“He has two fingers — moving over my prostate,” I confided, millimeters from Avery’s lips. “Lightly, slowly –”
I broke off, clinging to my husband’s torso like it was a life preserver and exercising enormous willpower to stop myself from pulling out and ramming his hole. But the fingertips didn’t stop tormenting me — delicate touches that sent the most exquisite pulses of desire up my trapped cock and down into my full balls.
“Oh Avery,” I moaned, a deliriously confusing blend of agonized and addicted. He was staring up at me, panting, his pupils blown. “It’s — I can’t –” I shuddered, very nearly driven to break my position.
“Stay still, Julian,” Graham warned with obvious relish.
I turned my head toward him and gasped out his name, and he responded by kissing me long and deep. No matter how many times I’d been on the other end, I was woefully unprepared for how thrilling it was to let someone pin and impale me, torment and indulge me, all at the same time. I kissed him like nothing else in the universe existed except the intricate symphony he was orchestrating in my body and mind. And he consumed every note.
“Damn, you’re hot like this,” he told me when he finally reclaimed his mouth. “So wild; so responsive. We really might have to do this more often.”
Avery was about as wild as I was. “Graham, I need to come!” he begged, and the captain’s hand found his cock again, earning a relieved groan.
“Soon, baby,” Graham replied, continuing to leisurely prod my weak spot. “I’m going to fuck Julian while he’s fucking you. After I come, you can come.” He directed his attention to me. “You’re responsible for withholding your orgasm. Starting now, you’re allowed to move. If you have to pull out, I expect you to do it immediately. But try to control yourself. I want Avery to feel you while he’s coming.”
Shit. Seriously? Not only did I have to hold back while literally thrusting into someone’s ass, but I would be receiving intercourse at the same time? I was fairly certain that was beyond anything I’d put Avery through, and that was saying a lot.
Graham noticed my hesitation. He leaned close beside my head, his voice magnetic while his fingers made the yearning stronger every moment.
“You can handle it, can’t you, Major? I know you have the stamina of a stud horse. Let your husband see what it’s like when you’re really suffering for once. You’re not as sensitive as he is. It takes more to overload you.”
I supposed he was right, and I supposed it wouldn’t kill me to suffer a little. But damn, it got intense as soon as his sizeable shaft started forcing my sphincter open. Now that I could experience anal penetration without having to fight flashbacks of pain and terror, taking a man that way — particularly Graham — electrified my system. But I wasn’t allowed to discharge, so all that electricity had nowhere to go. It just kept looping at lightning speed: anus to prostate, balls to sheathed cock, brain and back again. Lighting up each pleasure center without any hope of climax. Which was as frustrating as it was incredibly erotic.
Graham let Avery use his own hand on his erection, and between me in his ass and Graham in mine, he seemed as lit-up as I was. He rotated among moaning in excitement, urging me faster, and begging for the captain to hurry up and release.
For my part, I was a bit beyond my senses, but I was probably begging too — mainly for Avery to stop clenching around me, so I would at least have a prayer of enduring the double stimulation for however long it took. I think he was trying to be mindful of my predicament, but he was too worked up to focus on much besides his own gratification.
“God, Julian,” he groaned. “I can’t believe he’s inside you, and you’re inside me, and he’s still gonna deny you for another whole day –” He broke off with a tormented grunting sound, tearing his hand from his own shaft and squeezing the base instead. “Graham, come on, I’m gonna die!”
“Yeah?” The captain’s voice was punctuated by strong, rhythmic thrusts into my back channel. “You like watching me use your husband’s ass? Making him edge himself inside your sweet young body?”
Avery swore something barely comprehensible, and I wasn’t in much better shape myself. Amidst rivers of need flowing over me like lava, I was clinging to a tiny island of control by sheer force of will, drawing strength from the molten desire in my partner’s rich brown irises. He wanted this so badly: me on Graham’s leash, denying my own satisfaction by his command. And I was, above all, a slave to Avery’s passions.
I reached between us and pushed his hand away from his cock, which at first drew an anguished cry, but once I started stroking him, the verbal response was eager. No matter how frantic he was, he almost always preferred for me to bring him off. I gave him my suffering along with my hand between his legs.
“I’m so close, babe,” I confessed, my vocal cords tightly strained. “So close, and it’s excruciating knowing he’s not going to let me come when I’ve been desperate for so long –”
Evidently that was all Avery could take, despite that it wasn’t his turn yet, because his muscles went taut beneath me and I felt the contractions start.
“Julian, oh my fucking god!” he cried, his spine arching and his hands vice-gripping my forearms. “You’re so fucking hot, I can’t stand it!” I stopped thrusting but kept working his rod until he’d painted semen all over his chest.
Meanwhile, Graham took that opportunity to ram me a few more times and then release with his own series of deep grunts, spasming against my inner walls in a uniquely wonderful, agonizing way.
It was unbearable not to take my turn and release too. I dropped my head to Avery’s shoulder, breathing hard and reminding myself that it wouldn’t feel so impossible once I could get away from the stimulation. But I knew I had to wait until Graham gave me permission.
He didn’t seem inclined to let me off easy. Even after his climax ended, he didn’t pull out. He smoothed his palm in slow strokes down my back, lifting and starting again at my shoulders.
“You’re still right there, aren’t you, Julian,” he murmured, his tone scorching like the lava. “Right on the brink of a shattering explosion. Craving it worse than anything.”
“Yes,” I admitted into the crook of Avery’s neck, practically trembling with the effort of leaving my cock throbbing and motionless inside his ass.
“I’m very proud of you,” Graham told me, silky low. His hand curved around my thigh. “Pull out, but don’t go anywhere.”
I did as he said, shifting my hips back just enough to expose my painfully rigid member. His hand closed around me, and I bit back a groan of miserable ecstasy.
His fist slid loosely along my still-lubed shaft, even that light touch way too much when I was this sensitive, forcing me to actively resist the epic bliss waiting just below the surface.
“Graham…” I couldn’t help moaning, but I didn’t move, and he didn’t stop.
“You belong to me right now,” he said in the same suave, inexorable tone. “Every part of you that’s throbbing and straining and sore: all mine.” He emphasized with a brief thrust of his not-yet-soft rod, still embedded in my private back channel.