“He looks like an angel, but he isn’t one, is he?” Drake asked, rubbing the tip of his finger against Clover’s hole. There was a surprising gentleness to it, despite the harsh way he spoke about sex.
“No,” Tank rasped when he pulled Clover off his dick again. “He’s a. Nasty. Little. Slut,” he said, punctuating each word by slapping his damp, hard cock against Clover’s face and leaving wet imprints that rapidly cooled on Clover’s cheeks.
Drake held Clover’s balls when he pressed his lubed thumb to the hole and pushed it in, pulling on the sphincter as if his hand were a hook to stretch Clover for him. “But just for us. He’s addicted to our cocks,” he said, and swatted Clover’s thigh.
“I’m a good boy, Daddy!” Clover complained, completely in the zone for the dirty talk. With these men, away from the outside world where he had to be strong, he could relinquish control. Be used but loved at the same time.
Tank’s grin became predatory, his teeth glinting as if he were a wolf about to bite into the flesh of his prey. “Are you? Show me. Daddy’s cock needs attention. And spread those legs for Drake.”
Clover let his knees slide farther apart as he lowered his head into Tank’s lap and bobbed his head on his cock as if his life depended on it. So often in the past, he’d do certain things sexually only because of what they could get him, or because he knew his partner would be compelled to return the favor. But right now, he’d let his men fuck him all night in return for praise. He wanted to make them happy, to drink their cum and make them dependent on his body for pleasure.
So they’d always be together.
Drake pulled Clover’s cock back, and just as Clover sank his head into Tank’s crotch, tasting pre-cum and breathing in the intense scent of his Daddy’s arousal, Drake sucked him halfway in while working on his ass. He had two fingers inside Clover now, both insanely slick and proficient in the way they made his muscles give in.
Clover bucked, melting on the inside from the touch of the hot mouth, but between the restraints and Tank’s massive paw in his hair, he didn’t have much space left to move. He sucked on the thick girth with eagerness, already drifting off at the thought of what kind of fuck Drake would turn out to be. Slow and extending the orgasm into forever, or rough and intense? Could go either way, and the anticipation made Clover’s toes curl.
“It’s been a while, Drake, huh?” Tank teased, groaning when his cock pushed past Clover’s gag reflex and briefly made him choke.
“I don’t waste my cum on an average lay,” Drake said in a raspy voice, his breath faster than on that second circuit around the lake earlier.
Clover’s face exploded with heat, and as he choked on Tank’s cock when it went in deeper instead of retreating, his ass lovingly squeezed Drake’s fingers. He wanted to be the best lay. The best cocksucker. An A-plus ass. He wanted to arouse his men so much they couldn’t help themselves around him.
“This one’s tight but stretches so easily,” Drake said softly when he dropped Clover’s dick and removed his digits, only to push them back in along with a third.
“That’s my boy. Takes cock like a pro. Wonder if that hole could take us both at once,” Tank added, grabbing Clover’s ears and forcing his dick all the way in. It was buried so deep now Clover couldn’t even breathe through his nose if he’d wanted to.
His eyes watered when he looked up into Tank’s face, stuffed with cock, fingers drilling into his ass.
Fuck.
Yes.
Tears spilled down his cheeks when Tank held him in place, dick so far down Clover’s throat his lips touched Tank’s pubes.
“You want that, boy? Two cocks hammering that hungry ass of yours?”
Clover’s vision blurred despite the contact lenses. He could see it in his mind, like the hottest of porn movies. Tank and Drake stuffing him at once. They would be so grabby, and imagining their cocks rubbing inside his hole made his own twitch in illicit pleasure.
Without letting Clover answer, Tank kept him down and fucked his throat a couple of times, as if he wanted to add a visceral sensation to the vision he’d just presented. By the time he vacated Clover’s mouth, the lack of oxygen had Clover lightheaded, but he sought out the comfort of the tasty dick right away and pressed his face to the length that was still slick with his saliva.
Drake rolled his digits in Clover’s ass. “You know, Tank’s not my type, but we tried hooking up a few times when we first met. He held our dicks in his hand and jerked them off like that. Just imagine your hole doing that.”