Their Boy (The Game 2)

In response, he kissed me hard, wetly, around the head of Lucas’s cock. I whimpered and threaded my fingers through his hair, needing him close. I needed them both right here, with me.

“Nooo,” I complained when Colt sucked on Lucas. All of him. “He told me to do it. Unfair.” I pinched Colt’s arm. “You have to share.”

Colt hummed and released Lucas, only to capture my mouth in a hard, swift kiss. “You don’t know how close I am to breakin’ all the rules right now.”

I poked his nose.

Lucas chuckled huskily. “Glad it’s not just me.”

“What’re you talking about?” I asked and grabbed Lucas’s cock. Then I sucked him into my mouth and hollowed out my cheeks, all while glancing at Colt curiously. For real, what rules?

“Jesus Christ, you’re filthy,” he whispered to me.

“And he doesn’t even know it,” Lucas murmured. “That’s perfect, little one.”

Okay, but they hadn’t answered my question.

They had no plans to do so either, it turned out. Because Lucas pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, and Colt eased into the best fucking I’d had in my life. For being so big and rough, he had the ability to move with seductive grace. His hands on me, his big cock buried deep, his kisses, his sounds—everything. He controlled everything, including me.

Colt and Lucas found the best rhythm, and I was drowning again. Though, this time, everything became super-clear. We moved together, took what we ached for, and pleased one another. Colt ground his pelvis against my balls and stroked me firmly, swiping his thumb over my tip. Lucas’s breathing turned uneven and shallow, and Colt and I weren’t far behind.

For a long time, I was mesmerized by our noises. The labored breathing, the grunts, the moans, the slip and slide of our bodies, skin slapping—

“Mmhhh!” I groaned around Lucas’s cock as Colt tightened his hold on me. Sweat trickled down my temples. The air became stuffy and smelled of mouthwatering sex. My orgasm came at me too fast. Oh God, oh God—I tried to warn them. I gripped Colt’s arm, but he didn’t stop.

A whimper slipped free, and I shivered and shivered and shivered.

“Time to come, baby.” Colt swallowed hard and went in more forcefully.

The surging euphoria spiked, and I arched my back.

“Let us see you,” Lucas grunted. “Come for us.”

Mere seconds later, I lost my fight, and the orgasm crashed down on me. I screwed my eyes shut, moaned loudly, and Lucas leaned over me, taking over to stroke himself off. Hot ropes of come splashed against my stomach, and I vaguely registered that it wasn’t just me. Another groan left me, and it set off Colt’s groan. He rocked jerkily into my ass and buried himself to the hilt.

“Ohh,” I whined, overcome with the sensations. “I can’t—I can’t.” I grasped blindly at something that could steady me. A shoulder—it had to be Colt’s. And Lucas’s thigh. “Too much,” I mewled. My body was hypersensitive, and I couldn’t stop squirming.

“We’ve got you.” Lucas’s voice pulled me toward him, and I felt his hands on my chest, on my face, up and down my arms. “That was so fucking beautiful.” He touched my spent cock next, sliding his fingers through the mess we’d made and rubbing it into my skin. “You make my mouth water.”

I swallowed and made a hnngh sound.

Colt drew out his cock from my ass and collapsed next to me.

Lucas wasn’t done, evidently. He reached over me, sucked my cock into his mouth, and cleaned me off.

I couldn’t move an inch.

I couldn’t think.

I was done.* * *“You have to tell me if I’m too clingy,” I mumbled to Lucas.

The sunbed did fit two, so I had no valid excuse for being half draped over him.

“There’s no such thing, I assure you.” He hugged me to him, and I closed my eyes, too content and sleepy to overanalyze.

He and I were lounging together on the deck while Colt was doing laps in the pool. That man had so much energy. Not that I didn’t enjoy watching him. He’d dived in twenty minutes after we’d had breakfast here outside, only smirking at Lucas’s fatherly reminder to wait at least half an hour.

I nuzzled Lucas’s neck, where he smelled delicious and all man. He and I had showered while Colt had prepared breakfast, and I even got to borrow Lucas’s body wash.

Overnight, it seemed my life had exploded with color. The sky was bluer, the sunrays that bounced off the water ripples flashed brighter, the hedge was greener, and…and flavors! Breakfast had been delectable. Rosa’s bagels, a big spread of toppings, and eggs that Colt had made. Even the OJ had tasted fruitier.

“Colt gets the nicest tan in the summer,” Lucas murmured. “I turn into a lobster if I’m not careful.”

“Same here,” I giggled sleepily. I liked the shade, though. It was comfy and cozy here under the deck’s canvas roof. “I have to be careful because of the tattoos too.”