Page 67 of Phantom Faceoff
It falls to the ground, Zander’s cock bouncing free: erect and weeping to be touched. My fingers twitch, aching to reach out, but I ball them up until the pain distracts from the desire.
Jules doesn’t waste any time, gripping and pumping him until Zander has to break away from his mouth to moan out his immense pleasure.
“Z,” Julian gasps, lips latching onto Zander’s neck as he works his cock. “Show Daddy how you stretch me.”
I want to tell him to sayplease, but Zander doesn’t seem to mind the command. He reaches around Julian to grip his ass, giving it a good squeeze and listening to him whine before pulling down the back of his briefs and spreading his cheeks apart to fit a finger between them.
Julian’s breath comes out choppy and turns to a whimper when Zander pulls back to grab something off the bed.
Lube.
He takes Julian’s mouth again, coating his finger and pressing it against his hole. I can’t see the details, but the way Julian’s legs shake and his cock strains the briefs, he’s clearly enjoying himself.
It’s mesmerizing, watching his hand pump in and out of Julian’s hole, seeing him swallow every pleasured noise.
It’s been years since I’ve had someone inside me. Since thick fingers have stretched me open, and a cock has brushed my walls.
Zander’s fingers retreat, reaching over to the bed again and grabbing a condom packet. He rips it open and slides it down his dick, then turns his focus back to Julian.
He grabs the globes of Julian’s ass tightly and lifts him until he wraps his legs around Zander’s waist. He holds him up with one arm, the other hand lathering his cock in lube. Once he’s satisfied, he tosses the bottle and slaps both hands on Julian’s ass, devouring his mouth and every filthy sound that falls out.
It’s an erotic sight, watching the two of them touch and kiss.
My cock responds enthusiastically, jumping as Zander raises Julian up just high enough to position his dick at Julian’s entrance.
Jules is a squirming, whining mess, his dick still trapped by his underwear. “Daddy.” He turns his head to look at me, a deep lust brimming in his eyes.
Julian is fucking beautiful. His body is lean and slender, and his whole body gets covered in a dusting of pink when he’s excited. I’ve always been in awe of him. Watching Zander leave hickeys and bite marks over his pale, sensitive skin, it makes my own buzz with desire.
I like holding the reigns. I like that Zander respects that.
Right now? I want to beg him to treat my bodies like Julian’s.
Mark me.
Force me to let him have what I keep holding back.
I’m not ready to share that need—not yet—so I swallow it down along with the shake in my voice.
“Yes, baby?”
His eyes screw shut as he rocks his ass on the tip of Zander’s dick, but Zander doesn’t let him go any further.
“I need to be fucked. Tell him to fuck me. Daddy, please.”
Zander has a wicked smirk on his lips, teasing Julian’s nipples with his teeth. “Sorry, hot stuff,” he says, meeting my eyes as he grinds up against Jules’ hole, making him whimper. “I think Daddy is too busy wishing I was fuckinghim.”
A growl tears out of my throat, and Zander shivers. “Go ahead,Daddy. Tell me to fuck him. Let me make him scream.”
He really does change to fit his partner’s needs.
That’s more of a turn on than I feel it should be.
“Wildfire.”
He stops his assault on Julian’s body, and more than anything I realize I want to taste them together. I don’t want to just be a bystander.
I push to my feet—hands still locked behind me—and move to stand beside them.
