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I want him to come in my mouth. I want to make him come fucking gallons for me to swallow. I need it.
Come for me, Ben.
“Baby, yes…” His breathing is picking up, his moans turning frenzied, which I know means he’s close. I just can’t wait to fuckingdrainhim. “You wanna drink my cum?”
His blue eyes burn down at me and I peer up at him beneath heavy lids, ready to collapse as I nod, mumbling on his cock.
“Yea, baby? You wanna swallow for me?”
Yes, I nod again.Yes yes yes. Please, Ben.
“Suck, baby. Suck sucksuckout all this cum,” he growls.
We both hear a gasp, eyes darting right to find two guys watching us, at the end of the alley.
They aren’t close, not enough for me to really make out their features, but definitely close enough to tell that they’re watching.
Ben’s eyes meet mine once more, and together we silently agree that we don’t care. It’s actually… pretty fucking hot.
I’m beating my dick so fast, I’m about to erupt myself, slobbering on my husband’s dick out in the goddamn open and not giving a single fuck who’s watching.
The guys appear to be fooling around while they watch us, though I’m really not paying them any mind. I’m more concerned with getting my man off.
Ben’s eyelids droop and he lets out a quiet rumbling groan. “God, baby, I’m fucking coming for you.”
I’m so ready for it as his dick stiffens up to an almost insane degree before it begins pulsing, shooting bursts of cum into the back of my throat. I swallow it all, sucking him dry while he sings my praises above my head.
And then I come myself, aching throbs erupting from my dick, spraying my hand and the ground. And maybe Ben’s shoes, who knows. But I really don’t care.
The orgasm is freeing as fuck. I’mhigh, with my balls tingling and Ben’s cock just resting in my mouth. His fingers brush through my hair, and I glance up at him, our eyes locked with so much love flowing between us. It’s fascinating.
Pulling my mouth off him, I blink as he helps me stand on shaky legs. He licks the cum off my hand, then tucks my dick away before doing the same to his own, all while I’m just gazing at him and all his perfect features.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, barely aware of what I’m saying.
Ben smiles, taking my face in his hands. “You’re the most beautiful thing I never expected.”
He kisses me, and I’m falling.
I’mstillfalling, more than a year later.
I’ll never stop falling in love with Benjamin Lockwood.
My morning consisted of waking up to a crying infant.
Ethan wasn’t going crazy or anything, just letting me know he was hungry. And it wasn’t until I had my boob in his mouth that I realized my husbands were still nowhere to be found.
I was nervous as hell, for all of five seconds before I carried our son into the living room of the hotel suite and found them both passed out on the floor. Pants undone, rainbow stickers all over their faces.
Ryan has giant, Jackie O sunglasses on and Ben’s fingernails appear to have been painted.
My smile couldn’t get bigger if someone stuck a clothes hanger in my mouth.
I decide to order breakfast before I wake them, calling down to the hotel restaurant for the works. Pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, toast, home fries… Literally everything. And three mimosas. Hair of the dog for them, and for me, well… I’m on vacation, dammit.I pumped last night. I’ll be fine.
Once Ethan is done with his breakfast, I put him in his little playpen and decide to wake up the boys. It’s clear from looking at them that they had an amazing night and I’m ecstatic for them. Sure, part of me wishes I could have been there. But the other part knows this was really important for them. Their first Pride ever beingoutand married. It’s a huge deal.
There will be dozens more Prides in our marriage. I’ll tag along next time, but this one was just for them. Plus, if we’re being honest, I was in seventh heaven getting a solid night’s sleep in that amazing hotel bed by myself. You have no idea how cramped it can get sleeping with two men every night. We upgraded to a California King and still I always have either Ben kicking me with his night-fidgets or Ryan burning me to death with his flaming-hot skin.
