You doing Threesomes? 3/4
Chapter 3
Nick woke to a mouth on his cock. And on his right nipple?
Blinking his eyes open he tried to figure out what was going on. He must have made some kind of sound because the man sucking and nibbling on his nipple stopped and turned his head to look him in the eye.
The mouth on Nick's cock didn't stop, though. Wet and hot it went up and down his length, tongue tracing the underside, swirling around the head and dipping in the slit. It made it hard to think.
"Waky, waky." The first man said and Nick felt just a hint of stubble brushing his skin. "Ready for round two?"
Oh, right. Sam and Dean, threesome, whole night, whole menu. Nick must have dozen off for real after round one.
"Sam already caught my interest." Nick cleared his throat and tried to prop himself up to see what Sam was doing down there but Dean hold him back with a kiss. Nick parted his lips and invited Dean in and exploring and claiming Dean followed the invitation. He sucked at Nick's tongue, sucked the moans right out of his throat.
A large hand landed on his hip holding him firmly in place when Nick started to buck into Sam's mouth. Nick gasped and could only lay there and take what the two men dished out.
After a few breathless seconds Dean broke the kiss and smiled down at him.
"That caught your interest?"
Nick just nodded.
"Good." With that Dean scooted back down to Nick's chest, leaving a trail of kisses behind until his lips wrapped around the nipple again. He rolled the other one between his fingers and farther down Sam set a faster pace, working Nick's cock in earnest now. Nick threw his head back and fisted the sheets.
"Not gonna last." He gritted out while Sam took him deep in his mouth.
"That's the point." Dean mumbled around the nipple and added a little more pressure with his teeth. Nick arched into the feeling. "Gonna make you come. Gonna use you good. All fucked out." Every word was a kiss on Nick's chest while Dean was still rolling the other nipple between his fingers.
Sam slipped a finger between Nick's cheeks and patted his hole and that was it.
Nick arched off the mattress and came with a shout.
"That's it. You did good, Nick." Dean praised him and Nick fell back into the pillow while Sam jacked him through the spasms of his orgasm.
"He's so pretty when he comes." Sam said with his voice still rough from the blowjob. Nick didn't have the energy to open his eyes but the smile behind the words was clear.
"Just like you." Dean countered and gave Nick's chest one last pat. Nick wouldn't mind going back to sleep blissed out like he was but he doubted they were done with him just yet.
"Dean, hold his legs for a second." Sam didn't waste time.
They lifted his legs up and Sam placed something under Nick's hips, a pillow or something, leaving him open and vulnerable. At this point Nick was too exhausted to actually care how exposed he was and only sucked in a shuttered breath when lube-cold fingers touched his hole. Sam didn't bother with one or two fingers and shoved what felt like three or maybe four right in. Still pretty loose from their former activities Nick took them with barely any discomfort and after a few slow thrusts with Sam's fingertips brushing over his prostate, he only felt pleasure. Borderline to overstimulation his whole body shuddered. Nick whimpered and writhed on the fingers in his ass.
"Shh, it's good. You're doing good." Dean stroke his chest, calming him. "Sammy, I think he's ready."
With that the fingers disappeared, leaving him open and empty and Nick wasn't sure if the sigh escaping his lips was relief or frustration about the loss. Before his sluggish mind could figure it out Nick was bent in half. Sam planted his hands next to Nick's shoulders, pressing Nick's legs down with the strong muscles of his arms.
"Take a breath." Sam ordered, his face hovering only inches above Nick's, pupils blown wide with lust. Without any farther warnings Sam drove in, seated to the hilt in one quick thrust that caught Nick's breath, and immediately set a brutal pace.
"That's it, Sammy. Fuck him hard." Dean cheered him on and Nick had to grab the headboard to brace himself. Otherwise he would be in real danger of slamming his head with every thrust Sam made.
Sam hold the pace for a moment, grunting and panting in Nick's ear and placing hard kisses on his neck. Then Sam bit down. More out of surprise than pain Nick cried out and Sam froze.
"Did I hurt you?" His expression was caught somewhere between lust and worry. Nick would have laughed at that if it hadn't been for the thick cock deep in his ass and Sam twisting him like a pretzel.
"No …" He panted out. "Just surprised me … it's okay."
"You sure it's okay?" That was Dean, kneeling next to them he eyed the situation skeptical.
"Yeah." Nick swallowed thickly and wiggled his ass as far as he could in his position. "Would you move already?"
Sam laughed and kissed him on the mouth. Then he put a gentle bite in the curve of Nick's neck and without a warning started the brutal pace again.
The bites probably wouldn't even leave bruises and the small sparks of pain actually helped detracting Nick from the slowly increasing feeling of overstimulation in his lower parts. It was a sweet mixture of pleasure, a hint of pain and just this side of too much. Nick loved it and didn't care that he moaned like a cheap porn star.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Dean still right next to them, still watching. One hand on Sam's lower back and with the other one slowly stroking his own erection. For a second Nick's lust fogged mind cleared enough to realize that it was most likely him who would have to take care of that later. But then he closed his eyes and surrendered to the feeling of Sam's lips and teeth on his neck and their hips smashing together.
The grunts from Sam's throat became more guttural and he lost his rhythm, his hips just frantically snapping forward now. He was close. Nick clenched the muscles in his ass and gave Sam just that little extra to push him over the edge.
Sam cried out his release, spasming in and over Nick. Then he went still and lay heavily on Nick, his breath brushing Nick's ear.
"Hey, man." Dean cut through Sam's post-orgasmic doziness. "Don't crush him."
Reluctantly Sam rolled off of Nick who stretched his legs with a sigh. They lay side by side, fucked out and sleepy, and Nick felt his eyes drop and didn't fight it.
"Hey, no sleeping." Dean patted his shoulder. "You still have a job to do."
Nick rolled to his side and excepted the glass of water Dean brought him. While Nick drank the water in small sips Sam grabbed Dean and their lips met in a tender kiss. Stretched out, Sam half lying on Dean with their legs tangled up, they kissed. Deep and sweet like they were alone, just them in their own little world.
Nick swallowed against the lump in his throat, somehow this was more intimate than the sex.
When they finally broke apart they looked each other in the eye with love and affection clearly written on their faces.
"You know what?" Dean's voice was husky.
"Hmm?" Sam answered and kissed the corner of his mouth.
"I really wanna try that mouth now." He smirked, planted a last quick kiss on Sam's lips and motioned Nick to scoot over to him.
Dean directed him in position until they were both lying on their sides with Nick farther down the bed. Nick doubted his arms or legs had enough energy left to support his weight so he was quite happy with this position which left him with a clear view on Dean's full erection, head dark red and leaking precome.
Behind him the mattress dipped.
"Here." Sam gave him a new condom. "Go slow." With that he spooned behind him, on eye-level with Dean, and above Nick's head they started again with the kissing.
Trapped between the two men, their arms crossing over him while they stroked and kneaded each other's backs from neck to the firm globes of their buttocks.
This wasn't about getting off as quickly as possible so Nick took his time. Long strokes with the flat of his tongue, lips barely closing over the tip and little licks around the crown while he rolled the balls gently in the other hand. The angle wasn't perfect but judging by the needy little noises Sam sucked right out of Dean's mouth Nick didn't do too bad.
In fact, those noises and that they completely ignored Nick, attention focused on each other, made Nick's cock twitch. By the time Dean couldn't hold back the swallow thrusts of his hips anymore and "please" and "Sammy" constantly falling from his lips, Nick was half-hard again.
With an encouraging nudge of his hips against Nick's shoulder blades Sam urged Nick to bring Dean over the edge. It only took a few pumps with his fist at the base and one hard sucking at the head and Dean was done for. He thrust in Nick's mouth, riding out his orgasm while Nick sucked him through it.
"You were right." Dean said still fighting to catch his breath. "That's one hell of a mouth."
"Told you." Sam patted Nick on the head and then simultaneously they grabbed him under the shoulders and dragged him up to lie between them.
"He liked it, too." Dean's eye fell on Nick's still half-hard cock. No way to hide that lying naked on his back right between them but Nick was too tired to care. He only hoped they were done for the night. C'mon, they all had come twice already and both times had been amazing for Nick. He didn't get hard that often while he was with a customer let alone come. But with this two men …
"Hmm, I wonder." Fingertips tip-tapped their way over Nick's chest and stomach and down the inside of his thigh.
"What do you wonder?" Dean asked and Nick felt fingertips on his other side mirroring Sam's movement until both hands were resting on his inner thighs, thumbs painting circles on the soft skin where his legs met the hip. They didn't touch his cock but Nick could feel the blood rushing down to his groin. He swallowed thickly and waited what the men would do next.
"I wonder if he looks pretty every time he comes." Sam answered and his fingertips ghosted over Nick's balls and left a feather-light trail up to the tip of his cock.
"Only one way to find out." Dean closed his hand around Nick's now full erection and with a groan Nick closed his eyes. Dean's hand just being there, without even moving, was nearly too much. He was sore and it felt like his nerves were on fire.
The coolness of the lube Sam generously drizzled all over his cock only brought relief for a second but then Dean started to squeeze and stroke and he twisted his hand just so when he reached the head. With a muffled scream Nick threw his head back.
"I can't." He gritted out, overwhelmed by the sensation of too much. "Can't."
"You can." Sam whispered in his ear. "Or do you want us to stop? We can stop. What do you want? Tell me. Shall we stop?"
"Don't stop." The words were out of his mouth before Nick even knew what he wanted to say.
"Don't stop." He repeated. "Please. Don't st..." He couldn't form words anymore.
"Thought so." Sam whispered and stroke Nick's throat. While Sam caressed him sweet and gently Dean worked his cock roughly, jacking him with no mercy, tugging hard at his balls. Little bites of pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure and within minutes Nick cried out his third orgasm.
"You did good." Sam kissed away the tears and stole little sobs from Nick's lips.
"You were right." Dean finally let go of his cock and Nick bit back a whimper of relief. "He looks pretty every time he comes."
Breathless and wrung out Nick just lay there and the two men settled in next to him, strong hands resting on his chest.
"You were awesome." Dean whispered but Nick was already half asleep. "Sleep now."
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