Page 56 of The Dead Don't Talk
Though at this point, the room could be filled with decomposing, and I’d never fucking know.
All I see is Moros.
All I feel is Wilson.
That poke becomes a full-on lick, the tip testing the resistance with each pass like its begging for entrance.
His hands meet my cheeks next, palming the meat of my ass to spread me wider and my stomach flips.
Not once has Moros looked away from me and I find myself falling deeper into his dark gaze. Drowning in the depths of black.
“You need us, don’t you?”
The affirmative tilt of my chin is automatic.
“Yes,” I breathe out, my hole fluttering around the tongue teasing it.
The satisfied growl that vibrates along my flesh has my stomach flipping and my grip tightening, bringing Moros closer.So close that I can feel his quickening breath like a caress on my face.
Wilson finally penetrates me, his mouth slick against my hole, and I gasp.
“Feels so good,” I whine, the edges of my lips barely grazing over Moros’s. “Need—”
He crushes his lips to mine, a bruising force wrapped in desperate need that makes me want to weep in his arms. The stubble around his mouth burns, but the caress of his tongue sooths. Parting my lips has him delving in and pulling out a moan of his name as he leans closer. Presses harder.
“Don’t you dare come,” he growls thickly against my mouth, almost desperately as he sucks on my tongue. “Not until my fat cock fills that fucking hole.”
I whimper, my cock leaking precum all over my head.
“Then fill me up, Moros. Need youso bad,” I moan out that last bit, eyes rolling back with each slippery swipe over my hole.Intomy hole. The feel of Wilson’s mouth teasing down to the backside of my balls leaves me gasping and thrusting against Moros’s waist. “Please fuck my hole.Please. One of you do it.”
I swallow hard and shake off the orgasm riding up my back and threatening to take over this blissful amazingness warming my insides.
I was just begged for a cock with an audience. Did they hear me? Do they know we’re here now, doing what we are?
Doesn’t change how badly I want it, though. Or how hard my cock is. How it’sleakingfor them,poundingwith the force of my pulse.
Need … is an understatement.
Chapter 28
Life’s changes
Wilson
Eating Amo’s ass likethis has my dick more than just a little hard.
I’m like stone.
Not even my dreams have prepared me for the taste of him on my tongue, and I’ve definitely spent a lot of time wondering about it.
It’s not quite what I had in mind when we made this loosely planned adventure last night, and I know we’ll still have to face some shit. But knowing that I can havethis. With them on each of my sides? It swells my chest just the same.
And maybe … I can get past being in post twenty-three. Wanting to be away from people.
The last thing I want would be for Amo to come to me—tous—and be stuck. What if we turn? No amount of feelings will be enough to stop the thing already coursing through both Moros and me and the last thing I want is for him to be trapped with us.
Maybe I can move back to town.
