Page 110 of Beyond the Darkness

Connie ended his kiss, then tugged at the silk panties, peeling them away to reveal Kit fully.

Both Connie and Hudson finished stripping, neither taking their eyes off Kit.

Hudson stepped forward, gently guiding Kit’s chin toward him for another deep kiss that left them all breathless. Meanwhile, Connie knelt, planting soft kisses along Kit’s thighs, making his way until he was breathing hotly against Kit’s aroused length.

The heat of Connie’s mouth. The feel of his lips wrapped around Kit’s shaft. The fucking suction. Kit was in heaven and hell at once. The need to come built, but he fought it. Damn if he would come this soon.

Hudson broke the kiss and looked into Kit’s eyes with an expression that promised so much more. He gently twisted one of Kit’s nipples. “He’s good at that, isn’t he?”

Kit’s eyes rolled back in his head. He figured that was answer enough. The sensation of both men giving him such focused attention was overwhelming. The pleasure built within him like a storm.

“Are you ready?” Hudson asked softly, his voice rough with his own desire.

“God, yes!”

“On the bed, then,” Hudson said. “Connie, you’re going to fuck him first while I edge him.”

Kit groaned. That meant Hudson was going to tease his dick until his head exploded—it could be either head at this point. It was going to be a game of control, each touch bringing him closer to the brink of madness. And he would be caught between wanting it to end and never wanting it to stop.

He reached for the pearl body chain, but Hudson stopped him. Oh shit, they were going to take him with it on. He sank onto the soft, plush bed and sprawled out on his back, lazily stroking his erection. The familiar heat and pressure built inside him as Hudson joined him on the bed.

Without hesitation, he knocked Kit’s hand away and took over, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through Kit’s body.

Kit bit his lip as he listened to Connie squirt lube, then jerked when one of his fingers gently teased at his entrance before pressing inside him. He spread his legs to give Connie more room, and the stretch was delicious. He moaned at the feeling of being filled even by just a little.

Connie worked him open while Hudson teased him within an inch of his life. Hudson’s hands did wicked things to Kit’s cock, and his head spun as every stroke and probe pushed him closer to the edge. But Hudson kept him hanging there.

Connie groaned. “By the Flames, you just suck my finger right in.”

When Kit started to press back, Connie added another finger, twisting and turning them. When he hit that spot, Kit nearly came off the bed.

“There we go.”

Kit gasped as Connie finger-fucked him hard, nailing his hot spot. After what seemed like an eternity, Kit knew he was about to lose control. “In me. Please! I need you in me!”

Connie aligned one of Kit’s legs on his shoulder, then slid into Kit. With one slow push, he joined their bodies, drawing a long groan from Kit as he was filled, making his toes curl, and his thoughts scatter.

Connie set a slow rhythm, and Hudson rubbed the tip of Kit’s cock with his thumb. Leaning over, Hudson captured Kit’s lips once again in a demanding kiss that swallowed all his moans.

Together, they moved like a well-choreographed dance. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure: the slick noises of skin on skin, their combined heavy breathing, and low groans that verged on growls from deep within their chests.

Each moment heightened their connection until their bond glowed brightly. Nothing else existed beyond this room—beyond this intimate union of bodies and hearts. This wasn’t just about pleasure. It was about celebrating their bond and the force tying them together.

As they approached climax together, hands gripped tighter, kisses became more desperate, and whispers of love and need circulated through the charged air. Hudson’s grip tightened on Kit’s cock, his movements more deliberate, guiding him with an unspoken urgency that matched Connie’s steady thrusts.

Kit was caught in a whirlwind of sensation, each touch spiraling him closer to the brink. He reached out, threading his fingers through Hudson’s as Connie adjusted his angle slightly, hitting deeper.

The rhythm built—a relentless tempo that pulled cries from Kit’s throat. Their bodies moved in harmony, sweat mingling, breaths syncing. Hudson circled his thumb once more around the head of Kit’s cock before pressing firmly, pushing him over the edge into an intense orgasm that rocked through his body like a seismic wave.

As Kit shuddered between them, Connie followed close behind, his own release overtaking him with a low, drawn-out moan. His thrusts slowed, dragging out the pleasure until he finally stilled completely.

Hudson was the last to find his release, jerking off as he watched. With a final kiss to Kit’s lips—a kiss that seemed to seal their shared experience—he let go, warmth spreading between them.

After a few moments of catching their breath, they collapsed into a tangled heap on the bed. Kit was sandwiched between Hudson and Connie, surrounded by the comforting weight of their bodies. He could feel their hearts beating against him, strong and steady—an echo of his own heart.

Soft kisses were exchanged lazily among them as they relaxed in the afterglow. The room was quiet except for their soft murmurs of affection and the occasional chuckle when one of them moved and elicited a slight groan from the others due to oversensitive skin.

“I love you both so much,” Hudson murmured as he traced idle patterns on Kit’s arm.

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