Page 8 of Carry Your Debt

And so the madness grows.

When I finally come back to myself, it’s to the sound of jagged panting. And then to the image of Sabine’s elfin face—eyes wide, pupils blown, high cheekbones tinged rosy pink.

She’s a picture of pure satiation, and it stirs a pleased rumble in my chest.

Now I’m staring at her mouth, like it’s begging me to suck on that plump upper lip. I’m desperate to tease my tongue along the piercing I know I’ll find hiding behind it. I definitely should’ve kissed her long before we made it to this point, but they do say there’s no time like the present.

I lean in.

A gravelly “fuck,” cuts in from our immediate left.

Annoyed by the sudden interruption, I turn my head to find Rhett, breathing like he’s the one who just had a blackout fuck.My eyes drop to find his sweats shoved down, a cum-covered fist still wrapped around his dick, and slick fingers toying with the bars of his ladder. His hot gaze is locked to where I’m still buried inside Sabine.

Kiss forgotten, all three of us watch, fixated, as I make a slow, dramatic show of withdrawing my cock. Sabine’s pussy—just as stubborn as the girl herself—never stops fighting to relinquish its stranglehold. It’s not until the head forcibly slips free that our combined fluids can flow out.

I think I stop breathing altogether when Rhett leans over, scoops up the mess with two thick fingers, and then pushes the lot back inside. “Waste not, want not, baby,” he teases her before turning his attention to me.

Our eyes lock, and my hand shoots out to grab his bicep, my grip rough. My head, at this point, is still pure chaos, and speech feels cumbersome.

“Taste us,” are the only two words my tongue is able to form, but I still manage somehow to lace them with enough dominance that Rhett and Sabine both moan in unison.

Just as smoothly as he did before, Rhett kneels down between us. His fists—one still covered in cum—rest on his massive thighs, his hair an absolute mess from our grasping fingers. I expect his focus to pull back to our girl like a magnet, but as I step closer, his eyes remain trained on my stillveryhard dick. He watches as my thumb and index finger form a tight ring around the base of my shaft before sliding along its length, deliberately gathering mine and Sabine’s combined releases as I go. As soon as I finish coating the head, I step forward and press it against Rhett’s waiting lips.

And with another deep groan that Sabine and I both echo—Rhett proceeds to make an absolute meal of my basted cock.

His talented tongue laves and swirls and caresses, replacing our mixed fluids with nothing but his own saliva, and when hedeems the job done, he slides off my length with an audible pop and a salacious grin.

Fuck.

My mouth hangs open.

I should really tell him how fucking amazing that was, how well he did for me.

How nothing between us can or will ever be the same.

But I’m still stuck in my post-coital fog, still at a complete and utter loss for words.

It’s Sabine, of course, who recovers first and breaks our heated stare-off.

“Holyfuckingbucket list,Batman.”

“Don’t you meanfuck-itlist?”Dionysus snickers as he stands, shooting me yet another of those wide, carnal smirks of his. It’s a classic Rhett Orbison move that even on its own could threaten spontaneous impregnation—but then he goes and follows it up by lazily dragging his tongue over the hand he just finished jerking off with.

My teeth sink straight into my lip at the sight, and I quickly cross my legs. I’m a complete sucker for a man who doesn’t balk at his own taste, so watching him lap up the aftermath like that?Always hot.

Notas hot as watching him do the same thing to Zeus’s massive cock, though.

Good. Fucking. Lord.

I’m going to be walking in cursive for days.

The man in question only shakes his head at Dio’s antics, tucking himself away while muttering darkly beneath his breath. Agitated fingers spear through equally dark hair.

Oh, hellno,mister.

Not even that signature eye roll of yours will be spoiling this absolute fucking unicorn of a moment for me.

Because not only is there now a gentle lull in the noise that infects my brain on the daily—it’s all thanks to tandem orgasms, delivered bythesetwo men in particular.

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