Page 10 of Bosshole

Flynn was on his back, those long legs spread. Zali straddled him, her back to his chest. She was picture perfect, her hair a halo around her head as Flynn squeezed her narrow waist and bucked into her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

My boy’s pretty cock was nestled between Zali’s arse cheeks, her hole stretched around him as he pumped into her. I watched, jacking my cock as her juices dripped from her soaked pussy onto Flynn’s cock, lubing the way even more.

Ry’s grunt caught my attention. He hovered above them, knees spread and thick cock in hand. It swelled, the head reddening as he shuttled his hand over his length, pointing his slit to Zali’s mouth first, then Flynn’s. His hand was on Zali’s perfect tit, twisting and pinching her nipple as Flynn and Zali took turns sucking his dick.

I was perched between their spread legs. I could take either one of them. But the choice was almost impossible. Who did I slide into? Zali or Flynn? A pussy or an arse?

Both.

I wanted both. I’d always wanted both.

Zali’s silken folds stretched around my girth as I pressed my cockhead forward. She moaned around a mouthful of dick and my own swelled. Seeing her there, the centre of our attention as we took her to heaven, was every dream come true.

Almost.

I wanted Tristan there with us.

I notched my cock against her pussy and coated myself in her arousal, easing inside her slowly. With nothing between us, she was hot and wet, the pressure of Flynn in her arse squeezing me even tighter. I choked out a moan and surged forward, bottoming out in one smooth stroke.

She screamed, her fingers closing over her clit as Flynn and I established a slow and steady rhythm.

Hands on my arse spread my cheeks and every muscle in my body simultaneously relaxed and primed itself. I whimpered, withdrawing from Zali and canting my hips in invitation. I wanted Tris’s tongue on my hole. I wanted him to fuck me the way I was fucking his girlfriend and boyfriend.

Tris kissed my cheek, licking teasingly along the line where my arse met my thigh. I growled, thrusting back inside Zali’s warmth only to push back against his mouth as he neared my hole, silently begging him to get closer.

Flynn cried out, and I looked down, watching as Tristan slipped two fingers inside our boy, getting him ready for me.

When Tristan’s tongue connected with my star, my legs almost gave out. He alternated quick flicks with slow licks as he prodded me with his tongue tip, pushing inside before he went back to nibbling my rim and licking me again. Heat and sensation washed over me like a tsunami. My cock was buried in the perfect woman, the three other people I was hopelessly gone for right there with me as we slaked our lust on each other. It was overwhelming. A dream come true.

I was burning up from the inside out, rocking my hips forward and back, chasing the high at both ends.

But then he was gone, and I cried out.

Ryder twisted toward me, gripping my face with both hands. “I want inside our woman.” He kissed me fiercely, his tongue plunging inside my mouth as he owned the kiss. He pulled back, and I was too dazed to speak, but Tristan was there, controlling my movements. His front was pressed against my back, his strong arms wrapping around my hips and pulling me backward until my cock slipped from Zali. I whimpered at the loss.

Then they were flipping over, Ry on his back as he impaled Zali on his dick and Flynn rushing to plunge back inside her still-open arse. She screamed again as he bottomed out, and both Ry and Flynn groaned. “Oh fuck, that’s it, come on my dick,” Ry ground out as his hips set a furious pace.

“Get inside our boy,” Tristan murmured in my ear, the sound of his deep voice sending a tremor through me. His fingers were nudging my hole, wetting me and getting me ready to take him.

Cross-eyed with lust, I eased my cock past Flynn’s pucker and cried out. His hole squeezed my cock so tight. It was like sinking into heaven as I pushed forward. Heat and a vicelike grip surrounded me.

My breath stuttered. My chest seized.

I came.

Hard.

My vision whited out as my balls erupted, shooting pulse after pulse of cum into my boy.

I blinked my eyes open, the sight before me about as far from the one I’d imagined as possible. Sterile white tiles, navy blue dividing walls between the stalls, grey floor tiles. Ropes of cum dripped down the toilet, coating the seat and my hand.

It hadn’t even been two minutes. I’d blown a load from my imagination and a spit-soaked hand.

I was in trouble.

The genie wasn’t fitting back into the bottle.

Giving in would change everything. My livelihood was already at risk because of where my loyalties lay. I’d be shown the door before long.

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