Page 63 of Fembot
Winston braced himself on Lucky’s legs and slid his hands up from his knees to his waist as he leaned in again. He teased the head of Lucky’s cock with his tongue, swirling around the shiny, leaking tip until Lucky was trembling beneath him.
Calvin had disappeared for a moment, but he returned, and dropping behind Winston, he spread his cheeks open with one hand and then Winston felt the slick slide of a lubed finger trace the edge of his hole.
“Put his pretty cock in your mouth, Winnie,” Calvin instructed, still teasing him.
Winston looked up and met Lucky’s gaze. God, he fucking loved this man, and something in his expression must have given his thoughts away because Lucky reached for him. He cupped Winston’s cheek, and his thumb smoothed over the cheekbone, making Winston melt.
It was love that had broken them apart the first time. Love that knew it wasn’t ready. And it was love that held them together when everything had looked so fucking bleak. And with any luck, love would be with them as they navigated the rest of their lives together.
Lucky’s soft smile changed to a smirk, and he slid his hand into Winston’s hair, cradled the back of his head, and guided him down onto his cock. Winston closed his eyes and sank into the feeling of not having to be the one in control. He let Luckyguide him down, let the feeling of Lucky’s cock, thick on his tongue, ground him.
And then the tip of Calvin’s finger pressed into Winston’s hole. Slippery. Thick. Fucking precision aim when he stroked it across Winston’s prostate. Winston moaned and arched his back, begging for more as he bobbed up and down on Lucky’s cock.
Lucky oozed precum, and it mingled with Winston’s saliva, smoothing the way for his hand when he wrapped it around Lucky’s cock and stroked as he sucked. Lucky’s hand tightened in his hair, and the slight pull, the slight tingle in his scalp, only made his cock harder.
Calvin added a second finger, scissoring Winston open, making him moan around Lucky’s dick. Lucky held Winston still and thrust his hips up a couple times, sinking his cock deeper into Winston’s mouth.
Winston’s mind floated away. There was no real world. Nothing existed except for Lucky and Calvin and the way they tormented him until he was practically fucking himself on Calvin’s fingers, whining around Lucky’s dick when nothing was enough.
“What do you need, Winnie?” Lucky asked, easing his grip on Winston’s hair. “Do you need someone to fuck you?”
He whined and took Lucky’s cock deeper, moving his fist away from the base so he could take him as deep as possible. Calvin teased Winston’s prostate again and again until Winston was sure he was nothing but need and precum.
Then Lucky urged him to come up for air, and the fingers left his ass all at once, and Winston was suddenly so unmoored that he swayed. Lucky grabbed him by the upper arms.
“Easy, Winnie,” Lucky soothed. He leaned in and kissed Winston. Their tongues tangled together. The kiss was slow andsweet and fucking filthy. It made Winston’s hips jerk as his body begged to be used.
“Please,” Winston pleaded, his lips dancing over Lucky’s as he spoke.
“As if I could refuse such a pretty face. Move back for a second,” Lucky said, prompting Winston to sway back and be caught again in Calvin’s embrace.
Lucky moved out of the way, then patted the seat of the chair. “Up here, Winnie, on your knees. Hold onto the back of the chair.”
He scrambled to obey. Climbing up into the chair, he positioned himself just like Lucky asked.
His obedience was rewarded when Calvin stepped forward and aimed his cock, pressing the head against Winston’s hole.
“Lucky, I have a couple of surprises for the both of you. Can you top?” He looked over at Lucky and practically purred. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Hell, yeah, I can top.” Lucky seemed eager to find out what kind of surprises Calvin had for them. As interested as Winston was, he was even more eager to get Calvin’s dick inside him.
Everything whited out for a second as Calvin slid inside. His cock, thick and lubed and perfect. Winston’s knuckles turned white, he gripped the chair so hard. Arching his back, he moaned.
“Cal, oh, fuck me. That’s so good. Love your dick.” Winston felt unhinged with how happy he was. How turned on he was. How perfect this whole series of moments had been starting from when Calvin showed up in his shower and stretching to now as he grabbed Winston’s hips and pulled him back, impaling him on his cock.
Behind him, Lucky let out a moan and when Calvin rocked forward, Winston knew they were all joined.
“Holy shit,” Lucky squeaked, clearly surprised. “Is that… holy fuck, Winnie. Our boy has a fucking prostate.”
Calvin’s movement stuttered. “It… aftermarket upgrade. It’s why I was gone so long. I wanted some adjustments before I came back.”
Winston craned his neck to look at Calvin over his shoulder. “And you didn’t think to fucking call?”
Calvin thrust forward, knocking the indignation out of Winston with one powerful thrust. “I wanted to surprise you, but I maybe miscalculated.”
“We can hash that out later,” Lucky groaned. “God, Calvin, your ass is so fucking tight.”
Winston held on to the chair for dear life as the frenzy continued. Calvin shifted slightly, then Winston’s body lit up like a firework. Calvin pegged his prostate every time Lucky thrust forward fucking Calvin. Fucking them both.
