Page 62 of Courting Danger

Close enough to hear their pants mingle with the low, needy sounds dragged from Roan’s throat, Danger shivered when his gaze met Ocean’s and the pup dared to wink at him.

“Nah,” Pope said, voice rough when he caught the move too. “They haven’t forgotten anything, including how fucking hot watching them is.”

“I’m wearing entirely too many clothes to enjoy this spectacle,” Danger growled and shoved himself to his feet.

He collected their fallen clipboards while he was up and set theirs, along with his, on the seat of Pope’s chair, in case the coffee tables wound up being used to splay one of his partners out on or to fuck them over.

“Guess we’re all getting naked then,” Pope declared.

Danger lost all interest in watching Roan ride Ocean when he caught sight of Pope’s cock, voyeuristic tendencies fleeing when he was presented with the opportunity to suck him again.As soon as he was naked, Pope sprawled on the couch, one arm thrown up over his head, placing himself in the best possible position to watch Roan’s hole clench around Ocean’s cock as he settled into his lap.

Halfway down, Roan shifted his hips as Ocean skimmed fingertips up his sides, drawing gasps instead of giggles this time as Roan widened his knees, hips rocking again, until more of Ocean’s cock disappeared inside of him.

Ocean bounced him, each more forcefully, until he yanked Roan into a kiss just to swallow his moans. The bouncing never slowed; if anything, it increased to a frantic pace, like two bunnies going at it, their breaths harsh as they ended the kiss with caresses, Ocean’s hand at the small of Roan’s back, holding him in place while Roan slowly began to grind in his lap.

“They truly enjoy one another, don’t they,” Pope groaned, petting Danger’s hair and drawing his attention back to the way he’d arranged himself, thighs parted, one leg dangling over the edge, foot on the floor, leaving enough room for Danger to crawl between them. “Ever wonder what they get up to when they climb into bed at night?”

“All the damned time,” Danger groaned. “I can’t wait until the remodel is done and we’re all in the bedroom together.”

“Think there will be a live show every night?” Pope asked as Danger crawled up onto the couch and got settled between his legs.

“Gods, I hope so.”

The scent of Pope, slightly musky and coupled with the aspen and evergreen scent of his body wash, hit at the precise moment Danger glanced over to see Roan with his head thrown back, bouncing like a bunny in Ocean’s lap again, hands braced behind him, pillowed on Ocean’s thighs, giving him the added leverage to bounce faster. Danger was practically drooling when he wrapped his lips around the head of Pope’s cock and began tosuck, Pope’s fingers snarling in his hair as Pope used it to control his movements.

Each time Danger tried to bob faster, Pope tightened his grip until pinpricks of pain that distracted from his pleasure captured Danger’s attention.

Okay, so he wanted it slower. His scalp would tingle for a while as a reminder not to speed up like that again unless Pope directed him to. Danger found a lazy rhythm that didn’t get his hair yanked, though it did give him the opportunity to match his pace to the slow, serpentine movements of Roan’s motions now that the pair had changed paces again.

“That’s it,” Pope groaned. “God’s pup, you’ve got such a talented mouth on you.”

Danger sighed at the praise and the way Pope’s fingers had gone from yanking to stroking, petting him in a slow, soothing way that matched the way Roan fucked himself on Ocean’s cock. When Roan’s rocking turned to bouncing again, Danger increased his pace too, occasionally earning another yank until he settled into the right rhythm. Back and forth, a steady build into a rapid, need-fueled frenzy, until they were right there on the edge.

“G-gonna come,” Roan growled.

“Don’t!” Ocean barked.

When Roan’s moans ended with a growl of frustration, Danger glanced over to see that Ocean gripped the base of Roan’s cock, even as he thrust up into him, starving off Roan’s orgasm even as he caught his own completion. When he reached it, going rigid beneath Roan, eyes squeezed shut, teeth clenched, trapping most of the grunts in his throat, Roan wailed, frustrated because Ocean didn’t ease his hold to let him come too.

“Mean,” Roan complained while Ocean sprawled there, blinking up at him.

“Determined,” Ocean grunted.

“So was I until you cut me off,” Roan grumbled. “You better have plans to finish me off or…”

“Or what?” Ocean growled, sitting up so fast Roan almost tumbled backward off his lap.

“I’ll have to do it for myself, which is not going to make me happy,” Roan huffed.

“Even if that’s what I want you to do?” Ocean asked, his voice raspy from all the moaning he’d done. “So I can watch you get off all over me.”

#Victory

Danger’s decision to leave the coffee table empty meant that Ocean would have the perfect place to lie while they coated him with their cum.

“Still not sure how that’s fair,” Roan grumbled as Ocean rubbed his thigh as Roan slid off him. “I’ve still gotta do it myself.”

“Do you?” Pope asked while Danger swirled his tongue around the head of Pope’s cock, collecting the dribbling precum until he’d licked Pope’s cock clean.