Dalton chuckled, but his ass tingled in a wonderful way at the thought of Cole inside him. He leaned in and kissed Cole again, ignoring the proposition. “So, do you want to make out? Or would it be better to wait?”
“No below the waist stuff, huh.”
“No below the waist stuff.”
“But everything above the waist is okay?”
Dalton eyed him carefully. “Well, maybe.”
Cole curled down, scooting lower on the bed and then kissed Dalton’s nipple. Instantly sparks flew to his crotch like his nip was wired to his cock causing it to lurch in Dalton’s briefs. Cole didn’t release the now hard nub of flesh either, but instead bit down on it lightly and then flicked his tongue over it. Dalton felt a familiar sensation tighten the muscles in his groin.
“Ah, shit. No.”
He tugged at Cole’s head as the muscular brute chuckled. A few seconds later, Cole relented and moved so they were again eye-to-eye. “How was that for cuddling?”
“Apparently I’m not safe with you at all. I don’t think we can do more than kiss. You almost made me come.”
“Sensitive nips, good to know.”
Cole stopped any further discussion as his lips sealed against Dalton’s. The two lost themselves, as they tasted each other, discovering each other’s erogenous zones. Time passed and Dalton realized they’d exhausted their morning. Dalton took Cole’s lip between his teeth and tugged on it gently. “We have to clean up or we’ll be late for class.”
“I don’t suppose we could call a sick day?”
“Nope. Go shower.”
“Not together?”
“Oh, hell no.” Dalton flipped the blanket back and revealed both their hard cocks and the huge wet spots they had created in their underwear. “Neither of us could behave in the shower.”
Cole kissed Dalton again, then crawled across him to get out of bed, making certain their cocks ground together when he did. A moan escaped from Dalton, and he slapped Cole on the ass.
Cole smirked at him and walked to the bathroom. He paused at the door and grinned at Dalton. “You know I’m going to jerk off in the shower, right?”
Dalton smiled and his cock twitched in his underwear. “Shut up and toss me the box of tissues.”
Cole wrapped his arms around Tara’s slender waist and pulled her against him as he kissed up her neck. He blew softly across her ear as his hands slid up her body and cupped her breasts. She sighed and relaxed in his arms. Cole had kept his promise and let Dalton come to his decision without pressure. But the result had left Cole even more randy than normal. He’d beat off this morning in the shower, but when Tara had gotten home, making out with her was all he could think of.
Cole ground his hard cock against her shapely butt as he lifted her hair so he could tease at her ears. The soft sigh coming from Tara caused a needful shudder to travel through Cole. He turned her so they faced each other and pressed his lips against hers. They kissed, urgently, hungry for each other. After a few moments, Tara’s lips parted and Cole drove his tongue inside. His hands held her heart-shaped face as they explored each other’s mouths as if they’d never done this before.
Cole pulled back and smiled. He ran a hand under Tara’s top, twisted the fastener on her bra and released her breasts. Tara smiled and pulled off her top and bra, tossing them to the ground. He ran his hands over her smooth back, enjoying the silky texture of her skin. Then he slipped his hands around and fondled her breasts. He rubbed the rough skin of his thumbs over her hardening nipples until her eyes were closed and she whimpered softly with each stroke. They enjoyed the intimacy for several delicious minutes before Cole slipped his hands downward, cupping Tara’s ass and then lifting her.
She wrapped her legs around Cole and leaned in to kiss him. “What did you have in mind next?”
Cole leered at her. “I was thinking I’d eat your pussy until you were screaming and then fuck you until neither of us can move.”
Tara’s chiming laughter filled the space. “It’s a good thing for you that I think dirty talk is hot. At least right now it’s hot.”
Cole squeezed her ass in his hand and walked toward the chair. “That’s ‘cause you’re all hot and bothered.” He kneeled in front of the chair, depositing Tara’s half naked body across the soft cushions. He unbuttoned her pants and worked to pull them lower. After a moment, Tara began to help and soon the pants were tossed across the room.
He leaned in and kissed up the inside of one thigh until Tara was trembling under his touch. He moved to the other leg and repeated his action. This time as he reached the glistening folds between her legs, he didn’t stop. Cole loved that Tara kept herself shaved, and pressed his face between her legs. His tongue lapped up and down her folds, adding to her already wet condition as he pleasured her.
He reached the hard nub just under her mons and started licking and chewing on her clit like it was his last meal. Tara arched her back and grabbed Cole’s head, shivering as he worked. Then Tara almost screamed, pushing his head hard between her legs as her body shuddered.
Cole rammed his tongue deep inside her wet gash, driving his hardened tongue into her again and again as her orgasm rolled over Tara. His hands flew over her body, rolling her nipples between his fingers as his tongue flicked over her clit again and again. Tara let out a final shrill moan, and collapsed under him.
“Stop, stop, stop. My whole body is vibrating.”
He grinned at her and ran his arm across his wet face. The faint tang of Tara tingled on his lips as the scent of her sex drifted through his nose. He was hard as steel and close to exploding. He grabbed a condom from the stash they had in the small table beside them and had it unrolled over his deep red cock in a few moments.
Positioning his sheathed cock against her wet pussy, he ran it up and down her wet folds and then began working his way inside. The tightened muscles gradually relaxed from her recent climax as Cole worked his way deeper inside her. When he reached bottom, he held himself still, caressing her body.
“How’s that?”
“Oh, yeah. You’re hitting all the best spots.”
“Babe, I’m really close…”
Tara wrapped her legs around him and held him tight. “What’re you waiting for?”
Cole grinned and started pumping, reaching the point of no return in seconds. The tingle in his crotch grew to a roaring fire and he plunged over the edge. He pinned Tara to the chair as the first volley shot into the condom. His body shook and he moaned as waves of ecstasy rolled over him again and again. His mind was fogged with release as his cock throbbed inside Tara. After a few moments, the last wave slid past him and he collapsed on top of her.
She caressed his hot skin as the two of them relaxed, enjoying the quiet moment of connection while they both recovered. Cole’s breathing slowed and he lifted himself and kissed Tara.
“That was amazing,” Cole whispered.
Tara smiled and ran her fingers across his face. “Yeah, it was.”
Cole pulled out slowly and then smiled to realize Dalton could have walked in at any moment, and he didn’t really care. “I guess we should clean up.”
“Sounds like a good plan.”
Cole’s muscles complained as he stood and straightened himself. He grinned at Tara. “He has to make up his mind soon before we tear each other apart.”
Tara chuckled. “Well at least we know we want him to say yes.”
Cole chuckled and without another word headed for the bathroom to clean up.
* * * *
Cole was about to burst as another pair of days passed without a decision from Dalton. Tonight had been particularly tense for Cole. Dalton had been quiet all evening, not withdrawn, just quiet. He’d helped with dinner and dished up everyone a bowl of Rocky Road ice cream, Tara’s favorite. Cole thought Dalton had made up his mind, but not knowing what that decision was frustrated Cole. Dalton was the last one to finish his ice cream and had cleared the table.
Walking into the living room, he looked from Tara to Cole. “I’ve decided.”
Cole swallowed hard as his gut knotted and glanced at Tara, who smiled. He took a deep breath and asked, “What’d you decide?”
A brilliant smile covered Dalton’s face as he walked over to Cole, sat on his lap, wrapped his arms around him and pulled them tight together. Dalton gave him an innocent look. “Daddy.”
Tara started giggling, which became uncontrollable when Cole twisted his face in distain. After shooting Tara a disgusted look, he turned to Dalton.
“Eww.”
“You don’t wanna be my daddy?”
“Double eww.”
Tara was still chuckling when Dalton kissed Cole. “Does boyfriend sound better?”
The kiss Cole gave in answer could have fried bacon. “Much, much better.”
Tara smiled and moved beside Dalton and kissed his cheek. “We’re excited. I’m glad Cole has someone new for play dates.” She smiled and blew a kiss at Cole before she turned back and kissed Dalton. “I’m thrilled, too. I think you’re hot.”
“Play date, my ass. It’s been days, I’m ready to play now.”
Tara sat up, unfastened her bra and pulled it out her sleeve. Her nipples immediately formed hard points against her thin top. She smiled at the two men. “I’m up for some together time.”
Before another word could be spoken, Cole had ripped his shirt free and sent it flying across the room. They both leaned toward Dalton and began kissing down his neck. Not certain how to proceed, Dalton ran a hand over each of them. When his palm glided over Cole’s chest, Cole gave an earthshattering moan. Dalton’s other hand disappeared under Tara’s shirt and found a hard nipple to tease.
Cole scooted closer and tugged off Dalton’s shirt. The tee hadn’t hit the floor before Cole’s tongue played across Dalton’s nipple. His hand slid over Dalton’s taut chest and Cole moved upward until he nibbled his ear lobe. Dalton turned for a kiss and then twisted back to Tara. He pushed her top up and exposed her heaving breasts. Dalton’s hands glided over her toned body. Cole felt a pang of jealousy, which he quickly squashed.
I get both of them. I don’t need to be jealous
.
The trio focused on each other, enjoying the triangle of pleasure they created. Cole groped Dalton, squeezing his hard cock. He felt Tara’s hand join his and soon Dalton’s legs were spread and he was being attacked from both sides. Their positions shifted as Tara slipped between Dalton’s outstretched legs and slid her hands into his pants. As she popped them open, Cole pulled Dalton into his arms and ran his hands over his man’s taut torso. Tara pulled his pants to his knees and ran her nails along the inside of his thighs. Dalton sighed and his eyelids fluttered shut.
Cole studied the face below him. The long blond lashes were only visible from close up. He traced his finger along the bridge of Dalton’s strong roman nose.
He’s so damn handsome.
Dalton suddenly spasmed in Cole’s arms, his head thrown back in a silent cry. Cole looked down to see Tara lick Dalton’s cock. Their gaze met and she winked at Cole. “Want to come down here and help me?”
Cole crawled from under Dalton and let him fall against the couch as Cole knelt. His hand traced across Dalton’s hip, gliding over the almost invisible hair. His gaze met Tara’s, and they smiled. Leaning in, their lips touched his cock at the same instant.
“Shit! Oh my lord.”
Dalton squirmed under their attention. Cole and Tara’s tongues danced over his cock. He ran his hand over Dalton’s nuts, his fingers rubbing over the crinkled skin. Cole tugged Dalton lower to expose more of himself. His tongue swirled over Dalton’s balls, moving to tease the sweet spot before his taint. Tara had taken Dalton’s cockhead in her mouth and Dalton thrashed against the sofa.
“No, no. You gotta stop. I’m so close.”
Both partners eased off. With a few last touches, they knelt on either side of Dalton and kissed over him. Cole tasted Tara’s sweet lips as they parted and then smiled at Dalton. He pushed himself up, looking at both of them. “I think we all need to get naked.”
Cole grinned and opened his pants, tugging them down to expose his bare crotch. He flopped on the couch beside Dalton and yanked off his jeans. By the time his socks joined one of the piles, the other two were stripped as well. Tara curled against the end of the couch, her legs spread wide. “I wanna watch you guys.”
Cole looked at Dalton, who shrugged. They leaned together, their lips pressed hard against each other’s. Cole wrapped his arms around Dalton, one hand clinging tightly to the back of his head. His other hand roamed over Dalton’s slender back, luxuriating in the smooth skin over tight muscles. Their kiss continued for several minutes before Cole slowly separated. He kissed Dalton’s chin, the slight beard texture serving to heighten his passion. Moving lower, he pressed his lips against the center of Dalton’s chest, then kissed down the faint blond line across his abdomen until he reached his thick bush. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Dalton’s cock and tugged it slowly.
“Oh shit, Cole. Suck it, please.”
Cole glanced at Tara to find her slowly tracing her finger over her glistening folds. Her tongue eased over her lips. He leaned closer to Dalton, then slid his tongue around the rim of Dalton’s cockhead. That act drew a groan from both Dalton and Tara. She sunk her finger into her pussy, slowly fingering herself.
Cole’s focus was on Dalton’s pleasure. Sliding his mouth over Dalton’s hard dick, he pushed it down his throat, then pulled almost off and flicked his tongue over his crown. Dalton’s cock was leaking and Cole desperately wanted the load down his throat, but knew they needed to be together. With a last kiss on Dalton’s cock, Cole rose to his feet.
“Don’t move,” he told Dalton.
He was back in a few seconds with condoms and lube in hand. He pulled a rubber out and tossed the box on the table. Cole ripped open the package, then unrolled the condom down Dalton’s cock. He smeared a blob of lube down its length. He leaned to Dalton’s ear and whispered. “She likes it a little rough.”
Dalton’s head jerked toward Cole and his eyebrows shot up. Cole nodded and smiled. Dalton crawled toward Tara as she scooted toward the edge of the couch. Her head rested on the arm of the sofa as she waited for Dalton. He crawled between her legs, tensed for a moment, and thrust in hard.