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I won’t, I think. I don’t want this to feel as good as it does. I’m already embarrassed at how hard I am, my cock brushing against the side of the desk. “Just get it over with,” I mumble, and I’m shocked how slurred my voice sounds.
Lucia snorts quietly. “You really don’t want Angelo to justget it over with. Trust me.”
Angel lets go of my back for a moment, and I hear the sound of his belt and zipper being undone. The next thing I feel is his big, hot cock rubbing against my ass.
My vision goes blurry, and I hate how that sensation also makes my cock twitch in anticipation.
“Dunno how much longer I can wait,” Angel says, but he’s still fingering my hole, trying to widen it. Getting me loose enough for him.
Lucia hums. “Just use plenty of lube,” she advises him.
He laughs, the sound hoarse. “I know how to use my cock, thanks.”
She slowly withdraws her fingers, trailing them along my ass cheek. Angel follows suit, and before I can even squeak, the hard tip of him is pressing against my hole. He’s slick, slippery as he starts to push inside of me, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out.
I’ve always known that Angel’s cock is huge, but it feels even more massive, sliding its way inside me, filling all the space and driving forward relentlessly. My body is hot all over and I can’t stop the grunts and moans from escaping my throat.
This is supposed to hurt. Only gay guys enjoy this kind of stuff. Fags who are of no use to anyone, who deserve to get pushed around by other guys.
The stretch doesn’t detract from the sensation, and as soon as the tip of Angel’s cock pushes against my prostate, all conscious thought flees my mind. I’m making embarrassing noises, pleasure drowning out any other sensation.
I whimper when Angel withdraws, but he thrusts back in hard, pushing me forward on the desk. I have to grab the edge of the table to stay in place.
The next time he pulls out, leaving just the tip inside, I brace myself—and meet his thrust, canting my hips so I can get more of his cock.
It’s not a conscious decision, but I feel the impact of it when he drives back inside of me. More of him fills me, and we both moan in appreciation. Lucia is petting my hair, my face, reaching around to grab my cock and toy with the piercing, and I’m damn near ready to come from just that little bit of sensation. I want to tell her to stop, that I want to fill her up when Angel’s done, but I can’t even begin to choke out the words. There’s no space for words, not now, not with all of this flooding over me.
Angel relentlessly starts to thrust in and out, and Lucia’s fingers never stop working on my cock. I can’t keep my eyes open. I imagine that Lucia’s hand is her cunt, or her mouth, and it only drives me closer to an edge I never saw myself nearing with another man’s cock inside of me.
But there I am, on the edge all the same, and I can do nothing but free fall until the waves of my climax crash into me.
I cry out hoarsely as I spill into Lucia’s hand, and Angel starts to thrust faster, more insistently. He’s right there, too; I can feel how close he is, how ready he is, and his stifled grunt sounds right in my ear as he starts to fill me.
I want to protest as much as I want to welcome him inside of me.
I can feel his heat flooding me as he bends over to kiss my back. Then he lifts up again, and I hear more kissing—Lucia, he’s kissing Lucia. Her hand tightens in my hair, and strangely, that makes me feel like I’m part of their kiss.
When Angel finally pulls out, I almost slide off the desk, unmoored.
I feel so empty and wrung out. It was just anal sex, I tell myself, but I know it was more than that.
Angel sighs loudly and lies down on the desk next to me. “Fuck. That was good.” He pats my ass lightly. “Good—good job, Saint.”
I don’t know how to answer that. I didn’t do anything. I lay there and took it… and enjoyed it.
Lucia strokes my head gently. “How are you feeling, Saint? Do you want to eat me out now?”
It’s the promise of something familiar, and I lift my head to look at her.
“I’m so turned on from watching the two of you,” she says, lifting her dress up to waist level. She’s not wearing any panties, and it’s easy for her to spread her pussy lips and show me just how much she’s glistening with arousal.
I lick my lips. That’ll help. It has to help. I nod.
Angel kisses the back of my neck. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see you with your mouth on her cunt,” he says, helping me pull up my boxers and jeans before tending to his own. “C’mon, Lucia, sit down on the desk and spread your legs.”
I stagger up to my feet, my ass uncomfortable and strange-feeling, and Lucia sits down where I’d been slumped over on the desk. She lifts her skirt and spreads her legs wide for me.
I get on my knees, ignoring the burn in my ass, and get my face right between her legs. I breathe in deeply, relishing this familiar scent of her. I drag my nose along her cunt, immersing myself in her.
