Page 16 of Hunting for Acceptance

Oh, hello.

The three of us haven’t done anything more than share some kisses since we learned about being Dorian’s true mates. We’ve been taking things slow. Plus, there’s the dread of today hanging over our heads. Despite that, I would be lying if I said I didn’t want more.

I can be as patient as they need me to be, but that doesn’t stop my body from craving them in every sexy way imaginable. They’re both incredibly attractive! I can’t be blamed for that!

So when I feel Martin’s morning wood against my ass, I can’t stop myself from moving my hips just right, rubbing my ass against him. His arms tighten around me as he grinds against my backside. Fuck, that feels so good and my own dick is hard in my boxers.

Martin’s mouth finds the back of my neck, kissing me gently and making my skin blossom with goosebumps. I just barely keep a moan at bay, not wanting to wake up Dorian if he’s still sleeping.

I didn’t need to worry though. “What a good way to wake up,” Dorian murmurs, his hand snaking across Martin and around my stomach.

I flip around so I’m facing Martin, pulling him into a fierce kiss, shoving my tongue into his mouth. I’m so fucking horny and want him so fucking badly. But if he gives any hesitation, I’ll pull away, not wanting to rush him into anything before he’s ready.

His hand cups my face as Dorian’s hand slides under my shirt, his nails digging into my back. A pleased noise leaves my lips and Martin catches it in his mouth. My hips push forward, sliding our fronts together. Martin’s answering hardness only makes my lust brighter.

“I want you,” I whisper against Martin’s lips. “I want to taste you. Can I, Martin?”

Martin’s dark eyes widen and Dorian’s fingers dig even harder into my skin. He peeks over Martin’s shoulder. “Please, Martin? Can Cooper suck your dick?”

Martin sputters, his cheeks flaming. I can feel the way his cock twitches against my hip, but that’s not consent so I wait until finally he kisses my lips one more time and answers. “Yeah. Suck my cock, Cooper.”

“Fuck,” I hiss out, my stomach exploding in pleasure. I tug the blanket free, letting it fall to the ground before sliding down the bed. “Hips up,” I whisper, tugging his sleep pants and boxers down. When his cock springs free, I just barely keep a groan at bay.

Martin’s dick is fucking perfect. It’s long and thick andpretty.I can’t wait to have my mouth on it. So I don’t.

Wrapping my hand around the base, I hold it up and wrap my lips around the pink head.

“Shit, Cooper,” Martin murmurs. I look up at him, my stomach fluttering to find two sets of eyes watching me suck Martin’s cock. I take him in deeper just to see their reactions and I’m not disappointed. My own dickthrobswith how turned on I am, but that’s easy to ignore as I give Martin pleasure.

“He’s so pretty like this, isn’t he, Martin? You’re so lucky to get to feel his mouth first. Maybe you should say thank you.”

Martin swallows, his cheeks pink with a blush that runs down his throat. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. “Thank you, Cooper.”

I moan around his cock, the vibrations running through both of us. His hands find my hair, running through the strands before holding on. I love this. His taste, the feel of him on my tongue, the weight of their eyes on me. It’s all so fucking good.

“Can I join you for a taste?”

I nod my head, scooting over to give Dorian room. He kneels beside me and I reluctantly pull off of Martin’s cock. Instead of diving down right away, Dorian pulls me into a kiss, his tongue swirling against mine. I realize with a start that he’s tasting Martinon my tongue.

“Gods, he’s delicious,” Dorian murmurs before ducking down and taking Martin’s cock into his mouth. Fuck, that’s so hot. I could get off just from watching this.

I don’t stay still for long because Dorian is grabbing my ear and pulling me down with him. I’m not sure how I know what he wants but somehow I just do. I lean down, tilting my head to the side and Dorian does the same. We both open our mouths, sticking out our tongues with Martin’s cock in-between. We somehow make a wet tunnel for Martin to fuck using our mouths combined.

“Shit. Fuck. Gods,” Martin murmurs above us, his hands finding our hair and latching on. He tugs and I groan in pleasure. It’s like we’re sharing a kiss with Martin’s cock in the mix. It’s so fucking hot and I can’t imagine what Martin must be seeing, the visual must be so fucking sexy.

A hand finds my cock, squeezing me through my boxers. I close my eyes, just enjoying the feeling of Dorian’s hand on me and Martin’s cock against my tongue. This isn’t going to last very long.

“This isn’t gonna last very long,” Martin grits out through clenched teeth, mirroring my exact thought. I don’t want Dorian to be left out so I reach over, sliding my hand over his toned stomach before searching lower, wanting to stroke him and make sure he’s feeling just as good as he’s making me and Martin feel.

Dorian moans and I can feel it against my tongue, vibrating through Martin’s dick. Fuck, that’s so hot. Dorian’s hand tightens around my cock and I squirm, chasing his touch.

“Fuck. I’m coming,” Martin murmurs, his fingers tightening in my hair. I lavish my tongue against his balls, feeling them tighten and pull up towards his body as he comes, while Dorian takes the tip into his mouth, swallowing Martin’s cum.

The noises that Martin makes above us makes my own dick throb, wanting to follow him over the edge desperately. Dorian pops off of Martin’s dick, making a noise that’s easy to interpret as him wanting to kiss me. As his tongue enters my mouth, my eyes pop open in surprise, the tangy, salty taste of Martin’s cum flooding my mouth.

I groan as I come, spilling over Dorian’s fist. He strokes me through it as we kiss, trading the taste of Martin’s cum back and forth. I tighten my grip on his cock, my movements quickening until Dorian’s breath is hitching as he comes as well.

I don’t think I’ll ever forget the breathy little noises Dorian makes as he comes and I can’t wait to replicate it over and over and over again in the future. This is just the beginning and my insides turn to warm goo as I process that thought.

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