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“Control. Dad didn’t want kids. He wanted a mini version of himself. He should’ve gotten himself cloned or something. But as long as I pass my exams, I’ll pass. I get to graduate, I get my degree, and I get to work wherever I want.”
“Let’s move,” Winston said to both of them. The sudden rush he got from realizing they were all safe, and whole, and free made his head swim with possibilities. “As soon as school is out. Let’s get the fuck away from here and start a new life somewhere else. What do you say?”
“I hear San Diego has an amazing zoo,” Calvin said.
“Wherever you lead, Winnie, I’ll follow,” Lucky said, looking the happiest and most relaxed Winston had seen him in a while.
“We can hammer out the details later,” Winston promised. “There’s some more important matters to discuss right now.”
“Oh?” Lucky’s eyes twinkled as he guessed what Winston was up to. “Such as?”
“Such as, who is going to fuck me first?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX_
ALL ABOUT THOSE UPGRADES
The questionno sooner left Winston’s mouth than he found himself manhandled into Calvin’s lap. He’d always sort of liked that Calvin could overpower him. Calvin pressed his chest against Winston’s back and licked the shell of his ear.
Being touched and kissed by Calvin was a different experience than it was when it was Lucky’s mouth on him. The texture of Calvin’s tongue was dryer, but that only made it more erotic. Winston loved all the things that made Calvin different from him and Lucky.
He ground his ass against Calvin’s cock. He also liked the ways that they were similar.
Calvin’s hands roamed Winston’s chest, his fingers brushing against Winston’s nipples. Winston hissed when Calvin gently pinched them.
“I think we should take turns. What do you think, Lucky?”
Lucky slotted himself between Winston’s legs and leaned in. He held Winston’s gaze as he came closer, then smirked and dodged Winston’s eager mouth and kissed Calvin instead. Winston reached down and wrapped a hand around his dick and gave it a lazy stroke. Precum oozed from the tip and a moan escaped him involuntarily.
Winston released his cock, and reaching for Lucky, he tugged at Lucky’s pants and undid them while Lucky and Calvin made out over his shoulder. Lucky only pulled away when Winston shoved his pants down enough to get his dick out.
“Someone’s eager.” Lucky laughed as he pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside.
“Someone’s wearing too many clothes,” Winston countered.
Mischief glimmered in Lucky’s eyes. “Okay.”
He rose to his feet and shoved his pants down to his ankles then stepped out of them and kicked them aside. When he straightened, his cock was torturously out of reach for Winston’s mouth.
“Do you want this?” Lucky stroked himself from root to tip.
Towering over Winston, he looked like a god. Like a prince. Lucky dropped down into the chair and spread his legs. “Come and get it.”
Winston tried to surge forward, but Calvin kept him caged against his body.
Lucky’s smile grew. “Uh-oh. Looks like you’re trapped. Shame.” He tipped his head back when he stroked himself again. He went slowly, swiping his thumb over the head of his dick to smear the bead of precum. “Your mouth would feel so good right now.”
Winston struggled in Calvin’s hold until Calvin chuckled in his ear. “Where do you think you’re going, Winnie? Do you want his cock that badly?”
Calvin’s hand slid lower, down his abdomen and between his legs. Winston thought for a second that Calvin might ignore his rigid cock completely, but he took him in hand, enveloped his dick in a loose hold, and tortured him by dragging the lightest of touches over him.
“What do you want, Winnie?” Calvin asked. “Do you want Lucky’s cock in your mouth while I open you up for me?”
Winston whined. Yes, he fucking wanted that, but he was already beyond words.
“Get up here, Winnie,” Lucky said. Releasing his cock, it smacked against his stomach.
Winston rose up on his knees and nearly threw himself in Lucky’s lap when he lunged for his dick. He licked stripes from the root to the tip, then back again. He mouthed Lucky’s balls, marveling at how tight they were, how soft under his tongue the skin was.
