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While he talked, his other hand roamed over Winston’s body.
Winston’s cock lay hard and leaking against his stomach. It twitched every time Calvin’s finger moved. Calvin took it in his hand and stroked it as he fingered Winston. The push and pull of the two sensations had Winston spreading his legs, begging without begging to be taken.
“Tell me you need it.” Calvin’s stare was almost too intense to meet. Or maybe Winston was projecting his own intensity onto Calvin.
“I need it.”
Calvin’s smile was smug and sharp. Winston gasped when he pulled his finger free of his ass and then groaned when Calvin shifted forward and pressed the head of his cock against Winston’s hole.
“Give it to me,” Winston begged. “Please, Calvin.”
“Fuck him nice and hard, Calvin. Bury that fat cock in my boyfriend.”
The faint squelching sound of lube and flesh reached Winston’s ears, but in the next moment it was lost. Drowned out in the sound of Winton’s cries as Calvin sank into him, stretching him wide.
Once Calvin was all the way in, he smiled down at Winston. He drew back then plowed forward, ramming his cock into Winston. Winston let out a moan, and Calvin leaned forward. Changing the angle, he did it again.
“That’s right,” Calvin said in a soothing yet sexy voice. “Take it for me. That’s a good boy.”
Winston nearly came right then.
Holy fucking shit.
CHAPTER NINETEEN_
DIRTY TALK FOR DUMMIES
Sweat beaded on his forehead.The sheets twisted in his hands. The intensity of it all threatened to undo him, to unmake him completely. Maybe it already had. Winston didn’t feel like the same person he was when he’d walked into the room and found Calvin standing there in a skirt, tie, and tall socks. Jesus fucking hell, the man was hot as balls.
Winston turned his head and looked at the man who made it all possible. Lucky. Sweet, endearing, amazing, Lucky.
“Lucky.” Winston released his grip on the sheets and reached for him. Lucky met his gaze and Winston watched the way his hand slowed, enunciating the hardness of his cock. Lucky’s dick was red, nearly purple it was so hard, and it glistened with lube and precum.
“Is there something you need?” Lucky’s movements slowed even more.
Before Winston could form a response, Calvin’s voice broke through.
“Eyes on me, Winnie.”
Winston snapped his gaze to meet Calvin’s. Nearby, Lucky chuckled.
“Someone’s possessive. That’s hot.”
Winston wrapped his legs around Calvin, pressing he heels into Calvin’s ass. The material of his skirt was soft against Winston’s skin. Winston wrapped his arms around Calvin and yanked him down. Their mouths met in a frenzy. Winston was so turned on, he couldn’t think straight. His world had narrowed to the points of contact between him and Calvin.
They kissed until Winston turned his head to the side, taking a deep breath. His head spun. And then Calvin started talking.
“Do you want some of this, Lucky?” Calvin rasped. “Get on the bed.”
Winston looked up at Calvin and watched him smirk. “Roll over, Winnie. Get on all fours.”
Calvin pulling out left Winston feeling hollow but he managed to turn over as Lucky climbed onto the bed. Winston ached for them and anticipation almost eviscerated him. Then Calvin slid his cock back into Winston, punching the breath from his lungs with one sharp thrust.
“Look at him, Lucky. He’s such a little slut for us.” Calvin’s hands dug into Winston’s hips, pulling him back as he thrust forward. “His ass is magnificent.”
“I hope you’re getting him all loosened up for me. Make sure he’s nice and wet for me, Calvin.” Lucky’s hand cupped the side of Winston’s face.
Calvin leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Winston’s torso. He pulled him upright so they were both kneeling. It changed the angle of Calvin’s thrusts, making them sharper and shallower.
