Page 3 of Hunk Sandwich
“No. Nice is good.” I sucked his earlobe. “You are mine, Ollie. Forever. There is no one, ever, who makes me feel the way you do. No one I’d rather be with. Nice”—I nipped his skin the way we both liked—“is the best we can hope for.”
Chapter 4
Ollie
Iloved it when Bo got all possessive.That and everything else about him.
Acting out this fantasy still scared me a little.
What if he prefers the other guy? Or what if he’s only doing it for me?
I snuggled back into his embrace, turning my head so I could reach his ear.
“I love you so much, darling. You know we don’t have to do anything, right? We can just look and pretend. I can stop looking if it bothers you, I want you—”
“Älskling, stop. I would tell you if it bothered me. I’m actually quite happy to look.” His fingertips whispered over my stomach. “The idea of having another pair of hands and another tongue to serve you turns me on. Maybe a bit too much.”
He growled under his breath, sliding his arms tighter around me.
“You would look so pretty with two cocks in you.”
“Darling, oh God.” I groaned.
Yeah. My cock likes the idea.
It throbbed against my zipper.
“Give that sweet mouth of yours something to do. Taking turns fucking you, painting your beautiful body with our cum.”
“Fuck, Bo! You need to stop this, or I’ll drag you off to the bathrooms.”
He ignored me.
“If we do this, then we won’t do it here. Not between other guys taking a piss.”
I turned to face him and slipped my arms around his neck.
“I agree.”
I kissed my husband for an age, only reluctantly letting go when I was close to going down on him right here at the bar of the club. That tongue of his drove me crazy.
“Älskling,” Bo growled. “To the bathrooms. Now.”
The glory hole was free when we arrived. Bo kissed me hard, then gave me a blazing look, fangs bared.
“I’ll be on my knees for you, Oliver.”
There was no arguing with him. Not that I wanted to.
In moments, I freed my cock and pushed it through the hole. Bo deep-throated me without a word of warning, then he worked my length with his meaty fist and that clever ridged tongue.
Just like last time, someone entered while we were occupied.
“Shite!” I tried to stifle my low groan, but it was no good. Every single one of my nerves was aflame, and I came like a freight train barrelling down a mountain pass.
Bo swallowed around me, drinking down my release. I shuddered as he pulled off and tongued my slit to get every drop.
Knowing that another guy listened, and maybe even touched himself, made the experience so much hotter.
