Page 10 of Hunk Sandwich
I loved being in a hunk sandwich. Bo’s solid chest was at my back, forever keeping me safe, and Kaspar’s warmth cocooned me from the front. His fur felt so good through my mesh shirt.
His cautious hand cupped Bo’s bearded chin.
“Can I kissyou, too?” He asked, his eyes revealing a hint of insecurity.
I half turned around to glance at Bo and found the same insecurity mirrored on his face. He looked unsure if it was okay. I hoped it wasn’t because of me and tried to convey without speaking how much I wanted to see that.
“Yes,” he said in a husky voice, eyes lingering on my face, seeking my reassurance.
It probably should have felt odd to see my husband kiss another man.
It’s so sexy.
Bo was a fantastic kisser—a pro at making me rock hard with his clever tongue. Together, with those little hungry noises he made, kissing him was so fucking good.
Kaspar followed Bo’s lead. He let him conquer his mouth and sought my touch to cope with his feelings. I felt Kaspar shift against me, pressing closer to Bo despite my body between them. His moans left no doubt how much he wanted him. The best thing about being the filling in a hunk sandwich was that both of them sought friction from me.
Two hard bulges dug into me. Bo rubbed his cock up and down my crack, and Kaspar his against my hard length. Arousal flooded through the mate bond. I rubbed back like a cat in heat.
When Bo broke the kiss, his mouth moved to my shoulder.
“Kiss him, älskling,” he murmured into my skin.
I rested my hand on his, sliding the other into the soft dark fur at Kaspar’s nape.
He was stunning with his muzzle slick from Bo’s kiss and his eyes heavily hooded and a little glassy with arousal.
I nudged him, inviting to come nearer if he wanted. He followed me in an instant. I’d never been kissed like this before, and I enjoyed it.
Now I know why Bo got so hard.
Bo’s hand slipped between us to palm my cock, jerking me through my trousers.
Kaspar kept his muzzle glued to my mouth, his hands caressing both Bo and me.
Deft fingers opened the button on my jeans, dragging down the zipper over my cock. A warm hand, its touch so familiar, slipped into my boxers to grip my cock. I moaned into the kiss.
Kaspar backed away, eyes heavy with desire as they dropped to where Bo stroked me.
“Take off your shirt,” I demanded.
He obeyed, whipped off his black band shirt, and exposed a thickly muscled chest covered in beautiful dark grey fur.
Bo’s hand let go of my cock for a moment, and he took off his shirt first, then mine, before returning to jerking me off.
“Fuck!” I gasped when Kaspar sank to his knees at my feet.
A growl rumbled through my husband’s chest, and I expected him to call it off. I didn’t know what I wanted him to do. Having someone else about to suck me was hot and overwhelming at the same time.
Bo moved closer to my back, steadying me. I let my body sink into his.
“You want to suck my husband’s thick cock?” he asked in an almost dangerous voice.
Kaspar wasn’t fazed.
“Fuck yeah.” His daring grin made me even harder. Bo squeezed me, then tilted my length to Kaspar’s face.
He hummed happily, as if Bo presented him with a gift, then stuck out his tongue and licked the first drop of precum off my crown.
