Page 44 of Beta Team-The Saviors: Part One
Ari starts moving slowly, making sure I feel his cock rub against every nerve ending. Mine is flexing and throbbing between my thighs, leaking everywhere. Ari wraps his arm around my waist and slowly pulls out, making me moan loudly. “You like the way my cock feels?”
“Yes.”
I hear the door to the stockroom open, and I whip my head over my shoulder. Tyler walks in, stops in his tracks, and his eyes widen. “Well. That’s not what I expected to see when I walked in here.”
“Shut the fucking door,” Ari growls. Tyler shuts it and leans against it. “I meant with you on the other side.” I feel Ari’s cock twitch inside of me, and I look at his face. Does he like that Tyler is watching? “Now, fuckface.”
“Hell no. This is the best thing I’ve ever seen. Sweet ass, Jay.”
“Oh my God,” I groan, dropping my head forward.
I feel Ari lean against my back. “I feel you flexing around me. Do you want him to stay and see how good I fuck you?” His hand wraps around my cock, and a whimper leaves my mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Ari wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to stand. He turns me toward the wall. “Brace your hands.” I put my hands on the wall, and he jerks my hips back, making me arch.
“Well, goddamn,” Tyler comments. “I could use some pointers.”
“If you’re staying, shut the fuck up,” Ari rasps.
“Fuck me,” I beg. Having Ari inside me is enough, but now that Tyler is watching, it makes it even hotter. I’ve heard some of their conversations, and they’ve never shied away from talking about sex, so I know they’ve done this before. But I didn’t know I was into it until now.
“Listen to him beg, Ty.” Ari slowly pulls out and slams back inside me, making me choke on a moan. “That’s even better. Hold on.”
That’s all the warning I get before Ari’s hands tighten on my hips and starts slamming inside me so hard that all I can do is brace myself. My cock is swinging with each thrust, and Tyler can see it all from where he’s standing. I should be embarrassed that he caught us in this position, but I can’t find it in myself to care. I look over my arm at Tyler, and his eyes are glued to where Ari’s cock is disappearing inside my ass. Like he can feel me watching, his eyes drag to my face, and the grin he gives me has me whimpering loudly. Tyler slowly takes his hand, rubs it down his stomach, and massages himself through his jeans. “Holy fucking shit,” I pant.
“You want to see him?” Ari asks. “You want to see him stroking his cock for you?”
“Yes.”
“Get it out, Tyler,” Ari demands, and Tyler raises a brow. “Now.” Tyler’s brows furrow, and his hands go to his jeans. He pulls them down enough to pull his cock out, and my mouth waters at his thick length. “Stroke it. Show Sweet cheeks how much he turns you on. Or is it me?” Ari taunts.
“It’s the whole fucking thing,” Tyler admits, slowly moving his hand up and down his cock. “It’s hot watching you glaze Jason’s donut.”
Ari huffs a laugh. “I hate you so much.”
“Boss me around some more. I kind of liked it,” Tyler quips. He tightens his hand around the head of his cock, making a bead of pre-cum leak from the tip.
Ari’s thrust intensifies, and I can feel myself racing toward the finish line. He hasn’t even touched my cock, either. “Are you going to come for me, Sweet cheeks?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
“I want you to look at Tyler when I make you come.”
Tyler leans back against the door and starts stroking his cock faster. His hips are chasing his hand, and I can’t drag my eyes away. “Fuck,” he breathes.
“Ari,” I moan.
“There you go,” Ari encourages. “You want my cum deep inside you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Tell Ty how bad you want my cum.”
“I want it so bad.”
“Such a needy boy,” Ari says gruffly, caressing my hips, “wanting my cum dripping from you for the rest of the night. Don’t take your eyes off of him. You’re doing so good.”
Ari shifts his hips and starts pounding into my prostate. I can’t help the sounds leaving my mouth, and Tyler groans loudly. “May I come, please, Sir?” Tyler asks, and I’m not entirely sure if he’s joking or not.
“Not until he does,” Ari answers.
