Viktor shifted, bringing my face back to his pit, his arm hooked around my head, holding me there, making me breathe him in, lick him clean, savor him like I’d never get another chance. His biceps flexed under my mouth, chest rising and falling with every gasp, every moan, every filthy praise.
Dom’s cock pistoned in and out, dragging against my sweet spot, making my body tremble, sweat dripping down my back, pooling at the base of my spine. His hands stayed rough, possessive, squeezingmy ass, slapping the flesh, making me clench, making Viktor moan at the feel of it all.
Viktor watched me, eyes wild, lips parted, pride and hunger tangled in every line of his face. “Good boy,” he whispered, his accent thick and rich, his thumb smearing sweat over my lips. “You do it so well. So eager to please. So hungry for us.”
My mouth was a mess, spit and sweat and precome smeared over my chin, my cheeks, my neck. Viktor’s hands never left me, guiding me, owning me, pulling my mouth to his pit, his bicep, his abs, making sure I tasted every drop of him, every part he wanted to offer.
Dom’s rhythm grew rougher, deeper, his cock stretching me, owning me, every thrust making me cry out, making my body shudder, making Viktor’s praise pour over me like blessing and threat.
Tongue worshipped every line of Viktor’s body—slicking salt from under his arms, tracing veins along his biceps, mouthing along the deep ridges of his abs while his hand cradled the back of my skull, never letting me break away. The heat of his arousal, the raw scent of him, settled into my bones and made me ache, a need I couldn’t outrun. Dom’s teeth raked over my spine, the scrape sharp enough to sting, hips snapping, hands gripping my waist until I gasped and ground back for more.
Viktor pressed two fingers into my mouth, curling them on my tongue, drawing more spit as I moaned and licked, eyes half-closed in worship and exhaustion. His thumb traced over my jaw, the slow possessive drag sending sparks through my whole body. “Sloppy for me,” he praised, voice a low rumble. “That’s how I want you. Let Dom see what a good slut you are.”
Dom’s laughter darkened, rough hands dragging down my back, squeezing the flesh of my ass, his cock dragging slow and deep, pressing against that spot inside me until my knees nearly buckled. “Never seen anyone so desperate,” Dom taunted, voice thick. “Taking both of us like you were fucking born for it.”
My lips found Viktor’s pit again, licking, tasting, moaning into his skin as he held me close, his sweat mixing with mine, his free hand squeezing the back of my neck, a leash I never wanted to escape.
Dom finally slowed, cock pulling free with a filthy, wet sound, hands dragging up my sides, leaving me empty, shaking, desperate for more. He pressed his lips to my shoulder, biting down, leaving a mark that would last. “Let’s swap,” Dom said, voice low and hungry. “I want to watch you ride Viktor’s cock, want to see you split yourself open for him.”
Viktor caught my jaw, tilting my face up, his lips brushing mine—sweat, spit, and command in the kiss. “Do it, prince. Lube me up. Show me how much you want it.”
Nerves tingled, muscles shaking, my hands scrambling for the bottle Dom shoved into my palm. I knelt between Viktor’s spread thighs, the candlelight tracing every sharp angle, every hard ridge of muscle. My fingers wrapped around his cock, slick and heavy, already leaking for me. I worked the lube up and down his length, slow and reverent, thumb circling the head, spreading the slick until every inch glistened.
Viktor watched every movement, eyes bright, his chest rising and falling with ragged need. “Get on,” he growled, voice tight, hungry. “Want to feel you squeeze me. Want you to ruin yourself on my cock.”
Dom’s hands guided me up, steadying my hips, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, voice dark and taunting. “Go slow. Let me see you take every inch. Want to see your face when he fills you.”
Knees trembling, I straddled Viktor’s hips, the blunt head of his cock nudging my slicked hole, the anticipation so sharp I nearly sobbed. Viktor gripped my thighs, holding me open, guiding me down inch by slow, perfect inch, the stretch burning, perfect, every muscle straining to take him. The weight of him, the thickness, made me gasp, mouth falling open, eyes fluttering closed as I sank all the way down, Viktor’s cock buried to the root inside me.
Dom’s hand slid up my spine, fingers tangling in my hair, tilting my head back. “Look at me,” Dom commanded. “Let Viktor see how hungry you are.”
Viktor’s eyes locked with mine, possessive and feral. “Ride me. Use me. I want to feel you break on my cock.”
I rocked my hips, grinding down, the pressure exquisite, Viktorfilling me, splitting me open, every movement sending sparks up my spine. His hands squeezed my waist, his grip bruising, his voice a stream of praise and filth, urging me on, demanding more.
Dom watched, one hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking slow, eyes glued to where I took Viktor, the wet slide, the mess. “You see that, Viktor? He was made for this. Fuck, you look so good together.”
Viktor caught my chin, spit pooling on his tongue before he let it drip into my mouth, feeding it to me, his thumb smearing it across my lips, over my cheek. I swallowed, dizzy, desperate for more, tongue chasing every drop. “Want more?” Viktor teased, voice a snarl. “Beg for it.”
“Please—feed me, fuck me, use me,” I panted, grinding down harder, Viktor’s cock nudging that spot inside me that made me see stars, sweat dripping down my back, my cock bouncing against his abs, leaking, aching.
Viktor grinned, spit glistening on his lips, and shoved two fingers in my mouth again, making me suck, making me drool for him. His biceps flexed, chest heaving, the sight of him alone enough to keep me teetering on the edge.
Dom knelt behind, hands roaming my back, nails dragging red lines up my sides, his voice a low growl in my ear. “Keep riding him. Don’t stop. Want you to come without even being touched.”
Viktor’s hands guided my hips, up and down, grinding me into him, his cock splitting me open, the fullness too much and not enough. His spit and praise and flexing body—biceps, abs, pits—became my whole world, every breath full of him.
I never wanted it to end—sweat, spit, desperate friction, Viktor’s cock inside me, Dom’s hands everywhere, bodies flexing and flexing and flexing, three men tangled in a hunger too big for words.
Dom’s grip tightened on my hips, steadying me as his chest pressed flush to my back, heat radiating between our bodies, the muscles of his arms corded tight as he braced himself. My body trembled, thighs burning, sweat slick on my skin. I gasped, head rollingback onto Dom’s shoulder, Viktor’s cock buried deep inside, grinding against that spot that made me see stars.
Dom pressed his mouth to my ear, breath hot, words curling down my spine. “Ready for more, prince? You think you can take both of us—think you can handle being filled until you can’t breathe?”
A broken whimper spilled from my lips, hips rolling, cock leaking onto Viktor’s abs. “Please—need it—need both of you, want to be ruined?—”
Viktor’s hands tightened, holding my hips wide, his cock twitching inside me. “Spread him,” Viktor ordered, voice rough and dark. “I want to see him take it. Want to feel you fuck him while he’s split open on me.”
Dom spat in his palm, thick and wet, the sound lewd in the air. He stroked his cock, lining up behind me, the heavy head pressing to my hole, Viktor’s cock still buried deep inside. My breath caught, every muscle going taut with anticipation, fear, hunger.
