Page 57 of The Dead Don't Talk
For them? I would.
We’re older now. Wiser.
The thoughts have me swirling a finger around Amo’s sweet hole. Plunging the digit inside him, I relish in the muffled sounds he makes.
“Is he kissing you, baby?” I ask and nip at Amo’s cheek.
The groan kind of sounds like a yes and I chuckle, then spit a wad of saliva right where my finger penetrates his body. It makes a wetsmacksound when it hits, and I shiver, collecting the lubricant to shove it back into his hole. And then again with two fingers, stretching him open. Scissoring my digits. Widening him for one of us to fuck.
Another wad. Another smack.
The squelch of his hole taking my digits accompanied by their groans is making me impatient. Hard.Sweaty.
“Boss.”
He grunts, like usual, but then Amo’s sweet ass is being pulled away from my lips and I shoot to my feet to help hold him steady as Moros spins him around.
“Goddamn, baby,” I murmur breathlessly at the sight of Amo’s swollen lips. His mussed hair. His flushed cheeks. “You like my tongue and fingers in your ass?”
He hums and smiles at me as I hook an arm under his knee, Moros doing the same to his other side. With my free hand, I fish out the flip-top bottle I found at Moros’s cabin and reach between Amo’s legs to slather some of the contents on Moros’s hard cock.
And then … I get to watch Amo’s face contort into pure pleasure, eyes rolled back and all.
“Fuck, this ass is so tight, kitten,” Moros growls out, his breath puffing over Amo’s shoulder.
Amo’s head falls back, his breaths heavy and quick.
“He loves your fat cock, boss.”
My gaze flicks to Moros, those blacked-out eyes, and Amo’s body starts to bob between us.
“Just like you.”
The mewls of pleasure, the echoes of slapping skin to skin, it draws my attention down to my own cock, wet with precum and standing straight between Amo’s legs.
I grip myself with my free hand and stroke, pulling back the skin to expose my glistening tip.
The urge to thrust takes me over and I slam forward, humping air and bumping Amo’s stiff length. He moans when I grab him and jerk us together.
“Oh, fuck,” he calls out on a rasp, and a chill runs down my spine.
I want his cum.
Tipping back just enough, I line his head up with mine. It takes a moment to get it one-handed with the way Moros is slamming into him now, but I capture his plush crown against mine and slip my skin up over him.
We both moan at the contact, the slickness, the motion as I pull back and his skin smooths over me.
“Unnnngggg, I’m so close,” he mumbles, lip trapped between his teeth, his head falling back on Moros’s shoulder. “You both feel so fucking good. It’s like there’s two inside me.”
“This filthy mouth is gonna make me come in this dirty fucking hole. You want that, slut?”
“You’re both ridiculous,” I pant out, their words settling low in my tightening abs. I’m close. Just as close as them. I just need—
“Right there. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
I don’t even know who said it, but it’s enough to set me over the edge, filling mine and Amo’s foreskins with streams of cum as I pitch forward and claim his mouth with mine.
He whimpers against my assault of his lips, the lashing of his tongue and—
