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With a guilty shiver, I scooped up a handful of crumbly cake and liquid chocolate, rubbing it down the center of Luca’s chest to his groin. He inhaled sharply at the sensation, and I wondered what it felt like against his bare skin.
Following my instincts, I made a cross shape with the second handful, the gooey smear running from one taut, pink nipple to the other. Feeling bolder, I rubbed the third sticky helping directly onto his twitching cock.
With an evil smile, I scooped up what was left and mashed it over the lower half of his face. He made a strange, desperate noise as some of it ended up in his mouth, the rest covering his chin and throat.
Slapping a sticky hand on the left side of his chest to brace myself, I dove forward and started licking and sucking the sweet mess hungrily from his lips. It couldn’t be called a kiss... it felt more like I was devouring him. His subtle, sweet-summer scent was barely detectable at first, hidden beneath the chocolate and the brash spicy citrus that reminded me so much of Emiel. But as I cleaned off more of his skin with my tongue, it grew stronger in whatever area I was working on.
Before long, Luca was moaning and writhing as I gradually worked my way down his body. I fisted his cock with the hand still coated in smashed lava cake, my sex throbbing as he jerked up into the contact with a cry. My own arousal had grown hazy and drugged as I swallowed more and more of the rich sweetness, licking it out of Luca’s navel... and then lower, and lower still.
When my lips closed around the head of his cock, Luca let out a strangled moan. His hand closed around the back of my head with a convulsive movement, pushing me down his length. I groaned, taking him in until my nose landed in his sticky thatch of hair. Emiel’s scent half-drowned me, combined with the scent of Luca’s slick, so close to where I was working him.
I sucked and licked, determined to get every last trace of cake off Luca’s cock—moaning like a cheap whore at the dirty, forbidden nature of what we were doing. When Luca arched and spurted into my mouth with a startled cry, it was a complete shock—I hadn’t known he could come just from oral.
“Oh fuck,oh fuck!” he choked, still pulsing weakly into me. “Fuck...god!”
A few moments later, he fell back, lying limp on the floor as he panted. I let his softening cock slide free of my lips, savoring the last traces of chocolate.
“Achievement unlocked.” Byron sounded amused, but also mildly impressed. “A dick-only orgasm...nice.”
“Do you need a knot?” I asked Luca, a bit worriedly. That had been one hell of a climax, and he had nothing to clamp around.
He grunted and waved one hand in an uncoordinated movement. “No... s’good. Gimme a minute.”
A hand closed around my arm and used the grip to topple me over. Byron rolled me onto my back with the instinctive confidence of an alpha tumbling an omega. I blinked up at him—I hadn’t even heard him get off the couch.
“It wasn’t that kind of an orgasm,” Byron said, looking down at me with a predatory half-smile. At some point during our cake-fueled debauchery, he’d lost all his clothes. “But maybe you’d better worry about yourself now, romcom girl.”
I’d almost forgotten that Luca and Byron had unfinished leftovers as well—that is, until Byron smushed a handful of cake over my breasts, giving each one a firm squeeze as he did. I squealed in shock at the bizarre sensation, diving head-first into hypocrisy, since I’d done the same damned thing to Luca less than fifteen minutes ago.
In the next instant, I was pinned beneath a naked alpha, squirming and giggling hysterically as he covered me in a sugary, sticky mess. The giggles turned into moans as Luca roused himself enough to roll over and put his mouth on me, getting his revenge with single-minded thoroughness while Byron held me down and kept me from wriggling away.
It feltsogood, andsoweird as Luca’s tongue rasped over my skin, licking up the sweet, mushy goo as he went. I was climbing out of my own skin even before he cupped my sex, sliding three fingers into my soaked passage. He worked me mercilessly atthe same time his mouth was busy sucking every last particle of sugar off my nipples. It was a surprise to precisely no one when the dual sensations pushed me over the edge, bucking against Byron’s hold on my wrists as waves of ecstasy crashed over me.
The tide eventually ebbed, dragging all the tension from my muscles as it went.
“Good girl,” Byron said approvingly.
I wasn’t proud of the pleasant shiver that ran up my spine in response, but I couldn’t exactly deny it, either. He let go of my wrists. I kept them above my head, because moving them felt like too much work when Luca was still mouthing his way across my body like he had nothing better to do for the next decade.
The crinkle of a condom packet being torn open was the only warning I had before Luca’s fingers pulled free of my passage and a warm body settled in the cradle of my hips.
“Hope you didn’t have anything else on your agenda tonight,” Byron said, hitching up one of my legs and pressing the tip of his hot cock to my entrance. “Because we’re going to be here for a while.”
Luca abandoned my breasts in favor of covering my lips with his in a deep, dessert-flavored kiss. At the same time, Byron pressed home, sending jolts of tingling electricity along my nerves like tiny lightning bolts. I groaned into Luca’s mouth, surrendering myself to mindless bliss as Byron began to move inside me.
Sure... maybe Emiel had been right. Hot, no strings sex with two emotionally unavailable men probably wasn’t the healthiest coping mechanism.
Still worth it, though.