Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
He told himself again that he needed to keep his word.
Even so, he was torn. The thought of Ford fucking him both warmed and chilled him. Was he actually nervous about it? Yes, since it had been a long time since the last time he’d been fucked by a man.
Ford had shared with him that he regularly drove to State College for hookups. That meant he should be experienced enough to make sure Dylan didn’t suffer through it.
Sex was about pleasure, not pain… Well… Abusive pain, anyway. Pleasurable pain was not the same. One was welcomed, the other not.
Erin loved her ass beaten. Or her breasts bitten. Or her nipples twisted.
It made the pleasure more intense and took her into her subspace, a state of bliss. A euphoria most likely due to a release of endorphins, resulting in an effect similar to taking opioid drugs.
A sexual high, truth be told.
Dylan had experienced that euphoria himself before he realized he preferred to dominate rather than be subjugated. He liked the power and control that being a Dom gave him.
Luckily, Erin was into pleasurable pain since he loved doling out a good whipping or spanking as much as Ford did.
Rising to his knees, he shuffled forward until his thighs straddled Erin’s head. Inserting a thumb between her lips, he pulled her mouth open despite the fact she would’ve opened it on her own if asked or ordered.
But that wasn’t the point.
He shifted again and lowered himself until his balls brushed her lips. “Suck them.”
When her mouth circled his sack, he wobbled a bit. Her mouth was hot and wet, and her tongue skilled as she teased and played with them.
He swallowed his groan and without much thought, his arm shot out and he grabbed Ford by the back of the neck, yanking him forward. Their mouths slammed together, and he plunged his tongue in the other man’s mouth, giving him no mercy as he claimed it. Despite their tongues battling and their groans merging, Ford somehow managed to keep his rhythm steady while fucking Erin.
Dylan dug his fingertips deeper into Ford’s corded neck to hold him there while using his other hand to snag Ford’s nipple. Immediately, the other man grunted and deepened the kiss as Dylan went back and forth pinching and twisting his nipples until they were an angry red.
The perfect color.
It wasn’t long before Ford twisted his head to end the kiss, but he didn’t go far. His ragged panting pounded Dylan’s mouth as he continued to pound Erin’s pussy.
Dylan was impressed the man could concentrate on both. The steaming hot kiss was enough for Dylan to forget Erin had his balls in her mouth. It took her scraping her teeth along the delicate skin to bring him back to the situation at hand.
“I wish I had nipple clamps right now,” he murmured against Ford’s lips.
He had some in his personal toy cabinet, but he couldn’t be bothered to grab them now. He might break them out later if the two stayed for a second round.
Maybe even a third.
Once again, his insides fluttered from both anxiety and excitement, because he had no doubt what would happen in one of those rounds.
Before he could let that worry derail him, Erin released his balls. “I need to come again. Can I come, Sirs?”
Since Dylan recognized the sign of Ford’s locked jaws, he answered for both of them. “Yes, darlin’, come. Soak his cock.” He also moved off of Erin so he wouldn’t get an accidental headbutt in the nuts.
Nabbing one of Ford’s nipples again, as well as one of Erin’s, he twisted both as hard as he could. Once again, Erin bowed off the bed and slammed her pussy into Ford’s cum-covered cock.
Ford and Dylan’s eyes met once more. “She’s… coming.”
“Good,” rumbled from Dylan as he watched not only Erin come, but a few seconds later and with another deep grunt, Ford did, too.
His pulse rushed at the thought of their cum mixing together in the woman they just shared…
Chapter Twenty-Two
Once Ford pulled out, they didn’t let Erin move since they wanted their cum to remain inside her, but they did clean her up everywhere else. Afterward, he and Ford took turns in the bathroom. While in there, Dylan made sure all the candles were extinguished, and he pulled the drain stopper on the tub.
When he went back to the bedroom, both men massaged Erin’s muscles, peppered her with light kisses, and Ford lazily combed his fingers through her hair after undoing the braid that had held it in place. Dylan had a feeling that this was part of Erin’s normal aftercare.
The green-eyed monster tried to creep in, but he shoved it away. Jealousy didn’t belong in any polyamorous relationship. It might not always be easy to overcome, but that would be necessary for the relationship to be successful.