Garrett’s lips trailed up his spine before the head of his slicked cock came to press at Arlon’s entrance. Arlon shuddered, tensing automatically before Bridgette drew him into a gentle kiss. Her fingers stroked through his hair, their breath mingling like she was breathing courage into him.
Arlon moaned against her lips before his muscles relaxed as he surrendered to them. Garrett’s hands tightened on his waist before he slowly, carefully eased into him. The stretch was more than he expected, and Arlon’s breath left him in a rush. His arms trembled, but Bridgette was there to support him, her lips smiling against his.
“He’s thick, isn’t he?” she purred, and Arlon wordlessly nodded. “You’re taking him so well.”
The praise washed over him like a warm breeze, sending gooseflesh skittering over his skin as Garrett gave a slow, shallow thrust. Arlon let out a low moan as Bridgette kissed down his jaw. Her voice was a breathy whisper by his ear. “That’s it, big boy.” Her soft hand reached down to wrap around Arlon’s dripping length. “Let me hear you.”
“F-fuck,” Arlon gasped, skin rippling as Garrett’s hips came to rest against his ass, his cock sheathed fully inside of him.
“Still alright?” Garrett asked, his own voice breathless with desire.
Arlon’s head swam, lost in the high of pleasure. “Do you feel me tapping?”
Bridgette smirked against his neck before her teeth nipped gently. The spark of pain made Arlon’s cock twitch in her grip.
“Sure don’t,” Garrett chuckled before he inched out, pulling back to the tip. “But I do want to hear you shout.”
Garrett’s hips snapped forward in one smooth motion, and Arlon’s breath left him in a guttural groan. Bridgette’s hand sped up around his cock, and Arlon quivered helplessly, torn between trying to thrust into her grip even as Garrett fucked into him again. It was a little rougher, a little deeper, and Arlon did shout then, his eyes flying wide as pleasure sparked through his body.
Arlon became aware of every way they were connected. From Bridgette’s hand on his cock, her body so close to him that he could smell the scent of cloves and apple blossom clinging to her, to Garrett’s hard length inside of him, his strong grip on his waist.
Arlon’s mind went blank between the two of them, all fear and doubt erased by their touch and mutual pleasure. He rode the waves of sensation that seemed to ebb and flow with every thrust, every stroke. A vague part of him realized he wouldn’t be able to finish like this, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The connection, the closeness, was somehow far more satisfying than his own pleasure.
Garrett’s pace sped up, and Arlon savored the feel of opening around him again and again. All the while, Bridgette’s hand never stopped as she murmured quiet praise and filth into his ear. “How does he feel, Arlon?”
Something like a whimper broke past his lips, a sound so out of place that he didn’t even recognize himself. “G-good,” he gasped. “Fuck, he feels good.”
Bridgette chuckled as one hand slid through his hair before gripping hard. Arlon let out a shout of surprise as she pulledhis head up, snapping him to attention. Her blue eyes were like the hottest part of a flame, alight with lust.
“Keep your eyes on me, big boy,” she said as she let his rigid cock fall from her grip. “I want to see your face when he finishes in you.”
Arlon felt like he was floating out of his body, his gaze drawn to her like a lodestone. He didn’t think he could look away even if he wanted to. Behind him, Garrett’s pace reached a fever pitch, his hips slapping against Arlon’s ass with each deep thrust. One arm snaked around Arlon’s chest before Garrett pulled him to kneel up, his pace never faltering.
The angle change made Arlon grunt, pulse roaring as Garrett’s thrusts got rougher, more desperate. Tusks bit down on his shoulder, and Arlon shouted as his hand flew back to cup the other man’s head. His hard cock bobbed with every jerk of Garrett’s hips, his tip red and leaking. As much as he wanted to feel her grip around him again, Bridgette’s hand had found something else to do.
Arlon could only watch as Bridgette leaned back and spread her knees before her hand slid down between her legs. She teased through pale curls until she reached the folds of her cunt and pressed one finger in. Arlon’s length throbbed, a whimper of need escaping him as Garrett let out a low groan. The other man tensed, and with how they were connected, Arlon could feel the way Garrett’s cock swelled before his end overtook him.
Garrett’s hips stuttered to a stop, and Arlon let out a gasp as the other man’s seed spilled into him. Arlon quivered as lips pressed gently against the back of his shoulder, Garrett’s breath puffing against his skin. It was both a relief and a disappointment when Garrett pulled out of him, and Arlon couldn’t help the full-bodied shudder that wracked him at the loss.
His vision swam into focus on Bridgette’s flushed face. Her lower lip was held between her teeth, two fingers buried deep in her cunt. The sight made Arlon’s hard cock bob, his need surging hot.
“Fuck,” Bridgette whispered, her voice shaky with desire. “I don’t think I could get tired of watching that.”
“Told you. Cuckquean,” Garrett chuckled before he pressed one more kiss to Arlon’s shoulder. When he gently pushed him forward, Arlon fell onto his hands and knees in front of her. “Your turn.”
Bridgette smiled as she pulled her fingers from her cunt to beckon Arlon closer. “Come on then, big boy.”
He crawled forward in a daze, closing the distance between them. Some of Garrett’s ample seed slid down his thigh, and Arlon shuddered as he wrapped his lips around Bridgette’s fingers. Her lips parted in silent, delighted surprise as Arlon sucked her clean.
Once he was finished, Bridgette wrapped her arms around him, drawing his head down to her chest. Arlon obeyed the silent order as he found one pink nipple and pulled it into his mouth. Bridgette let out a breathy moan, her fingers gripped tight in his hair. Arlon kissed across her pale chest, tongue darting out to taste her skin.
Bridgette squirmed, quiet sounds of pleasure escaping her until she put a hand against his chest. Arlon moved at the wordless command, falling back onto the mat so Bridgette could straddle his hips. Her silver hair fell over her shoulder as she looked down at him, her face flushed with pleasure.
“Is this alright?” she asked.
Arlon grabbed her hips, a sound of need leaving his lips like a plea for mercy. “Yes.”
Bridgette hummed before she rocked her hips just so, and Arlon shuddered as his cock dragged across her entrance. Hishands tightened on her hips, and Bridgette only teased him for a moment longer before she descended on him. The air left his lungs as her warm, wet heat enveloped him.
