Page 77 of B is for Beg

When I go back into the living area, Calvin is sitting on the centre of the sofa, with his arms relaxed over the back of it. His legs are splayed, the bulge of his cock stretching his jeans tight. I tremble at the sight of him and at the knowledge that I’m his.

“Hey, princess, come sit with me while we wait for Gabe.”

I’m not entirely sure where he wants me to sit, seeing as he’s taking up most of the space on the sofa, but I go over to him all the same. As soon as I’m in reach, he grabs my hand and pulls me onto his thigh. He loops his arm around my waist, cups my hand, and starts plying me with teasing kisses, each one just long enough for me to taste his lips and tongue. I run my hands over his shoulders, feeling the way his firm muscles flex with every single kiss.

We don’t stop kissing until the buzzer rings and Calvin has to go to answer it.

“It’s Gabe,” he says. He opens the door and leaves it ajar before returning to the sofa.

I settle on his thigh again, and we go back to kissing.

“Well, this is a gorgeous sight to arrive to,” Gabe says.

Calvin chuckles against my lips, gives me an exceptionally long, dirty kiss, and then grins at Gabe.

“Welcome home, honey.”

Gabe laughs. “Don’t stop on my account. Keep kissing. I’ll stand over here and enjoy the show.”

“Maybe another time. We need to make Blake our cum slave, remember?”

“And how do you feel about that, baby boy?” Gabe asks.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.”

“We should get naked first,” Calvin says. “Things are likely to get messy.”

“You think?” Gabe asks.

Calvin pushes me to my feet, and they descend on me, removing my clothes as they kiss and caress my body.

“I love the underwear, princess.”

I’m wearing a hot pink thong with a satin front and lace sides and back. “I sent you a photo this morning, Sir.”

“I know, but I can appreciate it much better now you’re here.” He palms my cock through the thong and squeezes my cock and balls.

I tip my head back, moaning as he makes me hard.

“You’re keeping these on,” he tells me.

“Yes, Sir.”

“On your knees and watch,” he instructs.

I obey instantly, resting my hands on my thighs as they undress each other. They kiss hungrily. They’re not as tender with each other as they were with me. It’s almost like watching a wrestling match as they each struggle for supremacy. It’s fucking hot to watch. I start to drool, which is totally unbecoming, as their cocks harden and clash. I want to put my hand down my thong so I can stroke myself off while I stare at them, but I know I’m not allowed, so I curl my hands into loose fists instead.

Naked, they grope each other, squeezing biceps, abs, and arses, palming cocks. I know they’re putting on a show for me, and I’m not complaining. Their physical differences make them even more gorgeous together.

“Get over here, baby boy,” Gabe says.

I crawl over to them, staying on my knees.

“Good boy,” Gabe croons as he twists his fingers into my hair and guides my mouth close to his leaking cock.

He doesn’t dictate what I do, just keeps hold of my hair. I wrap one hand around the base of his cock and hold on to his love handles with the other. I look up at him as I start to suck his cock. Cal kisses Gabe’s neck as he watches me intently. I take the head of his cock into my mouth and slide down an inch or two past it. I bob my head up and down a few times before pausing to swirl my tongue around his slit.