Page 54 of Whirlwind

Master Eric’s hand withdrew from his cock, both a blessing and a curse. He desperately wanted those strong fingers stroking him, but he knew if it kept up, he would come.

At last, Micah felt Taylor’s strong legs come up hard against his ass. He was stuffed so full, opened so wide, that he could barely think. No one moved.

Then Micah felt a slick finger circling his rim where their bodies joined. His skin was stretched so tightly, and Taylor’s cock was so hot. Both subs whimpered.

The teasing touch continued, stroking gently around one side and then the other. Micah couldn’t image how the other sub kept still. He felt the trembling in the other man’s legs, in his muscular arms where they gripped the platform by his ribs. But the thick cock was still locked motionless inside him.

The finger withdrew, and then Taylor’s moans began. The big man’s body was almost still, except for the tell-tale jerks of muscle as he lost the battle to keep entirely motionless. Each jerk rubbed and stimulated Micah’s burning hole, but by microscopic amounts.

What was Master Julio doing to him? Playing with his asshole? Pinching his nipples? Fucking him already without allowing him to move?

He couldn’t see because Master Eric had returned to lazily kissing and licking along his neck, as though they were making out on the couch instead of having the most intense sexual experience of Micah’s life. The juxtaposition of that deep burn and the gentle kisses were driving him crazy.

Micah couldn’t hold himself still any longer, and he squirmed a bit. Tayler groaned at the movement, and his breath came in pants, hot against his back.

Micah was almost used to the stretch in his hole, and now he wanted movement. Only the two Doms didn’t seem to be in any hurry. Whatever Master Julio was doing to Taylor clearly had him right on the edge. Micah found himself holding his breath.

Then Taylor’s strong thighs were drawn back, and he was thrust hard into Micah’s stretched hole. Both subs cried out, in desperation and delight. It was so much, too much, impossible to capture and control.

It happened again, and again, that impossible friction so deep inside him. He could feel the weight of both bodies crashing into him with each thrust. Micah fought against his restraints, looking for anything to hold on to, and loving how the straps gave him that resistance.

Master Eric pressed one broad hand down at the top of his spine, forcing him back into place. It was exactly what he needed. “I already told you, boy.”

He had. He had told him, and Micah wanted desperately to follow that command. He nodded.

“What did I tell you?”

“Not to… not to come, Sir.”