Page 27 of Third Wheel

“Do you think she’d like watching you get off in my mouth? Then watching me turn you over so I can fuck your ass until you’re crying for mercy?” Almost before he’d finished speaking, Kincaid lowered his mouth again, sucking Zach’s cock between his lips and taking him in deep. The thick head nudged against the back of his throat, and he swallowed, working the muscles so he could take Zach down to the root.

His boyfriend cried out, fingers flexing against the base of his skull. Kincaid felt the first pulse against his tongue before the stream of liquid jetted down his throat. He swallowed again, sucking and pulling the pleasure from Zach’s cock, drinking it all down as the liquid heated the inside of his stomach.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” Zach panted, his hips trying to push upward, despite Kincaid’s weight pressing down on them, until he went limp beneath him, and the stiff ridge of his dick began to slowly soften between Kincaid’s lips.

Kincaid let the suction lessen. His own cock was hard as a rock, and he wanted to be buried inside Zach… now.

Zach had said he wanted it hard and fast.

Pulling his mouth away from Zach’s cock, he used his leverage—and Zach’s passivity following his climax—to turn him over onto his knees, shoving a pillow beneath his hips for good measure.

“I hope you’re ready to be my little fuckboy,” he said, leaning over to rest the length of his cock between Zach’s upturned buttocks so he could open the drawer to the nightstand and get the lube.

“Yes, Sir,” Zach said, still panting. He whimpered slightly as Kincaid pulled away. They’d had sex often enough that he didn’t always stretch Zach, especially when he wanted the other man to really feel it. He knew he wasn’t going to injure Zach; he just had to go slow on entry.

Zach

His own softened dick nestled against the pillow, Zach felt the tip of Kincaid’s hard cock press against his hole. Slick, hard, and hot, he groaned as Kincaid pushed forward, burying his face in the sheets to try to stifle the noise. This was exactly what he’d wanted tonight.

The dirty talk.

The roughness.

The stretch of Kincaid’s cock opening him up without the benefit of fingers or a toy beforehand.

It hurt, in a good way, burning as his sphincter was forced open by the thick cock. A sting that ached but wasn’t more than he could handle as Kincaid began the long slide into his ass.

“Good job, little fuckboy,” Kincaid said, sliding his hand over the back of Zach’s head, gripping him by the hair, and pullinghim back so Zach was impaling himself on Kincaid’s cock. “You feel so good, so tight, around my cock.”

Zach whimpered.

This was the part of him he’d been scared of. The part of him that loved being called a little fuckboy. The part of him that loved taking Kincaid up his ass and being praised for it. The part of him he’d tried to deny for so long, he still felt slightly ashamed of even as he reveled in it.

“You’re going to take my whole cock, then I’m going to use this sweet ass for my own pleasure. And you’re going to love it, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Zach gasped as Kincaid retreated slightly, then thrust in deeper, harder.

His opening ached around the thick girth of Kincaid’s cock. Unlike a toy, it was thick the whole way down, and Kincaid actually got wider at the root, which meant the deeper he went, the more Zach’s muscles had to stretch to accommodate him.

“Oh, fuck…” Zach tried to muffle his groans as Kincaid bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressing against Zach’s prostate as he passed by. Whimpering, Zach pushed back against the man, his muscles clenching Kincaid’s cock, massaging it.

“Good little fuckboy.” Kincaid growled the praise right before he began to fuck Zach into the mattress.

Amy

Oh God, oh God, oh God…

She needed noise-canceling headphones.

Or a TV she could turn up really loud.

Something.

There was no way she was going to be able to live here with them while they were making those kinds of noises on a regular basis. She would spontaneously combust. She felt utterly filthy as she rubbed her clit, listening to them, but she couldn’t stop herself. She needed to cum so badly.

It was like all the tension that had built up inside her all week long had wound her tight, and she was so close to release…

“Fuck!”

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