Page 94 of B is for Beg

We break our chain slowly and gently and, hand in hand, walk to the bed.

“Lie down on your side, princess,” I command. “I’m going to take my time eating your arse, so I want you to be comfortable.”

Grinning, Blake does as I’ve asked. Like a true model, he follows my instructions perfectly, and fuck, does he look sublime—naked, sweaty, with my cum trickling out of his arse and Gabe’s rope marks patterning his skin. I lie down with my head at his arse. In order to fit on the bed, we end up forming two sides of a triangle. Gabe joins us, his head at my arse, forming the third side of the triangle.

“I could probably suck your cock if you move a little closer, Daddy,” Blake says in a hopeful tone.

Gabe groans. “I’d like that, baby boy.”

We all move a little, draping legs and arms over one another so we’re as close as possible. The heat from our bodies combines, and I’m convinced I’m covered in their sweat as well as my own.

“Everyone comfy?” I ask.

“Yes, Sir,” Blake says.

“Just about,” Gabe says.

“Then let’s feast.”

I part Blake’s arse cheeks and lap up the cum that’s trickling out of him. He groans, and his muscles flex against my lips. I chuckle and then thrust my tongue inside him, greedily lapping at him and my salty cum.

“Oh, fuck,” Gabe says. “That’s…” He groans deeply.

Blake must have his mouth on Gabe’s cock.

I pause long enough to speak. “Nice?”

“Oh, yes,” Gabe pants.

“I’m glad our boy is pleasing you, but don’t forget to eat my arse.”

“Bossy,” Gabe chides, and then his tongue laps over my entrance.

My eyes roll back as his hot tongue probes inside me, and I momentarily forget to eat Blake. Then I regain my senses and thrust my tongue inside him again. My nerves go haywire. Gabe’s tongue is doing amazing things to my arse. Blake feels wonderful around my tongue. Our limbs are all tangled together, hot and heavy and sweaty. We all manage to make deeply appreciative noises as we devour each other. If I wasn’t so spent from our fucking, I’d easily come like this. Blake. Fuck. I can only imagine how desperate he is for release right now. He can wait a little longer, at least until I’ve got every last trace of my cum out of his arse.

After a while, I pull my head back and simply enjoy the sight of Blake’s arse, which is glistening wet from my saliva. He’s sucking Gabe’s cock hungrily, and Gabe is still doing delightful things to my arse with his tongue.

“Do you think we should let our boy come?”

Gabe lifts his head and stares at me. He looks gorgeous with his lips and beard damp from licking my arse. There are traces of cum in his beard, which is fucking sexy. We both look to Blake, who hasn’t stopped his task of pleasuring Gabe. His hands are stroking Gabe’s thighs, and he’s making noises that suggest he’s having a great time.

Gabe groans, and his eyelids flutter. “We could. Or we could let him keep doing that.”

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Yes. I’m going to need to come again.” He bites out a moan. “That’s so good, baby boy. You’re making Daddy feel so good.”

Blake grins around Gabe’s cock but doesn’t stop.

I slip my hand between his legs and stroke his rigid cock. “Come for us, princess.”

His body shudders, and his cock jerks in my hand. Hot coils of cum coat my hand, and he pants and groans, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks Gabe’s dick desperately while his orgasm runs its course.

Blake’s barely finished when Gabe whispers, “I’m going to come.”

Blake doesn’t move his mouth from Gabe’s dick. Gabe’s low moan reverberates through my body, and I can hear the click of Blake’s throat as he swallows. When my fellow Dom is spent, Blake rests his forehead against Gabe, panting and sucking in air as though he’s trying hard not to cry. Gabe and I disentangle ourselves and pull him into our arms. Our boy tends to get hit hard by the hormone drop after an intense orgasm, but we’re always there to take care of him for as long as he needs. I manage to get the quilt over us all, and we cuddle up together as Blake cries.

“I’m sorry,” Blake sniffs.