Page 112 of Stolen Harmony
I let him take me deep, fucking into his mouth with slow, measured thrusts, watching his eyes roll back, his throat working to swallow every inch. Tom pressed two fingers to Rowan’s hole, spreading him wider, then spit—wet and messy—before diving back in, licking around the rim, teasing and soothing in equal measure.
David finally pulled back, breathless, his face flushed, pupils wide. He looked at me—something soft and hungry in his eyes—then moved to lie down beside me, propping himself up against the headboard. His cock was hard and leaking, thick veins running down the shaft, sweat shining on his broad chest.
“Come here, pretty boy,” David murmured, voice gone low and coaxing. “Show me how much you want it. Worship me.”
Rowan didn’t hesitate. He crawled up, lips and chinshining with spit and Tom’s slick, eyes dazed with pleasure. David opened his arms, inviting, and Rowan settled between his thighs, hands bracing on David’s strong, hairy legs. He looked up, waiting, wanting—every inch of him soft and eager for praise.
David flexed for him—arms up behind his head, biceps bunching, pits exposed, chest rising with each deep breath. “You like what you see, huh?” he teased, voice going gruff. “Gonna show Daddy how grateful you are?”
Rowan nodded, worshipful. He dragged his tongue up the thick line of David’s thigh, kissing the muscle, biting softly. His hands roamed, greedy for the warmth of living flesh, fingers digging into muscle and hair. He nuzzled into David’s armpit, inhaling deep—the scent pure man, sweat and salt and aftershave. Rowan moaned, open-mouthed, letting his tongue lap over the dark curls, licking up every drop of sweat he could find.
David groaned, one hand coming up to stroke the back of Rowan’s head, not guiding—just holding, anchoring him there. “Fuck, that’s it,” David praised, his tone equal parts affection and awe. “You worship so good, pretty boy. So hungry for it.”
Rowan moved between David’s pits, dragging his mouth from one to the other, licking and kissing, losing himself in the flavor. He bit lightly, then soothed with his tongue, moving up to nuzzle at the stubble on David’s jaw before kissing his way down the thick column of his neck, tasting skin and sweat.
When he finally made it to David’s cock, he didn’t rush. He started with slow, reverent kisses to the shaft, tonguing at the thick vein, then moved to the head, lapping up the bead of precome, savoring the taste. He stroked David’s balls with one hand, massaging, coaxing, while his mouth worked its way down, taking David deep.
David flexed again, showing off for Rowan, his chestand arms taut with strength. “You like that, baby?” he growled, hips rolling up to meet Rowan’s eager mouth. “Like how big I am? How much I want you?”
Rowan’s answer was a desperate moan, muffled around David’s cock. He sucked, cheeks hollowing, head bobbing as David’s breath hitched and his thighs trembled. Every time he surfaced for air, he mouthed at David’s abs, kissing the ridges, licking sweat from the dip below his navel. He worshipped every inch, letting his need show in every filthy, grateful sound.
I watched them, stroking myself absently, heart pounding at the sight of Rowan so undone, so willing to give himself over to pleasure.
But David wasn’t the only one hungry for Rowan’s mouth.
“Over here,” I commanded, and Rowan—still dazed, mouth red and swollen—turned to me, crawling into my lap. I flexed for him, spreading my arms, showing off the width of my shoulders, the cut of my biceps, the thick thatch of hair at my pits. He didn’t need any more invitation. He dove in, burying his face under my arm, licking at the salt and musk, moaning as he mouthed at my pit, desperate and filthy.
“You love it,” I praised, holding him there, letting him feast on my scent. “That’s my good boy. Suck it, baby. Show me how grateful you are.”
He whimpered, dragging his tongue through the hair, nose pressed deep, then moved lower, mouth latching onto my chest. He sucked at my nipples, biting gently, worshipping with tongue and teeth, marking me with kisses as he worked his way down.
My cock was hard, aching, leaking. Rowan looked up at me, pupils blown, then took me in hand, guiding my cock to his lips. He licked the head, tasting the salt, then swallowed me deep, gagging a little but never backing off. His throat fluttered around me, the sensation electric. I flexed for him, arms bracedbehind my head, chest rising with each breath, letting him see how much I wanted him.
Tom watched from the foot of the bed, eyes dark, stroking himself slow. I met his gaze, and he nodded, understanding what came next.
I reached for the lube on the nightstand and tossed it to Tom, the bottle landing with a soft thud on the mattress.
“Your turn,” I said, voice thick with want. “Fuck him, Tom. Show him how much we want him.”
Tom grinned, wicked and hungry, slicking his fingers before settling behind Rowan. He teased the tight, spit-slick hole, working a finger in, then two, stretching Rowan slow and steady. Rowan moaned, hips rocking back against Tom’s hand, all submission and need.
Tom lined up, rubbing the head of his cock against Rowan’s entrance, teasing just a second longer, then pushed in—slow, relentless, filling Rowan until his ass was stretched wide, his body trembling with the force of it.
Rowan gasped, mouth coming off my cock with a wet, desperate sound. “Fuck—yes, please, Daddy, need it, need you to fuck me?—”
Tom’s hands gripped Rowan’s hips, holding him steady as he thrust in deep, burying himself to the hilt. The sound was obscene—flesh meeting flesh, Rowan’s breathless moans mixing with Tom’s low curses.
David watched, stroking himself, eyes locked on Rowan’s face. I cupped Rowan’s jaw, guiding his mouth back to my cock. “Take me, baby,” I coaxed, voice gone soft. “Suck Daddy while Tom fucks you. That’s it. Show us how much you love being used.”
Rowan obeyed, eager, letting me fill his mouth as Tom filled his ass, the rhythm building, heat coiling tighter with every movement.
The room was thick with scent and sound—sex, sweat, the low grunts and moans of men lost to pleasure. David and I flexed, showing off our bodies for Rowan, letting him worship us, take us, be taken in turn.
Tom fucked him slow at first, then harder, driving deep, hips slapping against Rowan’s ass. I held Rowan’s face, letting him choke and gasp on my cock, then praising him for every filthy, desperate sound.
“You’re perfect,” I told him, meaning every word. “Such a good boy, taking all of us, making us lose our minds.”
Rowan whimpered, caught between pleasure and devotion, his own cock leaking against the sheets, untouched, desperate.
