Page 113 of Stolen Harmony
Tom’s rhythm grew punishing, each thrust sending Rowan’s body forward, his moans muffled by my cock in his mouth. Sweat slicked our skin, the room hot and thick with the scent of sex. I watched Rowan come undone—eyes glazed, hands shaking as he braced himself on the sheets, hips bucking with every stroke.
He was a mess, spit and tears streaking his face, his own cock leaking onto the bed. The sound of Tom’s hips slapping against Rowan’s ass, the wet suck of Rowan’s lips around my cock, and the deep, hungry praise in David’s voice made the moment feel endless—weightless and heavy all at once.
“Look at you,” I murmured, my voice low and rough as I stroked Rowan’s cheek. “Taking everything we give you. Still begging for more.”
He whimpered, the sound vibrating around me, and I felt my control slip further. Tom was relentless, driving in deep, the bed creaking beneath us, but there was something in Rowan’s face—utter devotion, complete surrender—that made me want to push him even further.
I slipped from his mouth, letting him gasp for air, and cupped his jaw. He looked up at me, pupils blown, lips swollenand shiny. “Please, Daddy,” he whispered, “want to give you everything. Want to take it all.”
My own body pulsed at his words, and I knew exactly what he meant. I sat back against the headboard, spreading my legs wide, and pulled Rowan’s head to my lap.
“You want to be my good boy?” I said, softer now, almost gentle. “Want to show us how much you can take?”
He nodded, eager, mouth open, tongue out in silent invitation.
I gripped the base of my cock, aiming the flushed head at his waiting mouth. “Keep your mouth open, pretty boy. Don’t spill a drop.”
Rowan did as he was told, and I let go, warm piss streaming over his tongue, filling his mouth. He swallowed greedily, moaning as the salty heat hit his throat, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss. Some of it leaked out, running down his chin, but he did his best to drink it all, the trust between us a living thing, sacred and raw.
“That’s it,” I praised, voice gone shaky, one hand stroking his hair as I watched him worship me. “Good fucking boy. Taking it so well. Filthy and perfect just for us.”
David watched, breathless, his own cock hard and bobbing against his stomach. When I finished, he didn’t wait for permission. He crawled up beside me, nudging Rowan gently aside.
“My turn, baby,” he said, and Rowan immediately shifted, opening his mouth for David.
David’s hand cradled the back of Rowan’s head, fingers gentle but commanding. He aimed his cock at Rowan’s lips and let go, piss flowing hot and fast over Rowan’s tongue. Rowan drank it all, moaning, his eyes locked on David’s face, lost in the worship and submission of it. David groaned, hips jerking, sweat running down his chest, his body flexing as he emptied himself into Rowan’swaiting mouth.
“Jesus, you’re perfect,” David breathed, voice thick with awe and pleasure. “Never seen anyone take it like you. Good boy.”
Rowan swallowed every drop, licking his lips when it was done, the evidence of his worship shining on his chin and chest. I wiped his mouth with my thumb, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Tom was still deep inside Rowan, one hand gripping Rowan’s hip, the other braced on the bed. He slowed his thrusts, then with a hungry groan, pulled out—his cock slick and flushed, a glisten of lube and spit trailing down Rowan’s thighs.
“Fuck,” Tom muttered, running his hand down Rowan’s back, his voice rough, full of want and pride. “Never had anyone squeeze me like that. You’re unreal, kid.”
He let his cock rest against Rowan’s hole, not quite done, but hungry for a new angle. Sweat beaded at his temples, his chest rising and falling in sharp, greedy bursts.
David, catching his breath, reached for the bottle of lube on the mattress, tossing it in Tom’s direction. “Give him a minute,” he rasped, voice gravel and thunder. “Let me in for a while.” His smile was all teeth, a challenge and a promise, the kind that made my skin spark.
Tom snorted, giving David a playful shove as they swapped places. “You think you can do better? Prove it.”
“Move over, Tom,” I cut in, shifting to the foot of the bed. “I want a piece of him too.”
Tom grinned, not offended in the least. He knelt at the top of the bed, close by Rowan’s head, cock slick and heavy in his fist. He stroked himself slowly, never taking his eyes off Rowan, then pressed the tip against Rowan’s lips. “Open up, sweetheart,” he coaxed, a gentleness beneath the roughness. “Bet you’re still hungry.”
Rowan’s mouth parted, eager and obedient, tongue flicking over Tom’s slit. Tom groaned, pushing in just enough for Rowan to taste him, savoring the pressure, the heat, the way Rowan’s lips clung to him.
Behind Rowan, David was already slicking his cock with lube, working his fingers into Rowan’s stretched hole, the wet noises filling the room—obscene, urgent. David knelt between Rowan’s spread knees, teasing him open, spreading him wide for another round.
I took the opportunity to move beneath Rowan, lying flat on my back with my head between his thighs, cock straining up against my stomach. Rowan’s ass hovered above my face, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air. I licked a long stripe up the crack, tasting the musk and lube, then buried my tongue against his spent, twitching hole.
Rowan shuddered, hips rocking. David pressed a lubed finger inside, working Rowan open with a skillful twist.
“Fuck, he’s tight,” David growled, breathless. “You wrecked him good, Tom.”
“Fuck yeah,” Tom shot back, looking down with a crooked grin. He ran a thumb over Rowan’s cheek, wiping away the mess, then let Rowan take him deeper, throat flexing as Tom rocked his hips with slow, hungry thrusts. “That’s it. Take me. Show me how much you want it. Don’t let a drop go to waste.”
I sucked at Rowan’s rim, tongue working him open, tasting the mess Tom left behind, moaning at the flavor of all three of us on his skin. My hands ran up the insides of his thighs, fingers digging into muscle, spreading him wider for David.
