Page 91 of Whirlwind

Ben stilled, and Parker stilled with him, waiting. “Kiss him, Dakota,” he murmured.

Dakota, bound by Ben’s hands, could do nothing but offer up their mouth, but Ben accepted the invitation.

Their kisses started out languid, and gradually grew more heated. At last, Parker felt Ben’s body relax and he started to push forward again.

He drew back and inched forward in tiny increments. He wasn’t in any hurry, and this already felt amazing. Each small movement seemed to radiate out from his cock to his whole body.

He needed to distract himself, or this would be over far too soon. He started talking, hoping to encourage the two of them on while keeping his own control.

“God, Ben, you feel so fucking good. So tight around me and, fuck, I love your muscles.” He licked a stripe up Ben’s back. “Can’t get enough of you.” He dug strong fingers into Ben’s back, his arms, his hips.

“And Dakota, look at you. So sexy and wanton, giving yourself up for us. Such a cockslut for us to fill up.” He withdrew an inch and then pushed in harder, watching the motion echo through both of them.

He continued babbling, saying whatever came to his mind as he moved into the rhythm that Ben set. The larger man fucked into Dakota and then thrust back onto Parker’s cock.

Parker gripped the base of his cock to perfect the angle of his own stimulation, and then started experimenting with the position that would drive Ben to insanity.

He shifted upward, a bit further back and angled downward and… there it was.

Ben yelled and bucked, then increased his tempo.

Parker groaned as his cock was gripped by that tight hole, the physical experience with his packer indistinguishable from his erection plunging into Ben’s ready body.

As greedy as Parker was to take control, he knew that this needed to be Ben’s show. He was just there to enjoy the ride.

And oh, what a ride it was. Every nerve in his body pulsed with the rhythm that Ben set. Parker melted into Ben’s back, enjoying the slide of flesh on flesh as he licked and gently bit at Ben’s hard muscles.

He reached into the tight space between Ben and Dakota’s bodies, and Ben lifted just enough to allow him entrance. He sought, and then found, Dakota’s flat nipples and gave the nearest one a circling caress followed by a harsh twist.

Ben’s hand covered his, their fingers overlapping and intertwined as they caressed and tormented the small nub. It felt close and special, like they were both taking care of Dakota.

But Parker wanted to take care of Ben, too.

He flipped his hand the other way and sought out Ben’s nipple, giving it a much gentler tug. Ben groaned, then thrust back harder.

All three of them were breathing hard, their voices a symphony of gasps and moans.

Ben shifted the angle between the three of them, dropping Dakota’s hands to grip both of their nipples. Parker shifted until he found that perfect angle again that made Ben moan.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded Dakota.

Moments later, Dakota was whimpering and begging, overcome by the onslaught across their body. “Please, please! Ben, Parker, Ben, please! I’m so close. You feel so good, and, ohhhhhhhhh, oh please!”

Parker returned to Ben’s nipples, teasing and yanking one and then the other. Ben seemed to like a bit more pain than he would have expected.

They both sounded close now. And Parker… he’d barely been holding it together since they started.

Each thrust, each glide, each whimper and groan was driving him almost to the edge. The only thing holding him back was wanting to make it good for Ben.

He gave Ben’s nipple one more sharp twist, and then felt his rhythm fall apart.

“Come, baby, come for me,” he grit out to Dakota. As soon as the words left his mouth, they threw their head back, eyes shut and mouth open in ecstasy.

Parker let himself go, thrusting in deeply a few final times as he chased the edge and then fell over.

The exquisite wholeness of the moment poured through him, surrounding and filling him. He was falling apart and being knit back together, panting against Ben’s back as he made a few final thrusts to chase the end of that pleasure.

It was glorious, and he wanted to float in the moment forever. He placed open-mouthed kisses on Ben’s back, caressed Dakota’s sides with both hands.