t Ambrose.

I fuck deeper, thrusting my hips, not stopping when I should. He feels too fucking good. If he wants it, then who am I to deny him?

He makes more choking sounds, tugging on my shirt. More awake, my eyes adjusting better to the dark, I spot his ass bouncing up and down, the perfect globes like two halves of a juicy peach I want to sink my teeth into. Loosening my grip on his hair, I slide my hand down, wrapping my fingers around his slender neck. He’s not a small guy by any means but he isn’t as big as me or Vance either. More the size of Ambrose, with wider hips and a sluttier mouth.

My cock twitches, my muscles tensing and balls drawing tight. His throat tugs on me harder and I come. I try to pull away, but princess doesn’t let me, licking up every drop that tries to escape his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. To think, Ambrose was trying to save you all for himself.”

Long whines crawl up his throat and he ruts against the chair, slurping up cum from my stomach.

“You want your cock played with too, princess?”

“Please. It hurts,” he cries, rubbing his face over my chest, his hands tugging my shirt up higher.

“Yeah, it does, baby boy. Let me make it feel better.”

“I can help too,” Vance says, jumping from the couch.

“You’re awake.”

“Sure am.” He licks his lips. “Princess isn’t exactly quiet. I have ways to help with that though.”

Glancing at Ambrose’s closed door, I rub a hand down Oakley’s back and slide a finger between his cheeks. The warmth pulls me in deeper, the tip of my finger circling his puckered skin.

“Ooph.” His teeth tug at the skin of my neck.

“Then you better get over here and do it already. With the way he keeps making all these cute little noises, Ambrose will be bursting through that door in no time.”

Smiling wide, Vance walks toward us and tugs down his underwear, keeping them in his hand as he walks closer.

“Such a fucking sight.” He strokes his cock while tugging on Oakley’s hair. Princess parts his lips, eyes half-lidded as Vance brings the crotch of his underwear to his nose. Inhaling deeply, princess slides a hand between his legs, palming his cock and moaning.

“Smell good, baby?”

“Mhm.” He licks at the fabric and my cock springs to life again, interested in a second go at that pretty mouth. Or maybe something else. My gaze drops to his cheeks spreading around my teasing fingers and more sounds come from him.

“Look at you. Such a little cock slut. Just had a taste of Mitch’s and now want mine.”

“Need to come,” he says, pressing his ass harder against my hand.

“Oh, you will. Over and over until I’m done with you. But before you can, I’ll need to keep you from waking Ambrose. He likes his sleep and takes this whole proving-himself thing seriously. We, on the other hand, can’t resist a yummy princess with a slutty hole.”

He whines, tugging at the cotton with his teeth. Vance shoves the underwear into his mouth, muffling his sounds. “I need you to hold those in there for me. Show us how long you can keep them in your mouth. You want to be good for us, don’t you?”

Oakley nods, his sounds not getting past the gag.

“Thought so. It’s like you were made to be our personal little plaything. To make us happy and let us use you however we need.”

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