Page 72 of Visions, Paws, and Claws

Hashtag’s fingers trembled as he removed Roadkill’s clothing, especially when he got down to his briefs, where his cock strained against the black cotton, the head already poking above the waistband. Hashtag’s light touch on his dick only served to ramp up Roadkill’s desire.

“Take ’em off,” he instructed.

Hashtag slowly lowered the briefs, revealing Roadkill’s erection an inch at a time until at last it sprang free, pointing to the ceiling.

“Wow.” Eve’s voice sounded awed, and Roadkill felt way taller than his five feet and seven inches. “Talk about packing.”

Hashtag grasped the hem of his own tee, and Roadkill frowned. “Did I say you could?”

The tremors that rippled through Hashtag sent a clear message.

Holy fuck, he’s really digging this.

Roadkill spread his feet apart. “On your knees. Suck it.” He caught the hitch in Eve’s breathing, but his hearing only confirmed the thoughts that filled her head.

If this is what it’s going to be like every time….

I know!The delight in Eve’s voice lit him up inside. Then Roadkill groaned when Hashtag gave the head of his cock a hard suck.

“No hands,” he instructed. “Just your mouth.” He cupped Hashtag’s head and gave a leisurely thrust before going deeper.

So thick. So fucking long.Hashtag’s eyes were huge as he swallowed more and more of Roadkill’s shaft.

Roadkill smiled. “Good boy. That’s it, take it.” He pulled free and smacked the head of his dick a couple of times against Hashtag’s cheek before sliding it once more between his lips. “Take your cock out. Show me how hard this gets you.”

Hashtag fumbled with the zipper, shoving his jeans over his hips, his shaft bobbing up. Roadkill loved how it curved to the left, precum descending from the slit in a glistening trickle.

This is amazing. I feel everything that you do. Watching you adds to it all.Even her thoughts had a breathless quality to them.

“Nowyou can get undressed,” Roadkill told him.

Hashtag’s grin was a thing of beauty. “Yes, sir.” He stood and discarded his clothing in the blink of an eye, his erection evidence of his arousal. Roadkill took a moment to admire the deep vee that led from above Hashtag’s hips to his pubic hair, the flatness of his belly, the smooth skin in direct contrast to his stubble-covered jaw.

He drew Hashtag to him, unable to ignore the siren call of that mouth, desperate to taste those lips again.

“Get his hole ready,” Eve instructed.

Roadkill grinned. “There’s lube in the nightstand drawer.”

Eve chuckled. “Uh-uh. Don’t prep him with your fingers. Use your mouth.”

What the—

“I… I….”

“You’ve never done that?” Eve laughed. “So you’re okay sticking your dick in a hole, but not your tongue?” She cocked her head. “You ever had your ass eaten?” He shook his head, and she chuckled. “The thought turns you on, though, right? That much I can tell.”

Roadkill couldn’t hide a damn thing from her, and he knew it.

Eve gave him a triumphant smile. “In that case… eat his ass. Jump to it, baby.”

Then he realized Hashtag was already on the bed on his hands and knees, back arched, ass tilted, his knees wide.

Roadkill snorted. “Oh, so you like that idea too, huh?”

Hashtag twisted to glance at him over his shoulder. “Yes, sir.” He raised his chin, and Eve kissed him. She gazed along his body, smiling.

“Still enjoying the view?” Roadkill asked.

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