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“Good boy,” Skylar praised, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Now take him deeper.”
I obeyed, letting his cock slide further into my mouth, my tongue pressing against the underside where I knew the most sensitive nerves would be. His thickness stretched my lips, the weight of him heavy on my tongue. It should have felt foreign, invasive, wrong—but all I felt was a deep, primal satisfaction at the sounds of pleasure I was drawing from him.
“Fuck, Kiaan,” Ryker gasped, his hand joining Skylar’s in my hair. “Your mouth feels so good.”
Skylar repositioned us, forming a triangle on the bed—her mouth on my cock, me on Ryker’s, Ryker’s tongue working between her legs. The sensation of her wet heat around me while I serviced Ryker was mind-bending, pleasure coming from every direction at once.
Ryker’s hands buried themselves in my hair, guiding me, setting a rhythm that I followed eagerly. His cock was huge, filling my mouth, the head hitting the back of my throat with each forward motion. I’d never imagined myself in this position,never thought I’d enjoy having another man’s dick in my mouth—but the weight of him, the taste, the sounds he made as I took him deeper, were intoxicating.
It wasn’t about him being a man. It was about him being Ryker—my friend, my companion through countless digital battles, the steady voice in my ear during my darkest nights. This was Ryker, and I wanted to make him feel good. Wanted to bring him the same pleasure he was giving Skylar, the same pleasure she was giving me.
Skylar’s technique was masterful, her tongue swirling around my cock in ways that had me moaning around Ryker’s shaft. The vibrations must have pleased him, because his grip in my hair tightened, his hips bucking forward slightly.
The pleasure built between my legs, a familiar tightening that signaled my approaching climax. Skylar increased her pace, her hand fondling my balls as she took me deeper. I fought to maintain my rhythm on Ryker, determined not to leave him behind even as my orgasm approached, moaning around his cock.
Skylar came first, her thighs clamping around Ryker’s head as she moaned around my cock, the vibrations pushing me over the edge. I exploded in her mouth, pleasure crashing through me in waves as she swallowed every drop.
She released me with a final lick, crawling up to kiss Ryker deeply, sharing the taste of my cum with him. The sight of themkissing above me, knowing he was tasting me on her tongue, sent a final aftershock of pleasure through my spent body.
But Ryker hadn’t finished yet. His cock was still hard in my mouth, his breathing ragged as I watched them kiss. I doubled my efforts, determined to bring him the same pleasure I’d just experienced.
“Fuck his mouth,” Skylar commanded, breaking the kiss to look down at me, combing her fingers through my hair. “He wants it. Look at him, such a hungry little cockslut.”
Her words should have embarrassed me, should have made me pull away in shame. Instead, they sent a thrill of dark pleasure through me, my cheeks heating not with humiliation but with a strange pride.
Ryker’s hands tightened in my hair, holding me in place as he began to thrust more forcefully. The control was taken from me, my mouth becoming simply a vessel for his pleasure, and I loved it—loved the raw need in his movements, the desperation in his groans.
“Mm, good kitten,” Skylar said. “Pretty cock sleeve for Ryker.”
“I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained. “Fuck, Kiaan, I’m going to—”
He tried to pull back, but I gripped his thighs, holding him in place, wanting—needing—to taste his cum. His whole body tensed, then shuddered as hot jets of cum filled my mouth,coating my tongue, sliding down my throat as I swallowed reflexively.
“Good boy,” Skylar purred, her hand gentle on my cheek as Ryker’s cock slipped from my lips. “Such a good boy for us.”
I collapsed between them, spent and sated in ways I’d never experienced before. It wasn’t about being attracted to men—it was about being attracted to Ryker, to Skylar, to the three of us together. To the connection we’d built over years of friendship, the trust that allowed us to explore these new, uncharted waters without fear.
And as they curled around me, their bodies warm and solid against mine, I knew with absolute certainty that this was exactly where I belonged.
Chapter 11
Ryker
The warmth against my back registered first—solid and unfamiliar, yet somehow right. I blinked away sleep, consciousness filtering in like sunlight through the tent fabric. Kiaan’s nude body curved against mine, his arm draped over my waist, breath tickling my shoulder blades in soft, even patterns.
Six years of friendship through a screen, and now here we were, skin to skin after a night that had changed everything. I reached back, finding his hip with my palm, and pulled him closer, savoring the heat that radiated between us.
For a moment, I just breathed, taking inventory of the sensations—the slight soreness in muscles I rarely used, the sticky places where our skin met. He shifted, his morning hardness grinding against my ass as he made a soft sound, half-asleep and trusting. The memory of his mouth on me, of my hands guiding him, of Skylar watching us with dark, hungry eyes, sent a fresh wave of desire curling through my belly.
I opened my eyes and found myself staring directly into Skylar’s wide-awake gaze. She lay on her side, head propped on one hand, watching us with an expression that made my breath catch—part tenderness, part possessiveness, all desire.
“Morning,” I whispered, shy despite everything we’d done the night before.
She smiled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my forehead. “You’re gorgeous when you sleep. Both of you. I like you all nude and snuggled together.”
“What are you doing way over there?” The only issue I could see was that she wasn’t part of our snuggle.
She laughed. “I get hot when I sleep, so I assume I rolled away from all that hotness. Literal and metaphorical.”
