He lets go of my cock to tend to his own. I’m vaguely aware of him looking around with a frown. I feel more than see Tallis shake his head and August’s eyebrows lift in surprise. “Oh,” he says softly, looking back at me. I guess that was him realizing that he can go bareback, and I feel a rush of pride at seeing his happiness. Normally, I’d prefer a condom with someone I just met, even being on PrEP.
But there’s nothing normal about this situation.
August gets the mango lube once more and slathers it all over his impressive length as well as my hole. Then he lays himselfon top of me, squishing me between him and Tallis as he lines himself up with my pulsing hole and pushes his way inside. His eyes roll back in his head as I squeak and gasp, getting used to his girth as he forces his way in farther.
“So good, little treat,” he mumbles, peppering kisses over my face. “You feel so good. All for Daddy. So yummy. My little treat.”
When he bottoms out, we both take a moment to pant, getting used to being so intimately and perfectly connected. Then August leans forward and kisses Tallis as he starts rocking on top of us both, fucking me deep.
“Thank you, Master,” he groans between desperate kisses, his thrusts getting harder and faster. “I love you so much. You’re so good to me. I’m so spoiled.”
“I love you too, my Augie Pie,” Tallis tells him, his voice rough with emotion. “You look so fucking beautiful right now. You deserve everything, my birthday boy. Show me how much you like your present.”
“I love it, Master,” he wails, pounding me with my legs wrapped around his waist. Tallis grips his hair, and all three of our faces are smooshed together as my Daddy uses me for his pleasure. “I love you, little treat. You’re so perfect. You feel so amazing. Do you like Daddy fucking you?”
“I love it, Daddy,” I howl, my eyes leaking as I screw them up in my effort to hold back my orgasm. I don’t know if it’s luck or torture that August’s belly isn’t quite giving it enough friction to come with the cock ring keeping me in check. “I love Daddy’s huge cock in my sweet little hole. I want your cream, Daddy. Please—please!”
August grunts and shouts as he goes rigid. I can feel his dick throbbing inside me as he fills me with cum, and I pant my way through it, trying my best to calm down.
“Good,” Tallis murmurs, carding his fingers through his husband’s hair. “So good for me, my Augie Pie. Tell me how much you enjoyed your cake.”
August takes a couple of breaths and blinks as he looks at us both. “I loved it so much, Master,” he utters, ghosting kisses over my lips. “I definitely want seconds when you’ve had a taste. I’m going to spend my whole birthday weekend feasting on this perfect little treat you got me.”
Then he kisses me hard and rolls his hips, whimpering as his softening, sensitive cock moves inside me.
I’m absolutely exhausted and so horny I might explode.
But I’ve got a long way to go yet.
CHAPTER 5
Tallis
God,I’m good.
I had a strong feeling everything would turn out well after spending the afternoon getting Oliver ready. He’s a natural sub and has a sweet, endearing eagerness to please. But he also has a spark in him that I want to explore further.
Seeing him with my Augie Pie has been a dream so far, though. The chemistry between them has been electric from the moment they laid eyes on each other, and I feel privileged to have witnessed their first intimate moments from up close.
I knew I wanted to wait until after that initial, fervent fuck had happened, so that August could relax and really enjoy every second of the rest of our evening. Because I’m already feeling the pressure of only having Oliver with us for two days, and there are so many things I want to explore with him. I’m going to have to be careful to make the most of our time together so we don’t squander any.
“How are you feeling, little treat?” I ask as I hug him to my side. He’s sweaty and flushed and his hair is in complete disarray. But he gives me a weak and sleepy smile.
“Good, Master. Green.”
I hum and reach casually into the nightstand beside me where I stocked up on sports drinks before he arrived. He’s inexperienced and young, so I don’t expect him to entirely understand his limits yet.
But that’s half the fun, isn’t it? Once I know how far I can push him, I can push him that littlebit more and show him what he’s really capable of.
When we met at the café, I was delighted to think that even if he didn’t want to commit to being August’s present, I’d opened his eyes to possibilities he’d never dreamed of previously. That I’d left an indelible mark on him which he’d carry with him into the future.
It’s only been a couple of hours of getting to know him. However, I already want to fuckingruinhim for other men. I want to set his standards so high that he’ll be comparing every sexual encounter to us for the rest of his life.
This playdate might only be for a weekend. But I want to live rent free in his head forevermore.
“Drink,” I tell him, holding the neck of the sports bottle to his lips. He needs to replace some electrolytes if he doesn’t want to pass out and miss all the fun. “Good boy,” I murmur as he gulps it down like a little kitten being bottle fed.
“He really is,” August agrees from my other side. He slipped out to clean himself up a bit, but now he’s back with a glass of Champagne in one hand and a small plate of treats in the other. His robe is still gloriously open, and I bury my face against his neck for a moment to inhale his delicious musk.