Page 21 of Milked

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” Knox ordered me.

I did as I was told, not yet grasping if I was aroused again or repulsed that Finn spat my cum back into my mouth.

“Swallow it.”

I’d never tasted my own cum before, or hell, any guy’s cum. Knox was right; it was sweet, yet the texture was weird. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

Knox wiggled a finger at me. “Come here and sit on my lap, facing me. I want you to kiss me so I can taste your tongue.”

I padded over to where he was sitting and straddled his lap before sitting on his spread thighs. It was a little strange that he was still dressed while I was completely naked. His hard cock tried to force its way out of his shorts, while mine had gone flaccid.

I rested my hands on the back of the chair behind his shoulders and leaned forward to press my lips to his. As soon as his tongue swiped my lips, I opened to him, letting him explore my flavor.

As our kiss deepened, Finn came up behind me and peppered kisses to my neck and throat as his finger grazed over my exposed hole, but not penetrating me. Already my dick wanted to come alive again.

Just when I was about to get lost being sandwiched between the two men, Knox pulled away and kissed Finn, full of sloppy tongue and nibbling lips.

“I want that,” I blurted. “I mean… sir.”

Knox placed his hand behind my head and pulled me into him again, this time owning me and my mouth. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I got lost in his lips, and Finn’s finger now thrusting into me.

Suddenly, my head was yanked back, leaving me gasping before Finn kissed me, tongue fucking my mouth as Knox explored my body with his palms, running them over my shoulders, arms, chest, and abs before pinching my nipples. I shuddered, loving the sensation.

My cock was semi-hard again, straining for more pleasure.

“Enough,” Knox said, bursting out of my aroused bubble. “Grab the lube, Finn.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Finn walked behind the desk, opened the drawer, and pulled out a small plastic bottle.

“Ryder, I’m going to stand, and you’re going to undress me. Then Finn will ride me as you learn to suck cock—his cock. Understood?”

I swallowed and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Knox stood, and I fingered the edge of the fabric from his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing more tattoos than on his arms. His chest was dusted with salt-and-pepper hair, and I looked forward to running my fingers through it. Like Finn, I barely had any on my chest.

Something told me to take care of his clothes, so I folded the T-shirt and set it on the desk.

“What a good boy you are,” Knox said, clearly pleased.

I weirdly beamed at the praise, enjoying that I’d read Knox correctly.

Next, I fingered the button on his linen shorts and undid them, along with the zipper. They slipped off his thighs and down to his ankles, exposing white boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his ample and swollen package.

God, I hoped that thing fit inside me when it came time to have sex.

I bent down, picked up the shorts, folded them, and placed them on top of his shirt.

Last went his underwear, which I slowly peeled off, exposing a large cock. Holy hell… he had the same piercing as Finn, but his ring was thicker. Knox’s dick was bigger than Finn’s and mine, and I was definitely worried about pain.

I swallowed hard and looked at Knox. “C-can I touch your chest, sir?”

His mouth quirked into a slight smile. “You may.”

My palms rested on his abs and moved up to his chest, where I curled my fingers through the chest hair. It was softer than it looked. “I like this.” My voice came out as barely a whisper.

My thumb grazed one of his nipples. “Can I lick this… sir?”

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