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My shoulders stiffen at that, because does that mean he doesn’t like how I look? I mean, that’s entirely possible. I’m not the hottest guy out there. Ford could snatch anyone better than me.
“Doesn’t mean shit other than you look exhausted. Come on,” Ford says, probably noticing my discomfort and nods toward the bedroom. “I’ll give you a massage.”
Oh fuck, well, I can’t let him do that for…reasons…ones I’m not quite sure I can even remember right now. I follow him down the hall, my legs carrying me to his room. The room where he’s entered me far too many times, the mattress where he’s shoved my face into the sheets as he plowed into me.
I stare at it, wetting my lips, watching as he makes the bedding up slightly so that I have an unrumpled place to lie down. He knows it’s just gonna end up tangled and dirty within the hour.
That much I’m sure about. That much I can guarantee.
“Clothes off,” he says, those dark eyes meeting mine. “All of them.”
His voice drops an octave, and I feel goosebumps line my skin. I’m shivering and overheated at the same time. I’m defying nature.
My shirt comes off and then my pants and underwear. My hard cock bobs up against my stomach, and I watch as Ford runs a hand across his jaw. So similar to Cash. They’re so fucking alike.
“Face down,” he orders, and I walk toward the bed in silence, my hole already clenching around nothing—needing to be filled. It’s so damn greedy. I swear my body is committing all of the seven deadliest sins being with these men, and I am loath to stop any of it from happening.
As soon as my body hits the mattress, Ford straddles my thighs, his large hands pressing into the muscles of my back, making moans slip from my lips at how good it feels. Everything with him feels so right.
“Hm, love the sounds you make,” he murmurs as he works on my shoulders. “You sound like I’m fucking you.”
I do. I sound like the slut I am when he’s pounding into me. But I can’t help it. Every part of him touching me now is making my balls draw up toward my groin and my cock leak profusely where it’s pressed into the mattress.
Those hands move down my back, massaging my sore, angry muscles and forcing me to relax even further. When he gets to my ass, he kneads the globes of it gently, spreading my cheeks open so he can stare at me.
And I let him look. I’m caught between relaxed and incredibly turned on. It’s a precarious place to be.
He shuffles a little down my legs until he’s at my knees, and then I feel the warm breath of him on my skin, right against my crack.
Oh fuck, well, this is something he’s never done to me before. Usually the fucking is frantic and with a time limit, but we don’t have one right now. Right now, he can take all the time he wants.
His hands pull my ass cheeks apart, and I feel his wet tongue slide along me, licking over my hole and making it clench in anticipation.
He hums as he does it, licking up me once more and then swirling the tip of his tongue around my ass. I arch up, wanting more, wanting to be stuffed full, but he makes me wait. He’s teasing me, tormenting me. And I love it.
He sucks on my rim over and over, waiting until I’m whining before he plunges his tongue inside of me.
I cry out, my fingers grabbing on to the sheets, bunching them as I feel his tongue strain forward, pushing as far into me as he can.
Oh fuck,oh fuck.
My hips grind against the mattress, my words a jumbled mess as he continues to eat me until I’m nearly panting in frustration. This is good, but it’s not enough. I want more.
Need more.
His head lifts, and I feel the weight of him as he reaches over to his nightstand, pulling out a condom and some lube.
“I know you need more, you greedy little slut,” he says that last word like it’s a term of endearment. I hear the condom wrapper crumple and the cap of the lube snap open. When he pushes two fingers inside of me a second later, I take them without any problem, my hole already waiting and open for him.
“You taste good,” he says softly as he fingers me, pushing as much lube into my hole as he can. It dribbles down my taint and onto the sheets below me.
“I should have you eat my ass next,” he adds, and I wholeheartedly agree. I would so eat his ass any day.
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I’d eat Cash’s too. I’d take turns gorging myself on them. Like the glutton I am.
His fingers move from my hole, and I feel the tip of his sheathed cock press into me. He’s big. Thicker than Cash, but not as long. Having the two of them together would be the perfect pairing. Thick and long, stretching me open together.
