“Don’t fucking tease me, asshole. I’m not a goddamn masochist.”
I reach down between us and grab his dick to hold it still, then rub mine against it. Every touch feels surreal. Everything about tonight is too much the thing of fantasies. Even this, the sensation of rubbing my dick against another man’s doesn’t quite feel like it could be mine to have again.
Celeste is curled around his upper body, his head propped against her belly, her fingers combing through his wild hair while she watches our progress. Leo groans and licks his lips, the sound deep and desperate, and I can’t wait to hear it again when I start to fuck him. When he gets to take his turn and fuck me.
“Look at me, Leo.”
He lifts his dark lashes, and his gaze pierces me with accusation so fierce I have to laugh. I reach for the condoms and tear one off the strip, pull it out, and roll it down my dick. I breathe a little easier once it’s on, because I’m so fucking sensitive right now it’ll be enough of a challenge not to blow my load the second I feel him around me.
Then I grip him behind the thighs and push his legs up. He obeys, holding himself spread for me, his cock stretched along his belly, his balls tight and smooth and thoroughly manscaped. They felt good in my mouth earlier but right now is not the time to indulge in tasting him again. The flared end of the plug is nestled snug between his cheeks and I grip it, slide it out and back in, twisting until he spits more foul obscenities at me. Celeste lets out a soft laugh and shushes him with her mouth.
He surrenders to her, and I grab the lube, coat my dick, then pull the plug out of him. I flood his opening with still more lube.
“Remember to relax,” I remind him, widening my stance and pushing his knees higher. I aim my tip at his puckered entrance, hyperfocused on being as gentle as I can. He’s practically hyperventilating, but his cock is still hard. He has one arm hooked around Celeste, the other stretched above, holding tight to the pillow, and his eyes are on me, intense, determined.
I push in just a little and stop when the tight squeeze threatens to send me over the edge already. He groans and flexes around me. I gasp, my eyes going wide.
“Jesus, don’t fucking move or I’m going to lose my shit.”
His expression shifts from fear to realization of the power he has. “Fuck me, you son of a bitch.”
The impatient words belie his tender tone, and I’m startled into laughter by the contradiction. I shake my head and bend over him again, braced on my hands, my hips poised between his thighs. I push a little deeper, staring into his eyes. He grits his teeth and grunts, then nods. I push again, halfway there and even more uncertain I won’t just explode the second I’m fully inside.
Then his hand is at the back of my neck and he hauls me down to his mouth. I plunge the rest of the way in when his tongue thrusts between my lips, and we both groan. He slings his legs around my back, digs his heels into my ass, and jacks his hips up against me.
I tear away from his mouth with a harsh gasp, clench my eyes shut, and pray that I can hold on long enough to actually make this good for him. I make a tentative movement with my hips, pulling out just a little and pushing back in. When I open my eyes, it’s to an expression of utter surrender.
We’re eye to eye, and his look encourages me to fuck even harder. With the first true thrust of my cock, his mouth falls open and his head tilts back, a string of prayers and curses flooding from him in Spanish.
Celeste’s presence is only in the periphery, but she’s still very much an extension of the moment, the way he clings to her. She strokes his chest, teases his nipples, and I remember she offered to take him in her ass while I took his. That’s not happening now. There’s no way I can stop to make room for her. But I want her in this somehow.
“Jerk him off.”
I push up enough for her hand to reach between us. She has the presence of mind to squeeze lube into her palm first, then takes his cock in her hand, her knuckles brushing my belly as she begins to stroke.
She looks to me for approval and I lean in, seeking her mouth, which she offers up eagerly. The familiarity of her kiss blends with the newness of Leo’s rough groans and hard body beneath me. I lose myself in them both, fucking him harder while she nips my lips with her teeth the way she used to in many of our endless make-out sessions as kids. His hand tightens at the back of my neck and I kiss him again, the rawness of it pushing me even closer to the end. He grunts into my mouth and we part on a breath.
“I’m . . . Oh God.” His mouth opens and a raw, primal yell escapes as his ass clenches tight around me. The sudden clamp of muscle around my dick flips the switch, and I can’t hold back.
“Leo! Jesus fuck!” My cock explodes, balls spasming as they slap against his ass. Celeste’s swift strokes on his cock slow, but his orgasmic tremors continue, the tight ring around the base of my cock milking every drop of pent-up pleasure from me.
I’m drained and shaky when
