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Finn finally pressed the finger inside Jackson.
Jackson choked.
As Finn fingered Jackson opened, Jackson was able to bob on Michael’s cock. Michael was such a joy to pleasure. His eyes bright, his soft noises excited Jackson, and he always praised Jackson.
Jackson began to stroke as he sucked off Michael. Stroke up, head down. Stroke up, head down. Michael didn’t force his hips off the bar top, but he was wiggling. With the hand still on Michael’s hip, Jackson tightened his fingers.
Licking, lapping up Michael’s precum, Jackson pressed his tongue under the head of Michael’s cock. Michael went crazy under him. Jackson swirled his tongue, giving himself time to catch his breath, then took Michael down his throat again. He swallowed repeatedly until he needed air.
Michael’s soft cries rose in volume.
Finn had three fingers deep inside Jackson, pressing against his prostate. Jackson rode Finn’s fingers hard and fast.
Michael’s hips moved up and down, gaining speed, his hand gripping Jackson’s fair tugging while also trying to push Jackson down.
Finn removed his fingers then finally the head of his cock pressed against Jackson’s entrance.
Jackson pushed back.
Finn pressed forward.
Michael thrust down Jackson’s throat.
It was all too much and yet not enough.
Jackson whined. Michael’s cock deep. Finn’s cock deeper. He was getting it from both ends and that might be the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.
“Fuck his mouth, baby,” Finn ordered. “Feed him your cum.”
“Yes, Daddy!” Michael’s hips were already moving quickly as he balanced on the edge of an orgasm.
Finn let out a low groan before pulling back and slamming inside Jackson. Hard. Perfect. Oh! Jackson wanted to come so bad.
He squeezed around Finn’s shaft, drawing a curse from the older man.
Finn took complete control then. He held Jackson’s hips in a punishing grasp as his thrusts turned deep, primal, and full of ownership. Yes, Finn owned every inch of Jackson. The sound of the chain beating against the bar top echoed in the room but wasn’t loud enough to drown out their pleasure.
Michael was the first to come. Spunk coated the inside of Jackson’s mouth and throat. He tried to swallow as much as he could. A few drops leaked from the corner of his mouth.
Finn pumped into him faster as Finn dropped his hand and stroked Jackson. It only took three firm tugs then Jackson was yelling out his pleasure for anyone near them to hear.
Michael petted Jackson’s head through his orgasm.
Finn rammed himself deep and then filled Jackson up.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. That had been amazing.
Fucked out of his mind, Jackson didn’t understand the screaming at first.
“How could you!”
Chapter Sixteen
Michael
Turning his head toward the guy that had been dressed as the pup, Michael gaped at him. The guy had ripped the blue pup mask off his face. It was Cary Jeffers. How’d he get in there? Why was he there? Had he just watched them have sex?
Well obviously, he'd watched them but—
