Lauren lays back, settling in to watch, as I beckon the bottle of lube from him. I’m leaking in my goddamn pants right now, so ready to be inside his ready and waiting perfect pink hole. My cock is swollen so painfully, I momentarily wonder how long I’m going to last.
Lauren sucked me off earlier so Ishouldbe able to go a little longer, but looking at Marcus spread out before me like this? I’m having serious doubts. Fuck, I am the luckiest man alive, and where that used to leave me feeling guilty, I realize I’m starting to see how flawed that way of thinking was.
I twist the base of the plug, pulling it out slowly, admiring the way his ass wants to keep suctioning it back in. I pump it a couple of times, causing him to whimper, shifting on his knees before me. He loves being teased and edged, but I don’t know if I have it in me tonight. The draw to bury myself deep within him is too strong.
With the plug fully out, I quickly shed my pants and slather my cock with lube. I paint what’s left on my fingers over his puckered hole,making sure he’s still wet for me. I inch forward on my knees, pressing my tip to his tight entrance.
My intent was to go in slow, to draw this out a bit before I start pounding into him. Marcus, however—being the needy little slut he is—feels me there and presses backwards. My cock breaches the chokehold grip his hole has on me and I’m seated fully within him in one quick glide.
“Ohf-f-fuuuck,” Marcus groans languidly.
He doesn’t even give himself but a second to adjust before he’s thrusting back, impaling himself on me over and over. I bend forward, slumping my body over his, causing him to nearly still while I’m embedded inside him.
I press kisses on the tops of his shoulders, along the nape of his neck, rocking into him slower.
“I love you so much, baby,” Marcus whimpers. “Please, Caleb.Pleasefuck me harder.”
I slip my hand up the back of his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair, giving his head a tug back towards me. I grin, kissing his temple, before thrusting into him with an intensity I’ve never gone at before. Hard, fast, relentless, and punishing. Skin slaps against skin, and Marcus is left wordless, all that’s spilling out past his lips are thefilthiestof moans and groans. Add to that, the tinkling of the little bells on his nipples, and we’re really setting a festive, thoroughly debauched, holiday scene.
Lauren never takes her eyes off the point of our connection. I watch as she writhes on her toy, whimpering and whining. One of her hands presses the vibrator firmly against her clit, while the other cups one of her full breasts, kneading and groping.
“Mmph,” she muffles out. “So fucking hot. Watching you two fuck is what I want for Christmas every”—she sucks in a deep breath—“year.”
I grin at her. Well, I try to at least. The way I look like a wild animal tearing into its prey—all sweaty and panting—I’m not so sure my expression looks anything less thanferalat this point. I think her watching me claim my victory is turning me on even more though.
Marcus’ arms buckle, causing him to flop forward, pushing his ass into the air even more. I readjust, uprighting myself again and inching even further forward on my knees. The whole bed is rocking underneath the force of my thrusting, and when I reach between Marcus’ legs to cup his balls, I find them already tightening, drawing up towards his groin.
Lauren must sense him about to come as well because suddenly she blurts, “C-come on me—ungh!—come on me, Marco…”
We shift just enough so that Marcus is aimed straight for her. With my free hand, I hold his skirt out of the way, and with one more strangled groan from him, he starts shooting off all over Lauren’s chest, her bouncing breasts accepting his abundant load. She clenches her thighs around her hand, her body trembling as her eyes roll back, neck arching off the pillow.
On a cry of both of our names—a jumbled combination of Caleb and Marcus—she rides out her own orgasm. The sight of it all renders me following suit directly afterward, and I bury myself in more, trying to drive my cum into Marcus’ fluttering insides even further. I shoot so hard and so much that it’s leaking out the confines of his clenched hole.
Lauren swipes a line of Marcus’ cum off her flat stomach with her fingers and then sits up, feeding it to me. I wrap my lips around her digits, thoroughly licking them clean. Then, sheoffers him the same thing, which he greedily accepts. We both take turns sucking his cum off her fingers until there’s nothing left of it on her flushed torso.
Though I’m spent, I don’t want anymore of my release seeping out of Marcus just yet. I stay within him, still feeling the effects of the aftershocks rolling through me. We roll over, still joined, and bask in the afterglow—the floaty feeling of coming down from a rush.
Pure bliss.
Marcus twists his head back and asks me, “Are we turning cockwarming into a thing now?”
I chuckle, trying like hell not to slip out of him as I soften. It’s no use though. More of my cum starts leaking out of him, and while the sight of it is tempting to keep watching, I hate the thought of him needing to dry clean this outfit right away. Might need a little more use before packing it away after Christmas is over.
“Put the plug back in,” Marcus suggests.
Lauren hunts around for it and then passes it to me. I slip it back into place while Lauren fetches us some wet washcloths to clean the rest of us up with because—hell, we worked up quite a sweat. Heck, we’re both so spent that neither of us balked about Lauren being the one to get up and take care of us.
I sit up a bit so I can sign easier. “Do you like cockwarming?” I ask.
Marcus tilts his head. “Never really tried it, to be honest.”
“Do you have some sort of a kink list you’re working through?”
He chuckles. “Nah, just an abstract bunch of things that I’ve always wanted to try, but never thought I’d be able to because, well, the thought of cockwarming Eggplant Earl is a little, uh, underwhelming.”
Lauren stops short when she comes back into the room. Her brows zip together. “What the hell kind of conversation did I just step back into?”
“Marcus wants to try cockwarming,” I tell her.
