Communion (On My Knees Duet 3)

I need him, too. I just don't want to fuck this up with my new mother-in-law. Then Sky's mouth is wrapped around my cock, and I can't do anything but lean against a bean bag he's got back here, my ass on a blanket he spread over the carpet.

"That's right," he says, pulling his lips off me. "Someone likes to get their cock sucked."

"I'm gonna put it in you."

"Not this time," he says as he licks me and I groan. "I want to shove into that tight hole of yours…”

"Lucky for you," I manage, "I wanna get fucked."

So that's what he does. He pushes in, and I'm already on the verge of coming from the first second. It's been a while for us—almost twenty-four whole hours.

"Oh fuck."

"You're so damn tight, Vanny."

He pushes in deeper, and I'm pre-coming in a warm spurt. I feel my body start to tremble as he kisses my throat.

"You're so beautiful." It's a groan. "I'm about to come. You ready?"

Sky’s hips are moving faster, and he's filling me deeper each time. The tip of him drags over my prostate, lighting me up like a fucking light bulb—if light bulbs moaned and shook and wrapped their husband's head against their chest and dribbled on their own abs, lifting their hips because they're desperate to get off.

"Fuck. Oh Jesus."

"Wrong guy," he laughs. But I can feel him trembling, too, can feel our sweat-slicked bodies both pebbling with chills.

He kisses my collarbone. "I love you, husband."

Then he rams me like he means it, and we're both so fucking loud. We come at the same time, and he stays in me for a minute, looking sated.

"You okay?" Sky whispers, lifting his eyes open.

"I can take you, Papa."

He grins, looking embarrassed. "You can't use it that way."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because—I don’t know...she'll know."

He pulls out slowly, and I squeeze my dick.

"Lemme clean that up." Sky licks me clean, then cups my balls, pushing them back a little. "I love pumping you full of cum."

"I love when you do. Such a dirty boy I am."

It really does feel good, the aftermath of getting fucked by McD. Kind of sore and achy, a little sting-y, but then go deeper and there's like...this ball of warmth that makes me feel so fucking full. It feels goddamned elicit. Gives you this sensation that if you move the wrong way, some might spill out, so you gotta clench until you can get to the shower. Always makes my dick twitch.

Sky wraps his hand over my cock. "Noticed that dick of yours doesn’t go down after you get fucked like it does after you do the fucking."

I close my eyes. "Shut up."

He laughs, his eyes sparkling. "Every word I say, it makes you harder."

I close my eyes, trying to think of baseball. But his hand comes under my balls, holding them in his big, warm palm...using his fingers to roll them around. I can't stifle a moan.

"I feel like maybe you could use a little finger action. What do you think? Let me stuff two fingers in and tease that little hot spot of yours? Rub around where you’re already wet and full of my cum."

"We've gotta...relieve your mother," I grunt as he rubs his fingertip lightly around my slick hole.

"That's not who I want to relieve." He laughs, the sound low and husky. "This is a thing, V. Every word I say is getting you more pumped. Look at this." He closes his hand around my shaft, gliding up toward my swollen, slick tip. "Someone's made for taking my cock. Getting loaded up with cum. I think next up is someone wearing that plug back to the church. I would love to see you struggling to get around your atrium, with that hand pushing down on your cock through your pants. You'd be there waiting for me."

"If you ever came,” I say.

Luke slides a finger into me. "Oh, we'd both come."

He pushes slow and steady, rubbing till he brushes my p-spot, which makes my body buck off the floor.

"Oh God…"

"You like a light touch, don't you, baby? Just a little whisper of a rub like...this here."

He does it again, and I can feel my balls tauten and throb.

"I wanna stretch you, though. Leave you just a little sore, so when you're out there on the couch holding a baby, you're still feeling me. Make you feel a little dirty."

I moan in reply...as he pushes another finger in and strokes me everywhere, the feeling like electric heaven.

"Fuck," I whimper.

He closes his mouth over my cockhead, and my dick is weeping cum. He swallows it down.

"Mmmm."

I'm on the verge already. I lift my hips, and he adds a third finger.

"Fuck."

"Stretching that hole...but doing this, too." He teases my prostate, making me ooze from my cockhead. He laps at it.