Page 29 of Hunk Sandwich
“I want to fuck you, little wolf,” I admitted, pushing my thumb into his muzzle and stroking his tongue.
Kaspar whimpered and shook under our touch.
I gripped his cock. “Would you like that? Feeling my ridges in your sweet little hole?”
He turned his head to look at Ollie who still had his fingers inside his Pumas joggers. He nicked them from me, and I hadn’t protested. I loved seeing him in my clothes. My heart rejoiced that the three of us had found a natural flow where we soughtconsent and reassurance from each other. This was a boundary we needed to explore together.
Perhaps it was one Ollie doesn’t want to cross?
“You’ll love it, sweetheart.” Kas shivered when my sweet husband’s hand moved inside his trousers instead. “He will fuck you so well you’ll be screaming his name all night.” Ollie’s lips pressed against his shoulder blade. “I’ll hold you through it, yeah?”
“Yes.” Kaspar kissed Ollie’s temple, then turned back to me. “Yes, please, Bo.”
Ollie pulled his hand out and led him into the bedroom.
It felt so right to be in here together.
I watched my husband undress Kaspar with slow, measured movements. Then he settled himself against the padded headboard and guided our wolf between his legs, facing him.
“We’ve got you, sweetheart,” he murmured, stroking his face and pressing soft kisses on his brow. “It will feel so fucking good, I promise you that. Bo isn’t just going to fuck you, he’ll make love to you.”
Ollie’s eyes met mine. His feelings for me and our wolf flood through the mate bond. For a moment, I just stood there, my heart so full of love I was scared it might burst out of my chest. Love not just for my beautiful husband, but also for Kaspar. A different kind, new and unfamiliar, butthere.
Oliver nodded, his eyes misting over with tears and his smile almost blindingly bright. He hugged Kaspar to his chest and rubbed his back.
I walked over to the bed, took the lube out of the side table, and centered myself.
Breathe, Bo.
It was the first time I would be inside him. It made me nervous. What if I hurt him?
“Don’t let him wait, baby. He wants you so much. Don’t you, Kaspar?”
“Goddess, yes, Bo. Please fuck me already!” He shifted his knees restlessly. “Don’t edge me, please.”
I chuckled. “You’re just as needy as Ollie. So desperate for my dick.”
“Yes,” Kas gasped when I flipped open the bottle and squeezed some of lube out. Eyes fixed on his face, I spread it between his ass cheeks, massaging his hole to get him to soften up for me. He bit his lip, shaking under my touch.
“Let him in, sweetheart. That’s it.” Ollie watched me stroke him, his gaze dark with lust.
I teased him open for me until he leaked onto the duvet below and shook around my fingers.
“Ready?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“Fuck, yes!” His ass urged back, trying to get me deeper. I steadied him with my other hand, pulled out my fingers, and lathered my dick with more lube.
Kaspar pressed his cheek into Ollie’s chest, whimpering under his breath when my head slipped into his hole. I froze.
“Are you hurting?”
“No,” he mewled. “You feel so good. Please, Bo.”
I gave him another inch, then one more. Gods! The sight of his pink hole stretching and clenching around my dick almost made me lose my mind.
“Darling!” My husband’s voice cut through my frenzy. I raised my eyes to his. “Show him how beautiful it is to be loved by you.”
I held Kaspar’s hips and sank inside. His body made way as if it was made to take me.
