Page 152 of The Substitute
Ambrose scoots in behind me and kisses the back of my neck and my shoulder.
I hum at the attention and shift my hips, rubbing my cock against Savage’s hip.
“Do you need something?” Savage smirks, lifting my chin with his fingers.
“Yes,” I whine when Ambrose grinds his hard dick against my ass, which pushes mine against Savage again.
I whimper as I let myself go and enjoy the attention and both of their hands on me.
“If one of you doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to throw a fit.”
“I was working you up to it. We need to stretch you out more.”
“Wait, what?” Ambrose says. “Have you fingered him?”
“Have you not?” Savage asks over my shoulder.
“What? No.”
I don’t need to see Savage’s face to know the shit eating grin is back.
“Do you have lube?”
I pant and squirm between them. Ambrose moans low in his throat and grips my hip while Savage slides his hand into my boxers.
“You either need to go sit in the cuck chair or leave.” Ambrose groans, pulling at me desperately.
“Who said it was your turn? You’ve had him alone for a week.”
“You’ve been in his ass. I think it’s my turn to be inside him,” Ambrose argues, and all I can do is groan. It’s kinda hot to have them fighting over me.
“I’ve spit in his mouth, too. Do you feel the need to mark that as well.”
Ambrose hisses. “Of course you did. Probably your cum.”
“Damn right.” There’s a smirk in Savage’s voice.
I’m getting desperate, and they are one upping each other.
“I do not have the time or stamina to keep rotating like we were before!” I am bright red, but I have got to do something about this—maybe make them work together.
Yes. The idea fully starts to form. It’s a fantasy I’ve buried deep since Ambrose watched us, and I never thought it would happen, but why not? Teamwork makes people get along better; there is, like, research and shit to prove it.
“What are you saying?” Savage asks when I don’t speak. “Do we really have to make a schedule?”
“No, I don’t think a schedule will work.”
They both agree.
I go for broke. “Can you both play with me at the same time? It doesn’t have to always be that way, but we are all busy, and it’s…hot?”
I need one of them to react before I fucking combust or die of embarrassment.
“Okay.” Savage pulls me back half on top of him while Ambrose grunts in agreement and works his weight in behind me.
There are hands everywhere. Pinching my nipples, around my throat, grabbing my hips. And even better, one dick grinding my ass while the other rubs against mine.
“Clothes need to be off,” I demand.
