Page 33 of Hunk Sandwich
Pushing away from the wall, I crossed the room.
Without saying a word, I bent down to kiss him. He groaned. I knew what my tongue did to him.
“I missed you.”
“We missed you, too. Congratulations on winning the game. We watched it last night.” Kas’ voice was hoarse, his lids heavy.
“Thank you,gråben.”My sweet wolf.
I kissed him again. Gods, my men made me ravenous.
Ollie stirred. I supposed he was roused by Kas’ dick hardening against him.
“Darling,” he murmured sleepily, reaching out to trail a hand through my hair. “Welcome home. We missed you.”
Kas gently pushed me away, grinning. “I just said the same thing.”
“Well, we did. It’s just not the same when it’s not all three of us.” My perfect husband beckoned me closer. “Hi,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me.
I hadn’t realised that me bending forward to kiss Ollie brought my dick into Kas’ face.
He nuzzled my bulge. Firm fingers stroked up and down my cock before freeing me from my trousers.
“Å gud!” He swallowed me down, gagging around my head, making me gasp.
“Oh yes, sweetheart. You suck him so well. Do you feel that, Bo darling?” He palmed my cheek, resting our foreheads together. “Do you feel how much he wants you?”
I nodded hurriedly. A rough tongue dipped into the slit at my cockhead every time he pulled off. It worked my ridges, driving me out of my mind with lust.
“He’ssohard. Aren’t you, Kas?”
Ollie sat up and revealed that they were both almost naked under the blanket. Ollie wore a pair of tight black boxers, my favourite. My gråben was in—
“Oh fuck!” A sexy white jockstrap hugged his sizeable bulge and those perfect, furry glutes. Nothing could have prepared me for seeing Kaspar in a jockstrap from the GLORY TROLL line I’d done with APC, the Scottish clothing brand for big boys like us.
“We planned a little surprise for you but fell asleep cuddling.”
He spread Kas’ long legs, and brought his hand between his cheeks. Ollie gripped the plug’s flat base and fucked it into our wolf’s tight hole. A shiver ran through his outstretched body.
Oh Gods.
“Our sweet wolf fancied himself spit roast for dinner.”
Hearing Ollie talk dirty like that made me lose my mind.
Our partner moaned when Ollie dragged his boxers down, pulled out the plug and replaced it with his hard length.
“You two are so perfect. How am I so lucky? Gods, I love you so much.” I leaned in to kiss Ollie and stroke Kas. He sucked my dick like a dying man as my husband’s thick cock pounded his hole.
Epilogue
Kaspar
Holy fucking shit!Every single one of Ollie’s hard thrusts drove Bo’s dick deeper down my throat. I gagged but didn’t want them to stop. I needed to come.
Bo’s fist, slick with my precum, focused on my head, the other squeezed my knot the way I loved.
Oh fuck.
