working their way from the outside in with tantalizing slowness.
Celeste’s distracting moans drew his attention, when he glanced up, her eyes were on Maddox. Suspicion galvanized him for a moment until a hand gripped his cock from behind and squeezed. Maddox’s mouth descended again, that sweet hot pressure probing, delving deeper in a motion that mimicked his own tongue on Celeste. Maddox worked in a slow, teasing rhythm and Lazaro tried to picture what he was doing but found it increasingly difficult to concentrate with the expert touch on his cock combined with the wetness of a tongue dancing against his ass. After a moment the sensation was replaced by something more insistent and wholly erotic. Slick fingertips spread him apart and invaded, the deeper they went the less connected he felt to reality. If it weren’t for Celeste’s juicy pussy he’d have been utterly lost.
“Make her come. I’ve gotta see her come.” Hot breath gusted against his ass.
Her orgasm was poised on his tongue at the behest of the man whose tongue and fingers were teasing at his ass, whose hand fisted his cock in a steady pumping rhythm. The last of his inhibitions having fallen away, he craved the final step as much as he’d dreaded it only a day ago.
“Fuck me first.”
Without a word the warmth and touches disappeared. Maddox’s weight shifted behind him. Celeste moaned in protest at the delayed gratification he was inflicting on her. He sent his tongue in a circuit around her sweet lips, teasing everywhere but where it counted. His cock throbbed with pent up need. He could have climbed on top of her and fucked her until they both came, but knew something more soul defining was in his future, so he waited. Maddox’s figure came into view beside the bed, opening the drawer in a battered bedside table and drawing out the implements of Lazaro’s destruction. Maddox’s scarred, tattooed body moved away again, his weight settling back on the bed behind Lazaro. A stronger scent of cherries hit his nose, followed by a crinkling sound and the smell of latex. He rested his forehead on Celeste’s stomach, giving in to the renewed sensations.
He bent again and tongued Celeste’s clit with abandon. The taste and feel of her were the perfect counterpoint to the attention from the other side. He slid his fingers deep inside her, and Maddox’s slid into him, thick and slippery. Strong fingertips squeezed his ass.
“That’s it, come for us, sweetness.”
Her hips bucked and the coughing cry from her lips echoed through the vaulted ceiling above them. Lazaro hung his head, groaning at the feel of the fingertips pressing deeper into him. The scent of artificial cherries grew stronger and he peered up at Celeste. God he wanted to be inside her as much as he wanted to be filled now by the relentless teasing man behind him.
“I’m gonna fuck you now.”
Oh fuck yes.
The teasing touches disappeared, replaced by thick, hot heat. Maddox pushed and Lazaro pushed back, the sweet pleasure and searing pain of the penetration the ideal reflection of his life. Wounds both physical and emotional came back to haunt him in an instant, superimposed by moments of pure bliss spent with Celeste. He reached for her instinctively and she responded, kissing, pushing him upright so she could move lower. The initial pain dissipated and his head pounded when Maddox wrapped his arms around his chest and steadily fucked him.
“Oh baby, yeah,” he groaned when Celeste’s mouth slipped down over his hard cock.
His fingers tangled in her long hair, too distracted to do more than enjoy the feel of her. Another pair of hands tangled in his hair, yanking his head back.
Lazaro let Maddox slide his tongue between his lips with nearly as much force as his cock was plunging into his ass. For now he was happy. Their little hierarchy might change, but for the first time in his life he was content to be controlled.
With one deep plunge of Maddox’s cock ecstasy
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