Page 64 of The Wayward Sons & The Vampires of Fortune
I didn’t reply. Instead, my hips rolled against his, desperate for more of that friction. His fingers traced around my dick—almost but never touching. I groaned with frustration.
“Are you going to listen, Gray?” Sam demanded. “Or should we stop now?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, “I’ll listen.”
“Good boy.” His palm smoothed over my dick, and my legs damn near gave out. “Now, get on your knees.”
I dropped to my knees without hesitation and watched with appreciation as Sam unbuckled his pants. I ran my hand up Ryder’s thigh, over the bulge in his jeans, and fumbled to undo his belt. His deep chuckle shot straight to my cock.I fucking loved that sound, especially as I wound him up and watched him unravel.
“Eyes on me, Gray,” Ryder said. My gaze drifted from Sam to him, and he nodded down to his belt in a silent order. I shifted closer as I undid his belt and then his pants. His dick sprang free, twitching in front of me as I shoved his pants down.
My tongue flicked out to lick his slit—to taste the precum gathering there—but he stopped me from doing so.
“Not yet,” he told me.
“Please?”Was I above begging?Absolutely not. And especially not when I was on my knees for both of them.
“Open your mouth, honey,” Ryder ordered while his fingers gently tangled in my hair as he rotated my head. Sam’s dick was level with my mouth, glistening with precum and making mymouth water. I did as I was told, and Ryder pushed my head gently forward. “Good boy, Gray.”
Bracing on Sam’s thigh, I smoothed a hand down Ryder’s dick as Sam’s hips rocked forward. His length glided over my tongue in short and smooth passes.
“Look at you, sunshine,” Sam murmured. “Such a pretty thing on your knees for us. Do you know how good you look with my cock in your mouth?”
My head bobbed up and down his length under Ryder’s direction. I liked the feel of his hand in my hair. I liked the way he told me what to do to Sam.
Reaching across the space between them, I watched as Sam curled a hand around the back of Ryder’s neck and dragged his mouth to his in a rough kiss. I stared up at them in complete fascination, my fists moving up and down both of their cocks. Ryder met Sam’s demand in a messy and hot clash of teeth and tongue that had me harder than I thought imaginable.
For a brief moment, Sam tore away, and that vivid gaze collided with mine.
“You’re not sucking, sunshine,” he told me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my mouth down on Ryder’s cock. I gagged around his thick length as he hit the back of my throat, but fuck, it turned me on all the more. “Don’t stop unless we tell you to, got it?”
I made an unintelligible sound around Ryder’s dick—some kind of acknowledgment to his directions.
He kept a hand on my head, forcefully guiding my head up and down Ryder’s length, while they went back to kissing. Ryder ran the pads of his fingers softly down my cheek and along my scruffy jaw. The rough and gentle contrast was delicious in a way I couldn’t describe.
All I knew was I wanted more. I wanted whatever the hell they were willing to put me through—even if they hadn’t let me takemy pants off yet. I was throbbing and dying, burning up and ready to combust.
“On the bed, Gray,” Ryder said, breathing hard as he broke the kiss. “I want to watch him fuck your mouth while you take my cock.”
CHAPTER 44
My head hung off the side of the bed with Sam’s hand around my throat. He gave it an affectionate squeeze as he tapped his cock against my lips, precum smearing across my lips.
“Open,” he said. He filled my mouth with his dick when I did as he ordered, pushing until he hit the back of my throat. I breathed out as he thrust deeper into my throat. The weight of his balls was heavy against my face as he fucked my mouth slowly. “That’s it, sunshine. Show Ryder how well you take my cock.”
I whimpered as Ryder took his time from his spot between my legs, working a single lubed finger in and out of me at an agonizing pace.It wasn’t enough.I wanted more—needed more.
“Did you say something, Gray?” Sam asked as he eased his cock from my mouth. “Are you complaining? Good boys don’t complain.”
His hand squeezed tighter around my neck until he cut off my air supply. My eyes rolled back with the sensation, the air practically vibrating around me as he sent me floating. Whilehe did, Ryder curled his finger as he thrust it in and out of me, stroking my prostate each time.
Holy fucking hell.
I saw stars. Some kind of sound came out of me—quiet and erotic. My balls drew up tight, and my dick leaked against my stomach. I was so impossibly close that I could practically taste it.
“Don’t come yet, Gray.” Ryder smoothed his hands over my thighs, widening them. “I plan to be buried inside this ass when you come.”
Like I was going to argue with that plan.
