Page 64 of Hard Ride

He held her tight and watched as Ollie erupted within her, pumping his release into the woman they loved so much.Before he’d even finished, he held his arms up and open.

Van carefully lowered Kyra into them.Their lover cradled her on his chest.But then he looked over her shoulder, directly at Van.

Though Ollie didn’t ask him to join them, Van could see that he would like it.So he did without making Ollie beg.He stretched out beside Kyra and Ollie, putting one arm around Kyra’s back, against Ollie’s knotted forearm.

When Ollie looked over at him and said, “Thank you,” something in Van snapped.

The other guy should realize he’d been the star of this show and instead he was acting like Van had given him something unbelievably special by accepting a blowjob and treating him with respect.That was fucked up.

His instincts drove him to respond and without thinking too hard about what they were telling him.Van leaned in and locked his mouth over Ollie’s.Kyra sighed and squirmed on him.Her pussy still hugged his half-hard cock, making the other guy groan into Van’s mouth.Or at least he assumed that’s what caused the rush of pleasure that burst from his chest in a strangled moan.

Kyra said, “Holy shit.You’re making me come again.Kiss him, Van.Kiss the shit out of him.”

Van discovered that he liked her urging them on.He deepened his kiss with Ollie, finding it odd and also wondrous when the other man’s beard scratched his face as they ate at each other.The first taste was interesting, the second intoxicating, and after that, he couldn’t seem to get enough.

Damn.He’d just come.So he couldn’t even use horniness as some kind of justification.

No, the truth was, he liked kissing Ollie.Liked it a lot.

Kyra caressed them all over, running her fingers through their hair and telling them repeatedly how much they moved her.Van did the same, stroking her back and then up Ollie’s arm, which was wrapped possessively around Kyra where she was draped over him.

Van couldn’t believe it when he felt his cock hardening again.He tried to back off and calm down, but neither Ollie nor Kyra was having any of that.

“Don’t run now,” Kyra whispered in his ear.

That wasn’t what he was doing.Was it?

Van didn’t want either of them to think he wasn’t all in on whatever it was they were doing, redirecting the course of his life in a direction he’d never imagined possible.He grabbed Kyra’s hip then lightly shoved until she realized what he wanted.She slid off Ollie, letting his cock slip from her body before she nestled into his side.

Ollie groaned, though he didn’t object for long because Van took her place.He tried not to crush Ollie except the other man wrapped his arm around Van’s waist and kept him close when Van would have lifted off and given him room to breathe.That meant their cocks made contact, rubbing against each other as they got situated.

Van was relieved to feel Ollie was as stiff as he was despite his recent orgasm.He was into it too.

Kyra knocked her loose fist into the side of Van’s ass.He hadn’t realized how clenched his muscles were until her knuckles bounced off it.She got his attention long enough to say, “Lift up a little.Just a little.”

So he planted his knees and put an inch of space between their pelvises.

He didn’t have time to mourn the loss of the heat of Ollie’s dick or the impression it had been making on his abs because Kyra reached between them and surrounded their cocks with her hand.Or at least, she tried.She couldn’t quite grip all of them.

Instead, she used the flat of her palm to trap their hard-ons between it and Ollie’s abs, which were flexing as he clenched his jaw and writhed beneath Van’s bulk.Kyra asked, “Better?”

Both of them rasped some sort of assent, even if actual words were too difficult to muster given the euphoria threatening to drown him.

Van couldn’t stay still any longer.He rocked his hips, causing his cock to travel along the length of Ollie’s and his balls to drag across Ollie’s sack.Kyra squeezed them together, making Van grunt.

It was half-handjob and half-humping.Van didn’t give a shit what it was called, he kept doing it faster and faster until he was frantically pumping in search of release.

Someday, he’d have enough self-control to fuck Ollie right.To sink into his ass and possess the man while ensuring his pleasure.But he didn’t know enough yet to make sure he didn’t hurt Ollie and he wasn’t about to stop for even the two seconds it would take to flip the man over and drill inside his tight hole.

Thinking about it was enough.Van roared.He leaned down and bit Ollie’s shoulder in a frantic show of possession that seemed to set Ollie off too.

Van wasn’t sure who surrendered first, but suddenly both of them were icing Ollie’s chest, Kyra’s hand, and each other’s dicks.

“Son of a bitch!”Kyra lunged for the T-shirt Van had left on the counter near the bed the night before in order to clean Ollie up.“You two made quite the mess.You must not have hated that, huh?”

She was grinning at them both while her hands wandered over her body.One began to rub her pussy while the other pulled at her piercings.

Neither Ollie nor Van was going to allow her to take care of herself after their own decadence.

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