He leaned forward, kissing and biting along their ass until he settled his tongue against their hole. This might mostly be about Ben, but he wanted Dakota utterly devastated, too.
The three of them soon fell into an easy rhythm, Parker fucking into Dakota’s rapidly loosening ass with his tongue while Dakota apparently mimicked the actions on Ben.
When he could hear Ben’s breath hitch as he licked around Dakota’s hole, it felt like he was fucking both of them with his tongue at the same time.
Getting up for a moment, he retrieved the condoms from his drawer and separated a few from the strip. He made sure they were in easy access of both the chair and the bed so they wouldn’t have to stop. He dragged the lube over with him.
“You ready for me, sweetness?” He let one hand drift over Dakota’s back, the other holding the tip of his lubed cock teasingly against their hole.
Dakota moaned and nodded, not breaking away from their task. That sounded like enthusiastic consent.
Parker pushed in, stilling a moment both to let Dakota adjust and to calm his own body. Damn, that felt good. He cupped his balls and the skin along the top of his cock, keeping everything aligned for his own enjoyment as well as Dakota’s.
Sensation pulsed through him as he watched his cock disappearing into that eager hole and felt each motion along his aching shaft. Fuck, was it going to be hard to last like this.
Dakota was arching back, pushing against him and heightening everything he felt. “Don’t you dare come, baby. I’m only getting you warmed up for Ben.”
Both of them groaned their approval.
Forcing himself to focus, he pulled Dakota up hard against him and then stilled. He knew that Dakota would be feeling desperately full while anxious for the next motion, and that Ben would be teased by Dakota’s breath on his hole. Perfect.
“Let Ben suck your fingers, babe.”
Dakota gave Ben a look that he couldn’t see, but he’d bet they were being saucy. They wordlessly offered up three fingers to Ben’s mouth.
Ambitious. And hilarious. Ben definitely wouldn’t be ready for three fingers for a while and they all knew it.
Ben gamely took the three fingers into his mouth and Dakota moaned. Parker tensed as every tiny movement connected through his dick, even as he tried to keep Dakota still. Fucking heaven.
“You know what to do.” He gave Dakota a gentle slap on their ass, more encouragement than sting.
Then, Parker watched breathlessly as Dakota pressed one slim finger against Ben’s pucker and then began to lick around it. Ben tossed his head back. The man was breathtaking.
Parker was suddenly very glad he’d made that bet.
He let Dakota continue for a few moments, but the sensations on his own dick were becoming too intense. Reluctantly, he pulled out and moved around to Dakota’s side.
“Lube,” he prompted.
Dakota, totally on their game, held out their hand in Parker’s general direction without turning away from their task. Parker squeezed out a generous dollop of lube and watched Dakota’s slim fingers disappear under their flowing hair.
Whatever they were doing had Ben gasping. Parker could have watched his face twisted in ecstasy all day.
He ran one hand soothingly over the red lines of Dakota’s back and the other teasingly along Ben’s inner thigh, but otherwise stayed out of the way to let Dakota work. The noises the two of them were making were beautiful.
Although he couldn’t see what was happening, he knew the moment when Dakota added another finger by Ben’s gritted teeth. “More lube,” he said quietly.
Dakota sat up, giving Parker the first look at Ben’s glistening hole. Damn was he a lucky man to be getting in there.
He noticed Dakota subtly stretching their shoulders and realized that they’d been crouched in an awkward position for a long time.
“Sit up, baby. Let me see those fingers.” He smiled internally, pleased that he could make Dakota more comfortable while meeting his own desires.
God, was it sweet watching Dakota push in with one pale finger and then two. Ben froze up, then relaxed, welcoming them in.
Dakota moved slowly, inching in further with slight movements in and out until their two fingers were fully planted.
He could see their next intention a moment before they enacted it by the gleeful smirk on their face.
“Ohhhh…” Ben groaned, his eyes rolling back.
“Ben, meet your prostate,” he said helpfully.
Ben glared at him, but without any real heat.
Parker loved the dynamic between the three of them. Still fun and playful, but with passion like wildfire.
As Dakota worked their fingers more rapidly, Parker darted in with more lube. He wanted Ben positively dripping with it for what seemed like it might be his first time.
And that time was coming up very soon.
Dakota pressed their three fingers together into a tight circle and slowly tried to ease them inside. He could see them making it past the inner rim, which was as far as they needed to go, even if he could see Ben’s cock slightly deflating in his discomfort.
The cock Parker had on now would be softer than those three fingers and only slightly wider. He wanted Ben to handle the rest of it while deeply buried in Dakota’s ass.
He moved in close to kiss Dakota’s sweet lips. He could taste Ben’s musky flavor on their tongue. “Good job, sweetness. Go to the bed and get yourself ready.”
Dakota made a show of standing up and sashaying over to the bed. When they arrived, they spread their legs, bent over deeply to expose the delicious region between their legs, and peeked over their shoulder playfully.
“Minx,” Ben murmured fondly.
Yeah, Dakota was going to be a handful. Both men watched as they climbed up, one slow knee at a time, and crawled across the mattress.
“Fuck,” Parker heard himself whisper. The pull that Dakota had, with that exquisite mix of sensuality, spirit, and submission, drew him in like nothing ever had before.
Well, nothing except Ben.
He looked over at his long-time crush, getting lost in his deep, black eyes and easy smile. This was going to be amazing.
Parker inclined his head towards the bed. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Dakota flipping over onto their back.
“They’re ready for you,” he said quietly. Even with Ben visibly more comfortable, he wanted to make sure that he made every move on his own.
They both turned toward Dakota, and damn, were they ready. They had pulled their knees back, leaving their hole completely open and ready, a blatant invitation.
Ben stalked slowly toward the bed, making his own show of dominant sensuality. He took his own cock in his hand, pumping it a few times.
“You ready for this, pet?” His voice held a note of threat even as he confirmed their consent.
“Well…” Dakota drawled, “I was thinking I might do a little more stretching here first…”
Ben launched onto the bed and covered their mouth with a punishing kiss. “I’ll show you stretched,” he growled when he came up for air.
Parker thought it sounded a bit corny, but it was perfect for their dynamic. It showed that Dakota was looking after Ben, in their own silly, flirty way. He interpreted their teasing as making sure that Ben was relaxed.
Ben quickly turned serious, however, kissing Dakota relentlessly as he buried them beneath his strong body, grinding into them while they struggled and writhed.
When he finally pushed away, Parker was ready with a condom. He was about to hand it over, when he had a better idea.
As sexy as it was using Dakota as a go-between, he was about to be intimately acquainted with Ben’s body, and they’d still barely touched each other.
He gestured with the condom, nonverbally indicating his request. Ben spread his hands wide, giving him free rein.
Parker’s mouth watered, taking in his delectable cock. While he didn’t want to draw this out for too long, he n
eeded just one little taste.
He leaned forward and licked around the smooth head, then dug further under Ben’s clinging foreskin. God, he wanted more of this. Maybe every day forever.
Ben’s hand came down heavy on the back of his neck and he pushed back without a thought. He would not be controlled, and Ben better get used to that now.
Ben’s hand instantly turned to a warm presence, resting rather than pressing. Parker went back to his exploration of that beautiful tip.
When Ben let out his first moan, he pulled back and ripped the condom from its package. With a purposeful glint in his eyes, he rolled it slowly down Ben’s length.
He saw Ben’s hands moving toward him and looked up at him in a dare. If you touch me, I’ll stop.
Ben’s menacing glare in return was just as evocative. If you don’t hurry the fuck up, I’m going to do it myself anyway.
Yeah, playing up their rivalry for dominance was going to be a lot of fun, so long as he kept it to these short, whimsical exchanges.
At last, he reached the end of Ben’s length with the slippery latex and followed it up with a slow pass of his lubed hand.
Ben growled at him. So hot.
Parker smirked.
Dakota, who had a front row seat while all of this was taking place between their legs, threw their head back and laughed.
“Done?” Ben grunted.
Parker made an after you gesture in Dakota’s direction.
Ben grunted in return, even as he slid his hands seductively up Dakota’s inner thighs. Rising to his knees, he continued the movement up their solid waist, over their slightly raised breasts with their flat nipples, and then following the flow of their arms over their head.
Ben had both of their hands clasped in his larger ones and he switched both into the grip of one hand.
God, that interplay of dominance and submission between them was sexy. And Parker didn’t feel an ounce of jealousy. Just desire.
Barely taking his eyes away, Parker quickly slipped on a new condom and lubed it up.
Parker placed a hand on Dakota’s belly and the wrist of his lubed hand on Ben’s back, wanting to be connected to both of them as Ben lined himself up.
With one sure thrust, he pushed in and Dakota keened. Fuck, were the two of them beautiful together.
Keeping hands on both of them, Parker maneuvered around the bed until he was behind Ben. Then, he moved both hands to Ben’s back, and then his ass.
The trust this gorgeous, strong man was giving him was humbling.
He slowly leaned forward, hands flowing forward and back, until his body rested fully over Ben’s. Ben’s thrusts into Dakota were also teasing both of them as Parker’s cock rested in the cleft of his ass.
Because of their height difference they would never be able to kiss like this, but Parker could stretch to lick at Ben’s neck.
“You ready?” he asked softly.
“Yeah,” Ben breathed out. With the way he was pumping into Dakota, Parker assumed he would be sufficiently distracted even if the first few moments weren’t as pleasant.
He slipped his still-lubed fingers between Ben’s cheeks and pressed two of them inside, instantly pegging Ben’s prostate.
Ben lurched forward and Dakota cried out. Power swelled through Parker as he commanded both of them at once with a single, light touch.
Deeming Ben ready, he withdrew his fingers and then slowly, very slowly, began to guide himself in.
Ben stilled, and Parker stilled with him, waiting. “Kiss him, Dakota,” he murmured.
Dakota, bound by Ben’s hands, could do nothing but offer up their mouth, but Ben accepted the invitation.
Their kisses started out languid, and gradually grew more heated. At last, Parker felt Ben’s body relax and he started to push forward again.
He drew back and inched forward in tiny increments. He wasn’t in any hurry, and this already felt amazing. Each small movement seemed to radiate out from his cock to his whole body.
He needed to distract himself, or this would be over far too soon. He started talking, hoping to encourage the two of them on while keeping his own control.
“God, Ben, you feel so fucking good. So tight around me and, fuck, I love your muscles.” He licked a stripe up Ben’s back. “Can’t get enough of you.” He dug strong fingers into Ben’s back, his arms, his hips.
“And Dakota, look at you. So sexy and wanton, giving yourself up for us. Such a cockslut for us to fill up.” He withdrew an inch and then pushed in harder, watching the motion echo through both of them.
He continued babbling, saying whatever came to his mind as he moved into the rhythm that Ben set. The larger man fucked into Dakota and then thrust back onto Parker’s cock.
Parker gripped the base of his cock to perfect the angle of his own stimulation, and then started experimenting with the position that would drive Ben to insanity.
He shifted upward, a bit further back and angled downward and… there it was.
Ben yelled and bucked, then increased his tempo.
Parker groaned as his cock was gripped by that tight hole, the physical experience with his packer indistinguishable from his erection plunging into Ben’s ready body.
As greedy as Parker was to take control, he knew that this needed to be Ben’s show. He was just there to enjoy the ride.
And oh, what a ride it was. Every nerve in his body pulsed with the rhythm that Ben set. Parker melted into Ben’s back, enjoying the slide of flesh on flesh as he licked and gently bit at Ben’s hard muscles.
He reached into the tight space between Ben and Dakota’s bodies, and Ben lifted just enough to allow him entrance. He sought, and then found, Dakota’s flat nipples and gave the nearest one a circling caress followed by a harsh twist.
Ben’s hand covered his, their fingers overlapping and intertwined as they caressed and tormented the small nub. It felt close and special, like they were both taking care of Dakota.
But Parker wanted to take care of Ben, too.
He flipped his hand the other way and sought out Ben’s nipple, giving it a much gentler tug. Ben groaned, then thrust back harder.
All three of them were breathing hard, their voices a symphony of gasps and moans.
Ben shifted the angle between the three of them, dropping Dakota’s hands to grip both of their nipples. Parker shifted until he found that perfect angle again that made Ben moan.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded Dakota.
Moments later, Dakota was whimpering and begging, overcome by the onslaught across their body. “Please, please! Ben, Parker, Ben, please! I’m so close. You feel so good, and, ohhhhhhhhh, oh please!”
Parker returned to Ben’s nipples, teasing and yanking one and then the other. Ben seemed to like a bit more pain than he would have expected.
They both sounded close now. And Parker… he’d barely been holding it together since they started.
Each thrust, each glide, each whimper and groan was driving him almost to the edge. The only thing holding him back was wanting to make it good for Ben.
He gave Ben’s nipple one more sharp twist, and then felt his rhythm fall apart.
“Come, baby, come for me,” he grit out to Dakota. As soon as the words left his mouth, they threw their head back, eyes shut and mouth open in ecstasy.
Parker let himself go, thrusting in deeply a few final times as he chased the edge and then fell over.
The exquisite wholeness of the moment poured through him, surrounding and filling him. He was falling apart and being knit back together, panting against Ben’s back as he made a few final thrusts to chase the end of that pleasure.
It was glorious, and he wanted to float in the moment forever. He placed open-mouthed kisses on Ben’s back, caressed Dakota’s sides with both hands.
Ben was languidly kissing along Dakota’s collar bone and Parker followed the movement, not wanting even an inch to separate them.
He’d wanted Ben for a long time, but nothing ha
d prepared him for how earthshaking this would be. He soaked in the man’s presence, digging his fingers into Dakota’s sides to keep them close as well.
After a few quiet moments, he reluctantly realized that he needed to withdraw. The tiny motions of their three bodies were becoming uncomfortable on his overly sensitized dick, and they’d need to clean up if they didn’t want to go to bed sticky.
Grabbing the base of his cock and the condom, he slowly pulled out. Ben grunted at the sensation, then repeated the action with Dakota.
Parker was never as good at the part that came after the sex, especially when it was this good.
Especially when he was pretty sure that he was ruined for anyone else ever again.
Ben was better than anything he could have dreamed, and fuck, did Dakota fit both of them well.
“I’ll go grab some washcloths,” he mumbled, hopping out of the bed.
Play it cool, he reminded himself.
He grabbed some clean washcloths from the shelf, cleaned himself up quickly, and threw on some clean boxers without a packer. When the water was hot, he wet the clean washcloths and carried them back to the bedroom.
Ben gently cleaned Dakota, and then himself, while Parker awkwardly dealt with throwing away the condoms and taking the washcloths back to the bathroom.
Unfortunately, that only took a few seconds.
“Dakota’s just about passed out,” Ben mentioned. Indeed, their sub was snuggled into Ben’s chest with eyes closed.
“Stay,” Parker blurted out. “Both of you.” Thank God Ben had given him an opening. “It’s late,” he finished lamely.
Ben gave him a hard stare, calling him on his waffling. While Ben was just as competitive as Parker, he didn’t pull back when it was time to lay out uncomfortable truths.
Even if he got away with it for now, Ben wouldn’t allow him to dance around what he wanted for long. Whether he wanted a relationship with one or both of them, Ben would force him to say it instead of hiding behind bullshit like it’s late.
But Ben seemed to be willing to let it go for the moment.
“Get in here,” Ben said gruffly, lifting the covers.
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