Page 103 of Overtime Positions
“Deeper, Shade.” Trav growled and then Frankie took me all the way down her throat, gagging and holding there like he was?—
I dropped my chin to my chest to find his hand on the back of her neck, pushing her mouth down onto my cock with slow, deep thrusts.
“Take his cock all the way down your pretty throat.” He demanded, “Make him feel so good.”
She moaned, and dropped one hand to my balls, rubbing them the way I loved when I was chasing an orgasm. Frankie pulled off me and gasped, spitting onto my cock and rubbing it in as she stared up at me. “Color?”
“Green.” I panted, flicking a glance at Trav behind her as his hands ran down her body to her pussy as she sucked me deep again. “You man?”
“Green.” He replied firmly and then bit her neck while pushing his fingers deep into her, making her scream around my cock as she tilted her head and sucked on my balls, making my eyes go cross-eyed. “Teach me.”
My knees buckled, but I managed to stay standing barely as she pulled off my cock and looked at him over her shoulder. “Teach you what?”
“How he likes his balls rubbed.” He said, looking up at me. “He did it in the shower earlier. I want to know.”
“Fuck.” I panted, rolling my neck as it felt like they were no longer just pleasuring me, but torturing me.
“On your back.” Frankie pushed me back toward the bed. “Before you fall on your ass.”
I didn’t fight her as I fell onto my back, throwing my arm over my face a millisecond before her lips started their way up my legs from my ankles. Slow, light, wet kisses covered every inch of my calves and knees and then my thighs as she slowed things down, letting me catch my breath.
I couldn’t look down at her, or I’d blow my load from just the echo of Trav’s words looping through my head.
She could tell. Frankie could always tell what I needed, like she had known me her whole life. “Is that okay with you, Sunshine? Can I teach Trav how you like your balls rubbed when your cock is in my mouth? How you like them squeezed just a little, with a whole lot of rubbing.”
“Green.” I said, because saying yes felt wrong. I wanted that so fucking badly, but admitting it was too much. So, I gave her the go-ahead instead without looking down.
“Come here, big guy.” She purred, and then Trav’s hot body was lying on the bed next to my leg. I could feel the skin of his abdomen against my foot, and I fought the urge to see if he was naked, or just shirtless. She kept one wet hand wrapped around my cock as she lay down between my thighs.
I wrapped one leg around her side, anchoring myself to her soft skin and supple body as my best friend laid his hand on my naked thigh, an inch from my balls.
“He likes them rubbed together.” She said in a sultry voice that dripped with sex and desire. “Like you’ve got two ice cubes in your palm, and you’re spinning them around.”
I knew it was coming, but I still flinched when Trav’s rough hand took place of hers, the callouses on his fingertips a stark comparison to the smooth softness of hers, but I didn’t dislike it.
Not one fucking bit.
Slowly, and tentatively at first, he started rolling them in his hand as Frankie started sucking me back into her mouth, nails dug deep into my thigh as her hips rocked against the bed in time with her motions. She was as on edge as I was.
But what was Travis thinking?
“Like this?” He asked, and his voice was thick and hoarse.
I couldn’t reply, so I nodded in place, but he didn’t like that. Quickly, he tightened his grip on my balls, squeezing them just enough to make me jump as a wave of pre-cum filled Frankie’s mouth. “Yes,” I replied haggardly, dropping my hands to the bed to grab the bedsheets. “Like that.”
“Does it feel good,” He asked, pushing it further and pressing on the taboo. “Do you like it?”
“Trav.” I growled, tensing as Frankie moaned, sucking me harder and deeper.
“Answer me, Elliot.” He demanded, and I finally forced myself to look down my body to where the two most perfect people in the world lay on the bed around me. Frankie’s eyes were wide and her pupils blown with desire as she pulled off my cock, panting and writhing against the mattress, rubbing her pussy against it as best she could on her belly. Trav stared at me dominantly, his hand working my balls in a way that felt better than anything I’d ever felt before.
“I like it.” I panted, admitting something I never imagined feeling, let alone speaking about. “I fucking like how you do it.”
“Good,” He said, shifting onto his side more, and it was then that I realized he had stripped down before he got on the bed and was naked. And his dick was rock hard, lying against the mattress between him and Frankie, leaving a wet stain on the sheets from his arousal as he pleasured me. “So good, Sunshine.”
“Fuck,” I growled, throwing my head back as my body tensed with bliss. “Shit.”
“Swallow that come, Shade.” He instructed, but Frankie was already sucking it out of me as he pumped my balls, rubbing them and squeezing them as they seized, pushing come up my cock and into Frankie’s mouth like he had any fucking clue how damn good it felt, how much more powerful it made it all.
