Page 65 of The Wayward Sons & The Vampires of Fortune
The head of his cock pressed against that tight right of muscles. With one swift thrust, he filled me completely. As he did, Sam released my throat. The rush of air sent me flying.
Combined just like this, the two of them almost sent me over the edge without ever touching my dick. I clung to some kind of flimsy sense of control as if they weren’t both working me over.
Ryder’s fingers found mine, fingers weaving together in a silent and soft gesture while he gripped my thigh to keep me in position. I held onto him as he drove into me, his pace steady and the angle sweeping over my prostate every time.
“Don’t come,” Sam reiterated.Yeah, that stern look on his face as he said it wasn’t helping anything.His thumb hooked over my bottom jaw and opened my mouth—not that I wasn’t ready for it. As his dick slid over my tongue, his hand firmly locked around my neck to hold me in place. My pulse throbbed against his palm, beating wildly while the two of them used me.
I was a shaking mess long before Ryder’s free hand wrapped around my cock. He matched the steady pace he set. The rough calluses against my sensitive skin had me reeling. My back arched off the bed, and Sam took the chance to fuck my mouth faster. The musky scent of him was intoxicating, only adding to my arousal.
“That’s it, honey,” Ryder praised. “You’re such a good boy, taking both our cocks like this.”
I moaned around Sam’s dick.I was fucking dying. Desperate. Falling apart.I needed to come so bad it damn near hurt.
“Tongue out, sunshine,” Sam ordered, his tone tight. He pulled out quickly, leaving me panting underneath him. His fist furiously stroked through that last little stretch needed to send him over the edge. He groaned as thick ropes of cum painted my tongue and slid into my mouth, the taste of him making me moan.
Ryder’s pace picked up, his movements becoming staggered as he gave into his own needs.Faster. Harder.The feel of Ryder’s last bit of control snapping as he fucked me quickly did me in. It always did.
“Fuck,” I gasped, unable to stop it. I pushed Ryder’s hand out of the way and took over stroking my dick. I needed more, and I wanted him to focus on his own release. Some semblance of words spilled out of me as I came hard, cum spilling across my stomach. Ryder dragged me tight onto his cock as he came with a deep groan, his body shuddering against mine.
In the comedown, comfortable silence fell over us as we each worked to catch our breath. Ryder slipped out of me, and I felt how his cum slid out of me—trickling down my ass. I grinned, euphoric and drunk on the moment. I’d never not enjoy that feeling.
“Should we clean you up, or just leave you like this, sunshine?” Sam teased, smiling down at me.
“He does look good painted in cum,” Ryder said.
“Leave me,” I sighed, “I’ll die happy.”
“So dramatic.” Sam laughed. He kissed me once before leaning over and licking cum off my stomach. I groaned, feeling my dick twitch in response.
“Yup. I’m goin’ to die happy.” I shut my eyes and focused on deep breaths to calm the racing of my heart. I felt good—the kind of good that had me melting into the bed and ready to pass out.
So much so that I almost missed the joint effort to get me clean. It wasn’t until Sam gave my cheeks a gentle squeeze that I opened one eye.
“Head on the pillows, sunshine,” he told me as Ryder climbed into bed. I rolled up and onto my side, slinging a leg between Ryder’s and slipping my fingers between his. Behind me, Sam wrapped one arm around my torso and moved in closer until I was snugly cuddled between the two of them.
I pressed a kiss to Ryder’s shoulder as the weight of the week hit me like a truck. Closing my eyes, I let it. I was due for a damn good nap.
“I’m just sayin’,” I muttered as I began to feel myself drift off to sleep, “all hunts should end this way.”
Someone chuckled, but I was too far gone to know who.
CHAPTER 45
You smell that?” Gray exclaimed. He stood on the plane steps and breathed in deeply. “That’s the smell of vacation. And freedom. Maybe some ocean in there. Is that barbecue I smell?”
“I’m fairly certain that’s the smell of you needing a shower,” Sam commented from behind us. I chuckled. “Move your ass, sunshine. I have things to do besides wait for you to do an aroma analysis.”
“I’m goin’, I’m goin’!” he grumped—though it was playful. His happiness and ease rolled off of him in a comforting way. “Baby, what’re we doin’ first?”
“Showering,” I said.
“Yeah, but then?”
“Napping.”
“Baby!” He let out an exasperated sound, turning as he landed on the asphalt to glare at me. Despite his grump, the way his aviators perched low on his nose as he scrutinized me wasadorable. I liked him like this—in his element and having a good time.
“Tell me we don’t need both?” I challenged. “And a good meal while we’re at it.”
