A couple more licks had me rubbing my hard dick against Jonas’s shaft but when Mace applied suction, I let out a hoarse shout. I knew I needed to distract myself or I’d come so hard that there’d be no way I’d be able to recover before Jonas could get inside of me so I lifted myself off of Jonas and said, “Slide up.”
Jonas hesitated for only a moment before he did what I asked. I was glad the bed was king sized because it gave us plenty of room to maneuver until Jonas’s beautiful, flushed shaft was beneath my hungry mouth. My body shook every time Mace licked me but when I felt his tongue press inside of me, I let out a string of curses. My whole body felt so tight, I was sure it would snap in two. I managed to look up at Jonas who had pushed up on his elbows. I knew he could probably see what Mace was doing to me because his mouth was parted and he kept licking his lips. I kept my eyes on him and smiled when I saw his eyes jump to me as soon as I drew the tip of his cock inside of my mouth. Since I’d done this just this morning to Jonas, the newness of it didn’t frighten me anymore but I knew better than to try to take too much too fast. So I made up for my inability to deep throat him with intense suction.
Jonas thrust up into my mouth and I forced my throat to relax enough to take more of him in. Mace continued to torment my ass as I licked and sucked Jonas’s cock until he was fisting my hair to hold me in place but I couldn’t help but freeze when I felt cold lube replace the heat of Mace’s mouth on my hole. Jonas seemed to sense the change because he gently pulled himself free of my mouth and moved so that he was lying pressed up against my chest as he rolled me to my side.
“Cole,” I heard Mace say and I turned to look at him. He was on his knees, his glistening cock standing proud against his abdomen. “Do you want to keep going?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said and then I looked at Jonas. “Yes,” I repeated. Jonas smiled and kissed me. I focused on his mouth as Mace’s finger began to press against me. I flinched as my outer muscles gave way under the incessant pressure and the sting that followed had me inhaling sharply. I was glad when neither man asked me how I was doing because I was too ashamed to admit that I was struggling to adjust to Mace’s intrusion. How the hell was I ever going to manage it when it was Jonas’s cock?
Mace had stopped moving as he waited for me to get used to the feel of him and I actually felt my body start to relax as the burning sensation eased somewhat. It flared up again as soon as Mace began moving again but I rode it out until I felt his hand press against me and I knew he was as deep as he could go. Jonas was running his hand up and down my side but I barely noticed because Mace pulled his finger almost all the way out before pushing it back in. I flinched as a spear of pain filtered through me but as Mace continued his gentle plunges and withdrawals, the lube began to ease his movements and I felt a spark of sensation start somewhere deep inside me. I finally noticed that Jonas’s hand was slowly stroking my cock back to life, his drags matching the rhythm of Mace’s finger. And when Mace pulled his finger free a moment later, I actually felt a pang of loss. But it didn’t last long because then Mace was breaching me again, only this time with two fingers.
I groaned as another round of pain went through me but it was momentary and not as intense as the first round. Mace’s plunges grew in intensity and then he curled his fingers inside of me. The added pressure messed with the rhythm I’d just started enjoying but then Mace hit something inside of me that sent fireworks directly to my dick. I knew enough from my very thorough internet search on anal sex to know that he was massaging my prostate but nothing had prepared me for the pleasure that ripped through me over and over at the contact. My erection was back in full force and I actually had to press my mouth against Jonas’s chest to stifle the endless grunts and groans that kept spilling from my lips.
Mace straightened his fingers and began gliding them in and out of me and adding in a twisting motion. Every few strokes, he’d strike my prostate so I was always on the edge, even as Jonas gently pushed me onto my back and reached for a condom that someone had tossed onto the mattress at some point. I watched him through hooded eyes as he rolled the condom down his length and slathered some lube over the smooth latex but I was enjoying Mace’s ministrations too much to worry about what would come next.