Page 87 of Whirlwind

Ben sat at the front of the chair, his knees wide and his posture commanding. The dark hair on his muscular chest was tightly curled and sparse, a light dusting over his smooth, umber skin. His abs were mostly smooth, the rich brown tones glowing with copper undertones in the soft light. His cock, in a nest of black hair, was much darker than the rest of his skin. Almost a midnight black.

Parker moved further into the room. He was mesmerized watching the contrast of Dakota’s almost translucent peach hands and lightly painted pink lips against the deep coal of Ben’s dick. Dakota was hungry for it, slobbering and moaning as they lapped at the head and then took him deeper.

Ben’s face remained stern, but his eyes were dilated and his breathing heavy as he commanded Dakota with a firm hand in their hair. Even when he yanked roughly, it was clear he was giving Dakota exactly what they needed.

Then, Ben looked up and met Parker’s eyes. His gaze was magnetic, as it always had been, absorbing all of Parker’s attention.

For a long time, they just looked at each other, taking each other in. A current of understanding passed between them and Parker knew that this would work. They were finding their way to each other at last.

Ben wasn’t just trusting himself to Parker, they were each trusting the other with themselves. Whatever happened next, they would both be making themselves vulnerable, and they would both be reaching for something they wanted.

Ben gave him a brief nod, but unlike the nervous, determined one from earlier, this was an invitation.

“Look at you two,” Parker cooed, bringing himself into the scene. “So fucking sexy. Ben, I wish you could see Dakota like this, so hungry for you and wearing our marks on their back.”

Ben stepped in to help direct the scene, maintaining their shared control. “Parker, you should feel our dirty slut’s mouth. They’re such a good little cocksucker.”

Parker strode over to stand near the chair. Ben pulled Dakota from his own dick to guide him toward Parker’s. Parker shoved down his outer pair of boxers to reveal his cock, appreciating the greedy hunger in Ben’s eyes.

Dakota fell on his cock with abandon, making a show of appreciation with their tongue. The whole time, Ben directed them with that tight hand in their hair, using Dakota to give Parker pleasure.

And, oh God, was it good. Parker cupped the base of the packer so that he could direct the angle while Dakota’s mouth tugged and pushed. Every motion Dakota made was amplified in that tight suction around Parker’s biological cock. Even when he momentarily slipped out and had to redirect, the sensation was mind blowing.

Parker fought to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head, not wanting to miss a second of the sexy sub sucking him under Ben’s command.

Fuck he could never go back to his old packer after this. He felt everything, the sensation in his body perfectly in tune with the vision of Dakota with his mouth stuffed full, all combining for an embodied experience of it being his cock in a way he’d never had before.

“How much can you feel?” Ben asked with a touch of surprise.

Some distant part of Parker’s mind realized that Ben must have been observing him very carefully in the past to realize that something was different now.

Just getting the words out was difficult. “Ugh, all of it. Oh, baby, so good.” He pushed into Dakota’s waiting mouth. “When Dakota, unnh, when Dakota sucks me there’s something inside that, uhhhh, God, let’s me feel all of it. I just...” He was seriously losing the battle with speech. “I didn’t know it would be this good.”

Ben abruptly changed his motions, setting up a rapid rhythm with Dakota’s mouth that they accommodated with a tight suction.

“Oh, like that, oh, fuck...” He was dangerously close to tipping over the edge.

It was more than just the sensations in his body. He felt powerfully connected to both Dakota and Ben as they pleasured him together. The rightness of his body only added to the perfect communication between the three of them.

Then, Ben pulled Dakota off.

Parker drew in a gasping breath and gave Ben an evil glare. “Fucker.” That’s what he got for playing with another Dom.

Ben chuckled. “I believe you had other plans for that hard-on tonight.”

Holy shit. He’d almost forgotten. “Oh, yeah. That sexy ass is going to be mine.”

“Let’s see what you got.” Ben smirked, and Parker was relieved to see that he didn’t look as worried any more. Putting him back in control of Dakota had been the right choice.

Parker was starting to see the evening take shape. They would all be making this work together, Ben sharing control rather than yielding it and Dakota merging them seamlessly together.

“Oh, I’ll give it to you,” he thrust his erection forward lewdly. “But first I want to see our sexy pet eating your ass.”

“Mmm...” Dakota moaned, “yes, Sir!” Parker couldn’t think of anyone more perfect for the two of them, so playful and enthusiastically eager for anything they got up to.

When he spoke, Parker had been thinking of Ben kneeling on the bed, but he didn’t want to give a command. Instead, Ben considered for a moment, then shifted his seat to the very front of the chair and leaned back. Even as he gave Dakota access, he was still able to loom over them.

Parker approved, glad that he hadn’t made the decision on Ben’s behalf. He watched as Dakota kissed up Ben’s thighs, gave a lingering lick down his balls, and then went for the prize.