Page 52 of Rough Heat

Damon ratcheted up the intensity. Leo whined, clutching Josh’s wrist.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, body taking over completely.

He’d forgotten howintenseit was. How the sparks singed him into a burning mess, that spot inside him trapped between two forms of stimulation from different sides. It made his mind short-circuit, his brain lose control of his mouth, his muscles. He babbled incoherently, hips pulsing as if he were getting fucked. Already completely overwhelmed.

Josh’s hand shifted, a thumb slipping into Leo’s gaping mouth. Leo moaned, tightening around the intrusion, sucking on it desperately.

“Fuck,” someone said.

Leo’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. There was a mouth on his, tongue slipping in, and he tried to return the kiss, sobbing out cut-off sounds as the pleasure increased, a flame consuming him.

It went on, and on, and on. He ached from tensing, mouth raw from being kissed.

“Come on, baby,” Damon encouraged, stroking his thigh. “Show Josh how good you take it.”

Josh bit his lip harshly, and Leo whined. He had no idea how long they’d been at it, but his mind had unspooled, tangling around the two men taking him apart.

Damon pushed the toy in further, rubbing it against that exact spot.

Leo lost it. With a long, drawn-out moan, he came all over himself, cock dribbling come onto his stomach, the pleasure a tide that refused to stop.

He felt rearranged as the toy was finally turned off. He went completely limp, sucking in gulps of breath as Damon slipped the toy out of him.

Hands ran up and down his skin as if they were searching for injury. Leo twitched, unsticking his eyelids and looking at them blearily.

“You gonna fuck me or what?” he slurred.

Damon snorted as Josh gaped. “What?” Josh asked.

“Come on,” Leo said. “You can watch Damon first if you want.”

“Are you…sure?” Josh checked in, but his cock seemed more than ready, red at the tip and fully hard.

Damon muscled his way between Leo’s thighs. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

Leo sighed contently, too fucked out to protest.

Damon hooked one of Leo’s knees over his shoulder, the other around his hip, and then thrust in.

Leo threw his head back, choking on air. Damon gave him some time to adjust, but he didn’t need much, picking up the pace at Leo’s encouragement. He towered over Leo, hips pistoning. All Leo could do was take it, a series of insane noises leaving his chest, mouth open and hands clutching the sheets.

“Jesus Christ,” Josh said beside him.

Pride warmed Leo up. Josh wasimpressed.

Damon fucked him perfectly, filling him up with his big dick, stretching him out. Leo soaked it up, feeling a strange kind of pleasure rise in him. It bubbled over just as Damon’s pace began stuttering. He didn’t know if it was an orgasm or the peak of overstimulation, but he shook through it, whining as Damon spilt inside him.

Fuck, just thethoughtof being full of Damon’s come was doing it for him.

Damon and Leo panted in a tangled mess, Damon leaning in to kiss him sloppily. “You ready for Josh?”

“Yeah. Yeah, come on.”

They shifted, Josh taking his place, his hands gentler than Damon’s. “You good?” he asked, stroking a thumb over Leo’s cheekbone.

“Want you in me,” Leo replied.

“Jesus Christ, Leo.”

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