Page 5 of Found at Sea

I instructed Rory to get on the bed in front of me, and he did so without hesitation. I ran a hand down his spine, appreciating his soft skin and warmth. His ass was in the air, and I trailed my hand to his cheeks, squeezing the globes before giving one a smack.

He jolted, but from the moan that’d left his lips, I knew he enjoyed it.

Good.

Julian moved onto the bed and kissed down Rory’s back. I watched him, loving the sight of him pleasing the other man. Then, his blue eyes flashed to me, and he scooted closer. With one hand, he gripped my cock and began a slow pull from root to tip.

I suppressed a groan, even though the feeling was incredible.

His head inched closer, and when I felt his hot breath at my tip, I shuddered.

Then, he slipped me between his eager lips.

Heat exploded around me, and the groan I’d suppressed earlier released uncontrollably. Julian certainly knew what he was doing. As he glided my cock in and out of his mouth, he created a slight suction, as well as flicking his tongue.

Grabbing a handful of his golden hair, I fucked his mouth. When he cupped my sac with his free hand, I thrust my hips forward, seeking more of his wet heat.

A vial sat on the small wooden table beside us, and I reached for it. Moving it beneath my nose, I smelled lavender, and I dripped some of the oil onto my palm.

Julian continued sucking my cock, and I rubbed an oil coated finger across Rory’s hole. Rory shivered at the contact, and he moved his ass back toward me. Giving him what he silently asked for, I used the same finger to rub his hole again before slowly dipping it inside.

“Mmm,” Rory moaned, pressing back on my hand.

I slipped my finger in knuckle deep before working him with another, opening him up for me. As if sensing I was close to orgasm, Julian stopped sucking me and instead fondled my sac.

My pulse raced as I moved my fingers in and out of Rory. I wanted to fuck him with my cock just as I was doing with my hand.

Once he was ready, I dripped some more of the fragrant oil on my hardened length before placing myself at his entrance. I slowly breached his hole, going easy to lessen the sting. As I slid into him, I groaned, as did he.

Julian kissed Rory, and I watched their tongues entwine. Sensual, yet, tender. I thrust a bit harder into Rory, causing him to break their kiss with a gasp. He gripped the blanket and hung his head, becoming lost in the rhythm I created with our joined bodies.

Julian came back over and kissed my jaw and down my neck.

I gripped Julian around the waist and pulled him to me before taking hold of his leaking cock. Inches from my face, he leaned forward and attempted to kiss me on the lips, but I turned my head to the side.

I didn’t kiss anyone. Ever.

Fortunately, it didn’t upset him, and he instead found a sensitive spot at the base of my throat to suck on.

It was in that moment—as I was fucking the man on his knees in front of me while another kissed my neck—that I looked up into the sweetest face I’d ever seen. He was young with dark auburn hair and the palest skin. He stood in the doorway, clearly having chosen the wrong room by mistake.

His green eyes widened as I met his stare, and yet, he didn’t look away.

I continued driving my hips into Rory, feeling my orgasm creep closer and closer. Something about the redhead watching me enhanced my pleasure tenfold.

“Gods,” I said on a moan. The warmth of the hole I filled, as well as the soft cushion surrounding my aching cock had me panting.

“Harder,” Rory begged, fisting the blanket.

I fucked him harder. Deeper. My strokes on Julian’s dick increased as well; his leaking tip making the glide easier.

The auburn haired man in the doorway gaped, and his chest rose and fell faster.

I smirked, seeing the desire in his green eyes. With the desire was a curious gleam too. One that told me he’d never done such a thing as this, but he wanted to.

I lifted a hand and crooked a finger at him.