Page 72 of Fourplay & Fatalities

Felix made a broken sound as Asa licked and sucked at the base of his cock, then pushed three fingers past his rim, punching them in and out, twisting every time he pulled free. Felix started thrusting his hips blindly, like he was trying to get more stimulation. Asa took pity on him, guiding Felix’s leaking tip into his mouth, the bitter taste of pre-cum coating his tongue.

Felix started fucking past his lips in hesitant little thrusts, either because he was distracted or worried he might choke Asa. He slapped Felix’s ass with his free hand, deliberately abusing his prostate just to hear the startled moan that erupted. The taste of Felix flooded his tongue once more. Asa groaned in approval, letting him push back on his fingers, then into the wet heat of his throat.

He felt more than saw Zane moving in his periphery, the mattress shifting as he moved. He jumped as Zane’s warm sticky hand wrapped around him, the pleasure rolling over him pulling a low groan from him as he fucked into his tightened fist.

Zane was suddenly in his space, the heat of his body searing into Asa’s side. He watched him plant a kiss on Felix’s thigh before he was licking over Asa’s nipple.

“Don’t move,” he taunted in a low, husky voice. “Just lie there and let me play with you.”

Asa pulled off Felix’s cock to say, “You’ll pay for that, you little brat.”

His threat lost some heat as Zane threw a leg over his hips and guided his cock to rest against his rim.

They both moaned as Zane sank down on him, engulfing him in the most perfect heat. Despite Asa’s teasing, Zane was tight around him, squeezing him in the best possible way. His hands fell to Asa’s muscular thighs, bracing himself so he could bounce himself on his length. He couldn’t see him, but he knew Zane’s back was arched, mouth open, eyes rolled back, legs trembling with effort as he fucked himself.

“Tonight, I get to use you like a sex toy,” he panted, setting a brutal pace that scrambled Asa’s already sex-addled brain from the jump.

Electricity zipped along his spine, the pull of his impending release getting harder and harder to fight. He let Felix fuck into his fist, keeping his fingers where they were, now letting the both of them use him. If he didn’t do something, he was going to embarrass himself by coming way too quickly.

Felix was making these fucked out little noises every time Asa flexed his fingers inside him, his body clenching around his digits painfully. It was all too much. The scent of sex on Felix’s skin, the scent of his body lotion, Zane’s uh-uh-uh’s as he bounced on his cock, Avi’s panting, the delicious sparks that shot through his blood every time Zane’s ass met his hips.

Felix finally pulled off Avi’s cock, gasping, “I need someone’s dick inside me, right now.”

“Come here, kitten,” Avi crooned. “Come ride me.”

“Why should I ride you?” Felix asked haughtily.

“So I can look at your beautiful body while I fuck you stupid?”

Felix’s breath caught but recovered quickly. “That’s the only acceptable answer.”

He pulled off Asa’s fingers to clamber into Avi’s lap.

The moment Asa was free, he sat up, wrapping his arms around his husband’s waist, holding him in place so he could pound up into him. “What was that, Lois?”

“What was what?” he mumbled, then bit his lip, eyes rolling upwards, clearly content with Asa doing all the work.

“You said I was your sex toy,” Asa recalled, arching a brow at him, making his expression as stern as possible. “You said I should just lie there and take it.”

Zane pouted. “I don’t remember saying anything of the kind.”

“Be a good boy. Apologize, Lois.”

Zane opened his mouth to comply, only to have the words ripped from him with every hard thrust into his body. “I-I⁠—”

Asa grabbed his ass, spreading him open so he could snap his hips, driving his cock as deep into his heat as he could get. “What, Lois? What was that?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Asa,” Zane begged. “I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please…please…please…just make me come.”

Asa tsked. “So selfish, Lois. You wanna come? You can touch yourself,” Asa taunted.

It was all bravado. Asa had maybe another five minutes if he was lucky. He stood with Zane in his arms, without pulling free of him, then turned and dropped him on the end of the bed. Asa planted one foot on the bed and the other on the floor, forcing Zane’s ankles over his shoulders so he could bend him in half.

Zane whined, as much from the stretch as from how deeply Asa pistoned into him, chasing his own release. With their new proximity, Zane could barely wrap a hand around himself, much less move. He was forced to let Asa’s thrusts drive himself into his tightened fist. He whimpered every time Asa bottomed out.

“Better hurry, Lois,” he taunted. “If I come first, you won’t get to come at all.”

He sank his teeth into the bite mark on his husband’s shoulder. Zane made a sharp sound and then Asa felt him spasming around his cock, his cum making a sticky mess of them both as Zane shuddered his way through his orgasm.