Page 125 of Tempting Fate

Em growls and kisses me again. “I’m a generous kind of guy,” he says, and he’s still holding on to me as he takes as much of Patch’s cock as he can. Patch must hit the back of his throat because Em makes a kind of choked, desperate sound, and I melt against his side, my cock throbbing between my legs.

Patch is faring no better. He has nothing to hold on to and his thighs shake. He doesn’t seem to know where to look, either. Em takes Patch deep over and over, stroking him hard every time he pulls back to take a breath, and I watch, fascinated, as Patch comes closer and closer to his climax.

His eyes go all hazy. He whimpers and whines, desperate but clearly knowing better than to touch, to try to urge Em on. Em rewards him by taking him deep again, then his eyes flick sideways to me.

I lean up and kiss Patch’s hip. “Come for us, baby. You know you want to fill your mates with your cum, don’t you?”

Mates does it. Even before I reach the end of the sentence, Patch’s hips are already jerking, whole body shaking, and he lets out a broken groan as he comes in Em’s mouth.

And Em takes all of it. Jesus. I stroke myself as I watch him, but when Patch is done, breath coming in short gasps, Em pulls off and grabs me by the chin. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue.

He’s so fucking hot. I can’t believe it. He tips my head so there’s no way Patch can miss this, and when he seals his lips over mine, Patch’s cum spills into my mouth.

I clutch at him desperately, swallowing what I can, and I can taste both of them when I suck on Em’s tongue and try to, somehow, get even closer. Em devours my mouth, owning me completely. I don’t care. Let him. He has the best fucking ideas, honestly, so he can make all the decisions.

We part and I blink at him like I’ve experienced a revelation. Maybe I have.

“Fuck me,” Patch whispers.

He’s still standing, but I think, barely. His hand is planted on the bedside table behind him, and his knees look weak and his cock is standing to attention like he didn’t just come at all.

“Hope I didn’t just suck all the stamina out of you,” Em says. His voice is a little raspy, lips swollen. I kiss him again because I can, and he gentles me with soft hands on my face.

“I could watch that forever,” Patch says.

“No,” I say. “No. We’ve still got a mate to fuck, remember?”

Em grins. Patch’s eyes flood with silver. “Yeah, I remember.”