Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that Owen was ready for me. His hand ran lazily up and down his long length, slick with lube and glistening with precum. The sight of him made my skin buzz with anticipation. He reached for me, and I let him pull me down onto him. The crown of his cock pressed against that tight ring of muscles.
“Slide down, Liam,” Owen ordered softly.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I sank onto his cock inch by burning inch. The stretch was a delicious fullness that drew a shared groan from both of us. His girth filled me perfectly, the textured heat of him pulsing inside me and dragging against my walls as I bottomed out. The angle hit deep and nudged against that spot just right. The fill was overwhelming and wonderful all at once. I tried to move—needed to move—but his arm banded around my chest.
“You feel so goddamn good, baby,” he whispered. His beard scraped against my shoulder as he kissed there. He adjusted me with ease, pulling my knees over his thighs to hold them open wide. The position was obscene as it put me on display, my body stretched and clenching around Owen’s cock. That little thought made my cock jerk hard, and precum leaked down my shaft. “Don’t move. Let Ares worship that needy cock of yours.”
My breath hitched in my voice as my gaze flicked upward to meet Ares’s dark eyes. A slow smile spread over his handsome face while his gaze raked deliberately over my body, landing on where Owen was buried deep inside me.
“You do look pretty on his cock,” Ares murmured with what sounded like adoration in his voice. The compliment only made me blush deeper. He lowered to his knees in front of me, and his hands landed on my thighs. They swept over my muscles andup to where my balls brushed against the base of Owen’s cock. He rolled them in his palm, and his thumb pressed against the seam, tugging just enough to pull a whine from me.
Desperation clawed through me at his touch, and my hips practically twitched with the need to grind down Owen’s dick. Pressure coiled low in my core. Again, I tried to lift and move, but Owen’s arm tightened to pin me still. His teeth dragged over my ear, pulling a loud moan from me.
“Don’t move,” he repeated, “just feel. Let Ares finish what he started.”
Taking the words as an invitation, Ares leaned in close. Hot breath fanned across my shaft before his tongue flattened against the base. He slowly traced the vein in my cock. The relief was instant, and I sighed as my head fell back against Owen’s shoulder.
Ares’s tongue swirled my crown, and his tongue probed the slit, lapping up the precum gathering there. His lips slid around the head of my dick, and his tongue flicked relentlessly at the sensitive spot under the ridge as he sucked hard and slow.
“Oh,fuck,” I gasped with the sudden onslaught of pleasure. My hand shot up and tangled in Owen’s short hair, needing something to cling to. My muscles clenched tight around Owen’s cock and pulsed with the waves of sensations. His hips rolled up in micro-thrusts, his base grinding against my rim. The slight movement teased me and made it so damn difficult to hold still like he wanted me to.
“Look at you… holding still and taking his mouth like a good boy,” Owen praised softly in my ear. “Fingers in his hair, baby. Show him how you like it.”
I threaded my fingers through Ares’s long hair on command, but I didn’t take control. I was too far lost in the sensations of everything to care.
Ares sank deeper, his throat opening easily when I hit the back. Saliva dripped down my balls as he bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm—sucking on my crown, tongue swirling along the ridge, sliding down fast to swallow all of me. He gagged slightly with each pass, but the filthy sound was hot and only managed to turn me on more.
Pressure spiked inside me, and my balls drew up tight under Ares’s grip. He pulled off with a wet pop, and that string of precum and spit connecting us was almost enough to do me in.
“You’re close,” he commented, and I nodded breathlessly.
“Feed him your cum, baby,” Owen ordered in my ear. I shifted enough to kiss him, needing more from him. His tongue surged past my lips with a hunger that matched my own.
Ares’s mouth enveloped me once more, swallowing all of me. The tight squeeze of his throat around my crown had me gasping into Owen’s mouth. My body arched as I lost all control. Cum flooded Ares’s tongue in heavy spurts as my dick jerked. He drank every drop without spilling any of it, milking every pulse until I was a shuddering mess in Owen’s lap.
Even as my dick softened slightly, he didn’t stop. His tongue lapped over every inch of my length to clean me up.
“So fucking perfect,” Ares praised between licks.
“Yes, he is,” Owen agreed.
And Lord fucking help me, despite everything, my dick twitched with eager anticipation.
CHAPTER 07
Owen
The vise grip Liam’s ass had on my cock as he came was the definition of exquisite torture—the kind that almost made me come without moving inside him. The rhythmic pulses squeezed my length impossibly tight in waves that dragged from base to tip. I prided myself on the control I had with my clients. Every moment and every action was tailored with them in mind. But Liam? Liam tempted my control.
No one had ever pushed me the way he did. He was so goddamn tight, the hot drag of his walls rippling around me with every shuddering breath he took.
I buried my face in his chestnut hair as I inhaled deeply. Sweat mixed with the light spice of his fading cologne, and I committed the scent to memory. My hands splayed across his lean abs to feel them flex under my palms as he dragged in ragged breaths. Every pass of Ares’s tongue over his spent cock had his bodywrithing above mine, his hole clenching around my length. I rode out the pressure around my cock, my balls tight and aching as I refused to tip over the edge with him. Not yet.
“So fucking perfect,” Ares praised between licks. His lips sealed around Liam’s softening shaft, sucking him through the aftershock.
“Yes, he is,” I murmured in agreement. It was just words—I knew that—things we said to bring the fantasy to life for him. But I meant it. Fuck, I meant it with every fiber of my being.
The obsession with him was full-blown. There was no denying it, and I didn’t even care. All I cared about was the feel of his body around mine and how badly I wanted to drown in the feeling. Whatever this was, it wasn’t normal. I’d fucked plenty of men—beautiful men and eager clients—but none had captivated me like this. None had held me in both mind and body so swiftly. It was disorienting and invigorating all at once, but I didn’t have time to focus on it.
