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Twirled. Fucked me. My ass clenched around him.

How many men had touched me there? And not a single one had ever made it as good, had ever spent so much time. The pleasure went on and on. He should write a goddamn book. An instruction manual on that touch alone.

I couldn't see him work me from behind Matthew's body, and that turned me on even more. Desperate again, I didn't know if I'd be able to wait to come until he got inside me. When the hell was the last time that happened? With no one touching my dick?

Another press. Another swirl. How long could he keep me on the edge?

Then his fingers were gone, and I was empty, anxious for his touch again. I sucked harder on Matthew, needing him to come as much as I needed the same release.

The head of Richard's slick, sheathed cock rubbed along my ass. “Ready, Luke?”

With my mouth busy and my arms tied to the bed, I used the one way I had to let him know how much I needed him inside me. I rocked my hips, and the tip of his dick drove into me.

“God, yes.” Richard growled with the words. “Luke.” His first thrust came slow, but went deep. Persistent. Determined. He repeated the motion, and I tugged and moaned, the sound muted by Matthew inside me.

They were satisfying my ache. I felt them everywhere.

Matthew's noises grew louder. I tried to concentrate on the blowjob while Richard offered me what he had to give, but the big man knew what he was doing, and the distraction made thinking difficult at best. That was always the problem with the execution of a threesome. Too many distractions. Or perhaps just enough.

Matthew bent forward and thrust, his movements shallow. His eyes met mine, his stare intense. He didn't just watch me; he looked inside me.

Too intimate, too personal, too connected.

I wanted to turn away, but I couldn't. I saw something I liked in his gaze. Something in the way he needed me right then.

His hands gripped the headboard, and he went deeper with each shove into me. His words no longer made sense, but he didn't let up. His screams and moans grew louder than anyone I'd ever heard before. God, he loves sex. Worth the wait. His hips jerked, and he pushed farther inside my mouth as he came. When his dick finished pulsing, he rolled off me and onto his side with a whimper. I breathed deep and ignored the usual surge of loss.

Richard slammed into me harder.

I tightened my legs around him, loving the power in his movements. A fine mist of sweat covered his upper body. Several beads dripped, and I felt it when every drop struck my sensitive skin. His pelvis slapped my ass harder. A bolt of pleasure zipped through me.

“Yes! More.” I arched, and the ropes tightened.

“Luke.” He kept at it, kept moving in me, grunting with each shove.

Matthew kissed me. His body pressed close.

“I have to— ” I said. His hand covered my cock.

“Not yet, kid,” Richard said.

The hand left my dick in a flash, and Matthew's fingers traced my nipples. I lifted my arms, and the restraints caught me. The usual pinch and burn didn't plague my wrists. My hands didn't go numb. Richard knew his shit.

He snapped his hips faster as he dragged his dick in and out, over and over again. I groaned and closed my eyes, focusing on every touch stimulating me.

“Open your eyes,” Richard said.

I heard his words, but my body didn't react.

He stilled, his cock hanging half out of me.

My eyes flew open. “What the fuck? Why are you stopping?”

“Don't close your eyes. Look at me.”

“Don't stop. Need to come... ”

“Watch me.” He moved again, slow at first, then picking up speed. The muscles of his arms flexed, and his fingers dug into my hips. I wanted to run my hands over his thick muscles, bury my nose in his chest, and devour his scent. My hands twitched from their self-imposed prison.

With each thrust, my toes curled. My legs shot higher and squeezed around him. My eyes rolled, and I let them fall shut.

Everything stopped.

“Fuck.” My voice cracked. I opened my eyes wide.

“I'm trying to, Luke.” Richard's voice sounded as strained as mine, but his eyes teased. He held still for a moment more. Then he shoved into me with a long, hard plunge.

“Yes, don't stop.”

Matthew giggled. The sound was low and sexual, but it was still a giggle.

Every time my eyes closed, Richard stopped moving, stopped driving into me. As soon as I made eye contact with him, he started again. His hips slammed faster than before. The sound of our bodies coming together and the groans and hums from Matthew filled the room.

The frustration built. This wasn't a quick fuck to get off like many of my nights at the club. This was a slow buildup of need. And deep down, I liked it. I needed it.

After I held Richard's stare for a few more slaps of balls to ass, he spoke again. “Kid, stroke him.”

Matthew didn't play around. He worked my cock with his hand until pleasure flooded my shaft. I stared at Richard as I shuddered and rode out my orgasm. Only at the end of my spasms did my eyes close and my head tilt back.

Richard was too far gone to care. Between his clenched teeth, the word “Christ” slithered out like a hiss. His body rocked with pleasure until he collapsed onto my chest, my legs still in the air.

Matthew's hand sped over his own dick, and warm cum spilled over my leg. His forehead landed on my arm. Maybe he thought I was the pillow.

Richard's breathing sounded as labored as mine. “Damn. That... that was great.” He lifted up and planted a long, deep kiss on my lips.

What the fuck?

I wanted to push him away. We'd already come. I didn't need him to kiss me. But I didn't stop him. I opened

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