Page 8 of Hunk Sandwich
I had only just come but my cock stiffened again.
Does he feel me getting hard?
His hands slid down, grinding our hips together.
“Like what?” I gasped.
“Like this.” Kaspar palmed my cheek and tilted my face up.
Holy shit, he’s doing it.
His kisses were different from Bo’s all-consuming ones. Different but pretty great. He nipped and teased and hit all the right spots as if he already knew me. I forgot everything aroundme and lost myself in the feel of his lips on mine. Nobody existed in the room but Kaspar, me, and Bo. I felt his eyes watching us like a hawk and his arousal like it was my own.
Fuck, maybe it is my own.
My husband answered Kaspar’s question before I could. A warm body pressed against my back, so solid and familiar.
Is it too much for him?
Bo moved with us, one hand taking hold of my waist, the other spanning both mine and Kaspar’s hips. I groaned into the kiss. Fuck did it feel great to be wedged in between two hunks. Bo’s bulge pressed against my ass, and every shift of Kaspar’s body rubbed our cocks together.
We danced for an age. The DJ played the perfect music for kink night at the Pink Chicken: hot songs that made Bo and Kaspar dry hump me in the middle of the dance floor.
Let this night never end, universe.
“Are you alright, älskling?” Bo said into my ear. I knew why he asked. I felt his need for reassurance through the mate bond.
Are we still on the same page?
“So good, you?” I snuggled back into his body.
“Perfect.”
Chapter 10
Bo
By the time we finally made our way over to the bar to grab a drink, we were all drenched in sweat and so riled up that not touching each other was a serious fucking struggle.
I enjoyed making the Wolfman shiver whenever my hips brushed against him. So, of course, I made sure to grind into his ass when we tried to get the bartender’s attention.
A few minutes later, we were crowded into a quieter corner, cradling glasses of water in our hands.
“How about we take this somewhere else?” I asked them, taking another sip.
“Yeah, good idea.” Ollie bit his lip. “Let’s get back to…” He hesitated. I knew he didn’t want to stay in a hotel. He preferred his own bed. And really, I felt the same way. I had to sleep in strange beds for work. I wanted to be home.
Being with Kaspar felt so intimate already, like he fit in with us. I couldn’t explain why but was ready to explore it more.
“Our place?” I suggested, and I saw my husband’s shoulders lower. All the tension left his body. He smiled.
“Yes, that’s a good idea.” He snuggled into my embrace when I pulled him towards me.
“Do you want to come with us?” I asked the Wolfman.
His ears dipped back and, by Thor, he wagged his tail lightly against his thigh.
Sweet little puppy.
