“You taste so goddamn sweet,” he commented.
“It’s the mango,” I mumbled, making him chuckle. Even the sound of his laughter was downright sinful.
“It’s not the mango, pretty boy,” Ares said. He leaned in and kissed me once more, harder and more demanding.
My lounge pants had gone from loose to uncomfortably tight in the span of that first kiss. I shifted on the stool, trying to find some kind of release, and the friction only made it worse. A wet spot bloomed on the navy fabric. I was hard and aching, and nothing had even happened yet.
Ares’s palm dragged over my inner thigh until his fingers brushed over the outline of my cock. My heart stuttered in my chest at the light contact, and a desperate sound escaped my throat. A smile curled his lips as his mouth brushed against mine briefly.
“Look at you… ready to go all over again,” he murmured, his voice low and impossibly sexy. He traced my length through the thin fabric, and his fingers followed the ridges of my dick from base to tip. The slight pressure he applied was just enough to make my breath hitch in my throat.
Owen’s teeth scraped against the sensitive spot just below my ear. My back arched into him as he bit down just enough to sting. While he held me there, Ares’s hand smoothed over my cock in long strokes. The sound I made was unrecognizable.
“Do you like it when Owen bites you, pretty boy?” Ares asked. His hand drifted up and away from my cock, despite the little way my hips shifted toward him for more. His fingers danced over my waistband but didn’t go any higher.
“Yes,” I rasped. Was it weird to want bite marks from Owen? Or was it weirder that I didn’t crave that same kind of thing from Ares? I repeated, “Yes.”
“Good,” Owen said when he released me, his chest rumbling against my back. He smoothed his tongue over the bite mark, soothing the sting slightly. The faint ache of his mark lingered,and I knew it’d be there for days. That singular thought made my cock visibly twitch. He leaned back and took hold of the hem of my shirt, lifting it slightly. “Arms up for me, Liam.”
I lifted without hesitation, and he dragged it up over my head. The cool air in the kitchen hit my bare skin, sending a cascade of goosebumps across my arms and chest. Inching closer, Ares’s mouth found my nipple, and his tongue flicked out, tracing a teasing circle. He closed his lips around it, sucking gently before dragging his teeth across the sensitive peak. The light graze sent a jolt through me, and I moaned loudly. My hand found the back of his head, and my fingers threaded through his hair as he repeated the attention on the other side.
As he did, his hand slipped inside my pants, shoving the waistband down enough to make access to my dick easier. He wrapped his hand around my length and stroked, milking a fresh bead of precum out of me with each pass. The pace he set was taunting and lazy, just enough to drive me crazy.
“Last request of the night, baby,” Owen whispered in my ear, his breath warm and making me shiver. “Tell us what you want. Anything is on the table.”
“It could be you on the table,” Ares teased.
Both stopped, their hands stilling on my body in a way that made my dick ache and my skin itch for more. Stopping was unbearable. My thoughts spun, trying to catch up with the rampant want that had been building inside me all night—the fantasy slowly becoming clearer.
I wanted them. Both of them. Not in turns, not trading off. I wanted to feel both of them at the same time. I wanted the feel of Owen’s thick cock stretching me wide while Ares slid in beside him. I wanted the burn and euphoria of both their cocks at once. I wanted to feel the impossible fullness of being split open by them. I wanted to feel how my body yielded and accommodated them as they moved inside me.
“I want…” The words faded as I swallowed hard. It almost felt too filthy to admit out loud. Owen’s hands squeezed my shoulders for reassurance.
“What do you want, pretty boy?” Ares asked.
“I want both of you,” I whispered, my voice raw with desperation and need. “I want both of you… at the same time.”
There was a moment of silence as Owen’s palms rubbed down my upper arms, and Ares stared at me, that dark gaze peeling me apart layer by layer without ever saying a word.
“Are you asking for both of us to fill that perfect ass of yours until you can’t feel anything but our cocks?” He arched a brow curiously as he waited for me to give him an answer. I just nodded.
“Words, Liam,” Owen reminded me gently. “Use your voice like a good boy and tell us how much you want both of us inside you.”
“So much,” I let out. “I want you both inside me.”
Ares’s mouth landed on mine in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing past my lips. Owen’s hand slid around my throat and gave a light squeeze that ripped a groan from me. Before pulling away, Ares dragged his teeth over my lower lip hard enough to sting.
“Up,” Ares ordered and offered me a hand. “Let’s see just how pretty you look split open on our cocks.”
CHAPTER 12
Liam
I’d never look at leather couches the same way again. There was just no way I could be fucked by both of them twice on one and ever be the same.
I also couldn’t look at one again without thinking of how Owen looked as he sat on it, his long cock in his hand as he stroked himself. My eyes fixated on him, and I couldn’t look away, even if I wanted to. There was something hypnotic about the way his fist moved along his thick shaft, like he had all the time in the world and wanted me to watch every second of it. I watched how his forearm muscles flexed with every pass and how precum gathered on his slit. I found myself holding my breath, enamored with him. Covering his cock in lube shouldn’t have looked so impossibly sexy.
“Come here,” Owen said, beckoning me toward him. I took his extended hand as I straddled his lap. His voice was rough as he murmured, “Sit on my cock, baby. Let me feel you.”
