Page 27 of Hunk Sandwich
A half smirk played on his lips. He ducked out of our embrace. Suddenly, I found myself the filling in our sandwich.
“My husband needs to be worshipped.” That was what Bo had said. There had been no such talk aboutmereceiving the same treatment. I was here as a warm up, not as a main act. But it also felt so fucking right to be touched by both of them.
“Stroke his cock, darling,” Oliver purred. He trailed his hands up my stomach and chest to cup my pecs.
I cursed when his thumbs twirled my nipples, making my dick jump.
Bo’s green eyes found mine, searching my face for permission before following his husband’s lead. I gave him a little nod.
He helped me step all the way out of my trousers and pushed my boxers down my legs.
“Mmh, yes. So wet,” he murmured. He watched the precum dribble down my length like a hawk. I couldn’t remember ever leaking like this before.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Oliver suck on his fingers. The why became apparent when he moved to spread his saliva on my hole.
Goddess, I’m so glad I cleaned up properly.
“Remember your safe word?” He kissed my shoulder.
“I—no, ” I groaned, but added a gasped “Rot. How am I supposed to remember when you touch me like that?” They both chuckled.
Bo cupped the back of my neck. “We just want you to be safe with us.” He leaned down to kiss me as Ollie’s slick finger breached my ass. He gave me a moment to adjust before he added another.
My knees almost buckled when he pushed straight to my prostate. More precum welled up my slit.
“Yes, baby, you are making Kaspar feel so good. Touch him there again.” Bo stroked me in long, tugging jerks. His other hand fondled my balls.
Oliver brushed the pads of his fingers over that magic spot again, and a tongue lapped up my leaking precum.
“Oh fuck!” My legs did give out this time, but Bo steadied me.
“Again,” he told his husband, catching the drops on his fingers and bringing them up to Oliver’s mouth. Humming with delight, he sucked them clean, pumping his hand inside me as if it was a lever to squeeze more out of me.
“I like your taste—” He broke off abruptly. I sought his eyes.
“Is something wrong?”
“Like Bo said earlier, we need a proper pet name for you,” Oliver explained and pressed another kiss on my shoulder blade. “It’s a hockey thing. Nobody calls each other by their name because that feels quitestiff, you see?” He hit my spot again.
“Fuck, yeah. I feel that,” I groaned.
Bo chuckled.
“A nickname for Kaspar will present itself when the time’s right.”
They talked as if they intended to keep me. And fuck… I shouldn’t want that. They were married, happy, successful…and hot. I’d always been into sharing. Only loving one person for the rest of your life sounded like such an odd concept to me.
That doesn’t mean everyone is like that.
Chapter 23
Ollie - a few months later
Dating Kaspar felt like a natural extension of our marriage. It made Bo and I even happier than we’d been before.
Kas, too. Watching him bloom was its own kind of magic. He was striking in ways I’d never expected. I loved discovering all the little things about him and then sharing my observations with Bo. Especially about what turned him on and how to make him happy.
He preferred tea over coffee—unthinkable for Bo, our resident Swedish “kaffe” addict, but that never stopped this Scotsman from buying him every flavour under the sun so he could have a good cuppa for breakfast.
