I arch an eyebrow but stay silent. It’s enough to prompt her to continue, “I… uhm… I think it’s sexy.”
Daniel stiffens and he slowly turns his head so he can see her face. Amusement tickles the sides of my mouth.
“You—” Daniel clears his voice— “You do?”
“Hell, yes, you’re both gorgeous and clearly into this. How could I not get turned on by that?” She glances over to me. “I just realized we both got off, and you didn’t.”
Warmth spreads through my chest, slow and steady, until it feels like it might spill over, and I can’t quite keep the smile off my face. My hands tingle where they touch Daniel’s hip. “That’s okay.”
“Nu-uh, I don’t think so.” She nudges her husband. “What do you think? Should we give Daddy a blowjob?”
Even from my angle, I can see Daniel’s eyes go wide and an attractive blush colors his cheeks.
“I would like that.” He fixes his gaze on me. “Would you let us?”
“Hell yes. If my cock could smile, it would be grinning right now.” For a second, everything above my neck just… stops. I push up from the bed, slower than I mean to, dragging my focus back where it belongs. “I would like you both to kneel.”
I almost come right then and there when they both scramble off the mattress and slide to their knees in front of me. Placing my hands on both their heads, I lean forward and kiss first Melanie than Daniel. I keep it short and sweet. My cock is begging for attention.
A little awkward at first, Daniel observes while Melanie uses her hands and mouth on my cock. His breathing is ragged. When she comes up for air, she leans to the side and Daniel grips my dick. He’s careful. Too careful to my likings.
“It won’t break, Daniel. Grip it like you would your own dick.”
His hand tightens. My balls draw up.
“That’s it.”
He strokes a few times up and down, giving it a little twist on the downward movement.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
A much smaller hand cups my sack and gently rolls my balls. My breath stutters out of me, not because of what they’re doing, but because of what it means. The way they move together, like this isn’t something separate, not something divided, but shared. They move with an ease that shouldn’t be there, not the first time, not like this, and yet nothing falters, nothing hesitates.
I clench my hands into fists. I want to touch everything at once. One of them. Both of them. Anchor myself. I settle for their hair, fingers threading through.
Heat builds as Daniel’s mouth sinks over my length. It spreads and pulls something loose inside me. My head tips back before I realize I’ve let it, my body reacting before thought can catch up.
God.
My chest rises hard on a breath I don’t quite finish. Every nerve feels awake, not just where they touch me, but everywhere. My stomach tightens, my thighs, my hands where they grip a little too firmly. I try to ease it, to soften, but they don’t seem to mind. If anything, it draws them closer.
That’s what gets me.
Not just the sensation, though it’s there, layered and shifting in ways that don’t let me settle into one rhythm. It’s the awareness of them.
My focus fractures. I feel too much at once. Warmth, movement, breath, the brush of skin, the contrast of soft and firm, slow and sudden. It builds, recedes, and builds again, like waves that don’t crash but keep pulling me under anyway.
A sound leaves me before I can stop it. Low. Rough.
They don’t pause. Something deeper than the physical pull tightening low in my body. It settles in my chest and spreads outward until I feel it in my throat and behind my ribs.
My breathing turns uneven, shallow one moment, deep the next, chasing something I can’t quite reach yet. Every shift, every change in pressure or pace pulls another reaction out of me, strips another layer of restraint I didn’t realize I was holding onto.
I feel seen.
For a moment, everything slows. My senses turn sharper. I can pick up their breathing. It’s not just the sound, I can literallyfeel puffs of air on my most sensitive parts. The heat coils tighter, the tension building in a way that feels inevitable now. My body leans into it without hesitation, chasing that edge.
One of them, I think it’s Melanie, sucks on my balls.
