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My words are loud and rough as Lars mimics the action. Tongue flat against the underside of my cock, then making wet, lazy circles around the head. The two of them repeat the action and hell, I might die right here.

“You two aren’t playing fair. I would almost think you were colluding against me.”

Neomi hums. “I haven’t seen you come in days, Gabriel. Maybe I’m greedy, but I want to see you lose control.”

Lars’ head begins to bob, sucking harder as I hit the back of his throat. I thread the fingers of my free hand into his hair. First,it’s just for contact, wanting a tether to him, but then as he continues to suck, his spit dripping down my cock, I grip his hair and begin to guide him. I increase the speed of his motions, savoring the occasional muffled gag.

“Look at you, Lars. Such a good fucking boy, taking my cock in your throat. Are you going to make me come?”

He nods and hums a response. The sound that vibrates from his mouth is almost enough to send me over the edge.

“Neomi, on your knees. Don’t touch us, please.”

Neomi sinks to the floor, inches from Lars. I can feel my balls tighten and the energy coiling low. I pull Lars’ hair to tug him off and stand from the chair. I lean down, placing a soft kiss on his pink, swollen lips then I rise to my full height.

“Spit on it, Lars, get it wet for me.”

He does and I use his spit to coat my dick and begin frantic tugs. The need to come is a desperate flame in my veins.

“Open for me, Lars. I want to come on that pretty tongue.”

He licks his lips before his mouth opens. His eyes look up at me with a wanton gaze, and it only takes two more strokes until I’m coming. Every muscle in my body tenses as hot, white ropes of cum pool on his tongue.

“Fuck, yes,” I grit out. “Don’t you dare fucking swallow it.”

My hips jerk forward through the last two waves of my orgasm, and I place a gentle hand at Neomi’s jaw, guiding her to him.

“Be a good boy, Lars, and share.”

I watch as he cups her cheek and tilts her head before their lips meet. An intense rush of possession courses through me when I see his tongue pass the threshold of her lips and he feeds her my cum. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, so raw, somine.

Neomi moans as they share my release and my cock is already thickening again.

“Bedroom. Now.”

“Neomi,I want you to sit in this chair.”

Gabriel drags one of the upholstered from the corner and places it at the end of the bed. I drop onto the cushion and wait.

I’ve never been with a dominant man like Gabriel or Lars. While we don’t use things like rope or paddles, it’s in their quiet power. Not knowing what could come next builds the anticipation. I don’t have to think, I just do what I’m told and there’s something so damn freeing in that. I can fully shut off my brain and simply take part, knowing the only goal is pleasure.

Lars stands by the bed, cock thick and hard between his legs. My eyes float along the hard lines of muscle. His broad shoulders, his thick thighs, the dark trail of hair that leads from his navel to his cock. He’s so beautiful I could cry and he’s mine.

Gabriel walks to him and takes his hand, leading him to stand directly in front of me. His hands cup Lars’ cheeks and his eyes scan his face. He’s studying him like it’s the first time, like he wants to remember every feature. It’s intensely intimate. He leaves scattered kisses along his jaw, each one causing Lars’ head to tilt a little further to give him access.

Gabriel’s lips stay on Lars’ neck, as he nips and licks along the smooth column of skin. Then his hands travel down. First over the mounds of his pecs, gently pinching his nipples. Lars sucks in a sharp breath, and when his cock twitches, my core pulses. My hips rock in the chair as Gabriel's big, powerful hands slide down to his waist, gripping the skin there and pulling him flush to his body. When their cocks rock against each other, I moan, needing relief.

“I hear you, Siren. You’re allowed to touch yourself if you feel the need.”

Thank fuck.

I part my legs, and two fingers land quickly on my clit, starting slow circles. My breaths quicken as I dip a finger inside, gathering my arousal to slide back up to my clit.

A deep, vibrating groan comes from Gabriel and his eyes flare, looking down to where their cocks slide against each other. Then, he reaches down, adjusts his hips and wraps his hand around both of their cocks. Lars lets out a primal sound, needy and desperate.

Gabriel strokes up and down, and my fingers move faster against my clit. When I see pre-cum drip from the head of Lars’ cock, I slide two fingers inside, fucking myself. The sound of my arousal and Lars’ moans fill the room and it only fans the flames coursing under my skin.

“Goddamn, Lars, your cock is weeping for me. Does my good boy need my mouth?”