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Cash rolls his eyes, pushing my arm off and moving toward the shower. Ben’s movements falter when Cash enters, grabbing the cock sleeve and tossing it aside. His hand grabs on to Ben’s chin and tilts his head slightly, crashing his mouth into his.
Ben moans into his mouth as Cash helps him fuck against the dildo, lifting him slightly and pegging him repeatedly.
I don’t waste any more time watching. I strip and join them, kissing them both as Ben takes that silicone dick up his ass over and over until he’s begging, his cock leaking.
“You’re ours,” Cash says as he wraps his arms around Ben and pulls him against his chest, dragging the dick out of him and replacing it with his own. Ben’s head knocks against the wall as Cash fucks into him, my hand wrapped around my dick as I watch them fuck. The way Cash’s hips move, the way his ass flexes with each forward thrust sets my entire body on fire.
It’s all power and need. And he channels it all into Ben who is moaning loudly.
“Oh god! Oh fuck! Yes!”
Cash is grunting with the force of it, the power to restrain himself from emptying his entire load into Ben’s ass.
No, he’s drawing it out. A punishment of sorts.
And Ben is taking it so damn good.
“Yes. Ours. You’re. Ours.”
“Yours!” Ben cries out as Cash lifts him into his arms and turns toward me. I step forward just as Ben’s back falls against my chest, his arms wrapping around my neck as Cash uses my body for leverage.
Ben is splayed out between us as Cash continues wrecking his ass. The slap of wet skin, the smell of sex, the sounds coming from Ben are all making the will to resist coming difficult.
Ben is jacking his dick frantically now, wanting to come, but I smack his hand away, wanting my turn with him when he’s this wild. It’s been a long four days.
“No you’re coming untouched,” I growl into Ben’s ear and his eyes roll back into his head as his lips seek mine. I give him my mouth, licking into him over and over until Cash finally explodes.
The orgasm seems to go on forever, probably from the lack of sex since we both held out for the days we were denying Ben. As Cash gives one last thrust, I shift Ben in our arms, and it’s my turn. His back is pressed against Cash, the same way he was pressed against me as I slide into him. Cash’s cum eases the way in, and I am balls deep in seconds.
Ben groans as I tilt my hips up, rocking into him. Fuck, he’s tight and hot. Always so goddamn ready for us.
“Untouched,” I grunt as I work my dick in and out of him, wanting to see him explode before I find my own release.
He’s moaning loudly, our names a chant on his lips. Cash is twisting his nipples, playing with his balls, teasing him with each touch until Ben is nearly crying in frustration. His cock is an angry purple, the tip leaking profusely as we continue to fuck him, kiss him, bring him so close to the edge only to slap his hand away when he seeks release.
“Please. Please. I’ll be good,” he groans, arching back and gasping as I hit his prostate.
I do it again and again until he’s nearly screaming, his head thrown back, his cock spurting endlessly as I work him through his orgasm. And then I let myself go, exploding into his ass and filling him up.
“Get a plug,” I pant as I lift Ben up and press him against the wall, my cock still inside of him.
Ben is languidly sucking on my neck as Cash returns with a plug. I pull out of him gently, and Cash works it inside of him. Ben sighs happily as he slides to his feet.
He’s holding on to us tightly as we all wash, almost as if he can’t bear to be parted from us. And when we finally exit and dry off, he looks sheepish.
“I lost my mind a bit back there,” he says.
Cash pulls him into a slow kiss and then says, “That’s fine. Just lose it with us.”
He nods and then his eyes widen.
“Oh shit. Oh fuck,” he suddenly rushes out to the other room and swears. “I need to go meet my dad for breakfast. I’m late.”
We help him dress, my dick twitching in my pants when I see that the plug is still inside of him.
He doesn’t have time to take it out though, and before we can say anything, he’s out the door, zipping up his pants and brushing his hair back with his fingers.
“Well fuck.” Cash folds his arms across his chest and sighs.
