Page 97 of Third Wheel

Zach dropped to his knees in front of her, pushing her legs a little farther apart as Kincaid’s hand retreated from there so Zach could clamp her clit. She leaned back on Kincaid, giving Zach more access to her sweet pussy.

“Look at our pretty little slut; she’s soaking wet,” Zach said, giving her pussy a stroke. The little nub of her clit was already peeking out at him, swollen and eager to be touched and rubbed and tormented.

“And she tastes delicious,” Kincaid responded, licking her cream from his fingers while still holding her by the throat with his other hand. “Such a good, sweet girl.”

“Thank you, Sirs,” she said, a little sassily, then moaned long and loud when Zach leaned forward and sucked her clit between his lips.

He wanted it nice and hard and swollen when he clamped it. It only took him a moment or two, more of a tease than anything else, before he released the tiny bud and replaced his mouth with the clamp. Her hips jerked forward as she gasped, shuddering against Kincaid, her eyelashes fluttering.

“Ooooooh…”

Zach’s cock jerked in reaction. Damn, he liked it when she made little noises like that. He reached out and tugged gently on the chain connecting her nipples to her clit, pulling on all three sensitive buds at once, and she cried out.

“Now that our pretty girl is decorated… on your knees, Zach,” Kincaid said with a wicked grin. “You can let go of me now, Amy.” He shifted her as her arms dropped, moving her to the side, though his fingers were still wrapped around her throat as he guided her to where he wanted her—right next to him.

Zach dropped to his knees in front of Kincaid, his mouth immediately watering as the bulge in the other man’s jeans was right at face level. His own dick twitched in envy, but he was pretty sure this was part of his penance—being on his knees, taking Kincaid down his throat while he got nothing.

He’d eventually get what he wanted, but Kincaid was going to make him wait for it.

Freeing Kincaid’s cock from his jeans, he didn’t wait to be told what to do. He wanted to make today up to Kincaid. Gripping his boyfriend’s cock by the root, he opened his mouth and sucked the length of it between his lips, taking him deep from the get-go.

Kincaid groaned, his fingers threading into Zach’s hair to hold him in place. The groan was muffled after a moment, and Zach tilted his head back to look up. While he swallowed Kincaid’s cock, Kincaid had turned his head and lowered it to take Amy’s lips in a kiss. Her soft curves were pressed against his side, the chain hanging right next to Zach’s face, as Kincaid plundered her mouth with his tongue.

At the same time, he gripped Zach’s hair tightly, holding him in place as he began to fuck Zach’s mouth with his cock, using Zach for his pleasure. Zach knew the rhythm—sometimes Kincaid liked to get off fast, so he could take his time with the next round without struggling to hold himself back from coming.

It meant he planned to use Zach’s ass hard. He felt his cheeks clench in anticipation as he sucked Kincaid’s dick harder, trying to give his boyfriend what he wanted.

Amy

Her nipples and clit throbbed as Kincaid kissed the ever-loving fuck out of her. She leaned against him, the gentle sway of the chain brushing cool metal against her skin but also tugging lightly on the clamps where it was attached to her. All the while, she was hyperaware of Zach on his knees beside her, Kincaid’s cock down his throat. The hot, wet sound of Kincaid fucking Zach’s mouth was driving her a little wild, and as much as she wanted to keep kissing Kincaid, she also wanted to watch.

When Kincaid finally pulled away, groaning as his head fell back, she was finally able to look down. His fingers were still curved around the back of her neck, holding her beside him, making her feel like a little doll that he was moving around. She watched as he thrust deep into Zach’s mouth. Zach’s hands were on Kincaid’s hips, his gaze trained upward.

He’d been watching Kincaid, but as Amy looked down at him, his gaze shifted and clashed with hers. The sight of Kincaid’s cock between Zach’s lips down to the root took her breath away. It was incredibly hot. She squeezed her thighs together, making her moan as the pressure on the clamp increased, and she winced in pained pleasure at the sensation.

Kincaid’s grip on her neck tightened, then relaxed. She watched as Zach’s eyes unfocused, his throat working, and knew Kincaid was cumming. Her own body was buzzing eagerly, her heartbeat a steady pulse in her clamped nipples and clit, and she whimpered, rubbing herself against Kincaid as he came. She felt so needy as his thumb stroked her neck while he let out a long sigh.

His hand in Zach’s hair relaxed its grip, and he cradled the other man’s head. Zach’s eyes closed for a brief moment, then they opened again as Kincaid pulled back, his cock shiny from Zach’s saliva and slowly shrinking back to its normal proportions.

“Good boy,” Kincaid said, caressing Zach’s head. His thumb moved against Amy’s neck at the same time, and she leaned into it, wriggling a little.

She’d been a good girl, too, and she wanted a reward.

As if he’d heard her thoughts, Kincaid chuckled and turned his head to look at her.

“Your turn, princess. Get on the couch and lie back. Zach’s going to fuck you, and you can cum as often as you can.” He turned to look down at Zach, giving the other man’s hair anotherquick, sharp grip. “You, boy, aren’t allowed to cum until I tell you to. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir,” Zach said, licking his lips as he looked up at Kincaid with a hot gaze. Then, that hot gaze shifted to Amy and turned into a blaze that heated her from the inside out.

He wanted to fuck her as badly as she wanted him to.

Kincaid gave her a little nudge.

“On the couch, Amy,” he reminded her.

Oops. Right. She deserved the little slap he gave her ass when she started moving again, the sting adding to her arousal.

The couch was only a step away… but she hesitated, not sure exactly how he wanted her on it. As usual, Kincaid was on top of things.

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