Chapter 297: Triple pleasure
Leo
Miller’s fingers inside me were driving me completely out of my mind. Two thick digits stretched my hole, curling and stroking that sweet spot with every deep thrust, sending sharp bursts of pleasure radiating straight up my spine.
I moaned loudly around his nipple, my tongue still flicking desperately over the hardened bud as my hips rocked back greedily onto his hand. Every single time he pressed deeper, scissoring me open from the inside out, an intense heat pooled low in my belly, and my cock throbbed painfully against his bare thigh.
"Fuck, Miller... that feels so goddamn good," I gasped out, my voice entirely hoarse.
He pulled his fingers free with a slick, wet sound that made me let out a desperate whimper at the sudden, freezing emptiness.
Before I could even voice a protest, Miller gripped my hips with a firm, bruising hold and flipped me onto my back on the mattress. The heavy bed dipped under our combined weight as he settled himself deeply between my spread thighs, his dark eyes blown out and hungry.
He leaned down and kissed me hard, his tongue sliding into my mouth with an absolute dominance, like he owned every single breath in my lungs.
I kissed him back just as fiercely, tasting myself on his lips, my hands tangling into the damp hair at the back of his head. When he finally pulled back to breathe, both of us panting raggedly, he looked down at me like I was the only thing existing in his entire world.
"You’re so fucking beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice low as he rubbed my cocks together.
Then his fingers started working the buttons of my shirt open, one by one, agonizingly slow.
With every single button he undid, he lowered his head and kissed the newly exposed skin—my collarbone, the center of my chest, the hard ridges of my abs.
The contrast between his scorching mouth and the cool air of the stateroom made me shiver violently.
When the shirt finally fell completely open, Miller pushed the fabric off my shoulders, his large palms sliding over my skin as if he couldn’t get enough of touching me. "I love your body," he whispered against my sternum.
Then, his mouth closed completely over my left nipple.
"Oh shit—" I arched up into his mouth with a broken, shattered moan. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before his teeth grazed it with just enough pressure to send electric jolts straight to my groin. He switched to the other nipple, sucking and licking with the same filthy devotion, while his free hand pinched and rolled the wet bud he’d just abandoned. The pleasure coiled tight in my chest, making my breath come in short, desperate pants.
"Miller... yes, just like that," I groaned, my fingers tightening into his hair. He hummed in response against my chest, the deep vibration traveling through my nipple and making my toes curl against the sheets. I could feel my cock leaking steadily, the hot pre-cum dripping onto my stomach, aching for attention.
He kissed a wet trail down my torso, his tongue dipping into my navel before moving lower. When he reached my throbbing cock, he didn’t tease. He wrapped his lips around the head and sucked me deep.
"Fuck!" My hips jerked up involuntarily against his mouth.
Miller’s mouth was scorching hot and incredibly wet. He took me deeper in one smooth glide, his throat relaxing around my thickness until his nose pressed hard against my pubes. The tight, suffocating heat of his throat squeezed my shaft, and I nearly came right then.
He pulled back slowly, his lips dragging along my length, then sank again, setting a torturously perfect, heavy rhythm. His tongue pressed flat against the underside of my cock, tracing the thick vein there while his cheeks hollowed deeply with every upward suck.
"You taste so fucking good," he groaned around my cock, the words completely muffled and filthy.
The deep vibration made my eyes flutter shut. He bobbed faster, sloppy, wet sounds filling the room as saliva dripped down my shaft and over my balls. One of his hands stroked what his mouth couldn’t reach, twisting on every upstroke, while the other rolled my balls gently, tugging just right to keep me on the edge.
I was panting heavily, my thighs trembling against his shoulders. "Miller—oh god, your mouth... don’t stop."
He didn’t.
Instead, he leaned down further, still sucking me deep, and I felt the cool, slick sensation of his spit-coated finger circling my hole again. He pushed one finger inside me easily, then quickly added a second, stretching me open while his mouth worked my cock without mercy.
The dual sensation was completely overwhelming. His fingers curled inside me, nailing my prostate with every thrust, while his lips sealed tight around my shaft and sucked hard. I cried out, my back bowing completely off the bed as intense pleasure slammed through me.
Miller pulled off my cock with a loud, wet pop, strings of thick saliva connecting his swollen lips to my glistening head. "Look at you," he growled, his voice completely wrecked. "So fucking desperate for it." Then, he dove back down, sucking the head brutally hard—his cheeks hollowed deep, creating a tight, pulsing vacuum that made my vision blur.
"Fuuuuck—Miller!" My back arched sharply off the mattress. My eyes rolled back as he sucked the sensitive head with relentless, powerful pulls, his tongue flicking rapidly over the slit, lapping up every drop of pre-cum like he was starving for it.
At the same time, his fingers fucked into me faster, curling and scissoring, stretching me wider. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the room.
It was a filthy rhythmic schlick,schlick and loud, hungry slurps.
He released the head with a lewd pop and immediately took me to the back of his throat again, swallowing around me while his fingers drove deep and pressed hard against my prostate.
My whole body shook. Pleasure crashed over me in waves, so intense it bordered on pain.
"Miller—shit, I’m—fuck, you’re gonna make me come if you keep that up," I gasped, but he only moaned around my cock and sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks even more.
His free hand reached up, his fingers finding my nipple. He pinched and rolled the stiff peak, tugging it in perfect time with the thrusts of his fingers and the bobs of his head.
The triple assault—his mouth devouring my cock, his fingers relentlessly finger-fucking my prostate, and his fingers teasing and pinching my nipple was too much.
My back arched again, my muscles straining as my head fell back against the pillow. My eyes rolled back completely, my mouth opened in a silent cry of pure pleasure.
He pulled off just enough to speak, his lips brushing the slick head. "Come on, Leo. Let me hear you. I want to feel you lose it." Then, he sucked me back down, harder than before, his throat convulsing around me while his fingers slammed into my hole, curling viciously against that perfect spot.
"Miller—oh my fucking god—" I moaned loudly.
My hips bucked wildly, fucking his face as much as his fingers fucked me. He took it all, sucking noisily, greedily, his saliva running down my balls as he worked me closer and closer to the edge.
His fingers on my nipple twisted harder, sending sharp sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through me.
I could feel my orgasm building fast, a coiling, explosive heat at the base of my spine. Every brutal suck on my cock, every deep thrust of his fingers, every tug on my nipple pushed me higher.
"I’m close—fuck, Miller, I’m so close," I panted, my voice cracking.
He hummed loudly around my cock in response, the deep vibration nearly sending me over the bed. His fingers sped up inside me, fucking me with short, hard strokes right against my prostate while his mouth sucked me with wet, filthy intensity.
The head of my cock swelled against his tongue as he focused all his suction there again, his lips sealed tight, his cheeks hollowed to the maximum.
My back arched so hard I thought I might snap. My eyes rolled back once more as white-hot pleasure exploded through me. "Miller—! I’m coming—fuck—!"
He didn’t pull off. He sucked me through the entire orgasm, swallowing every single pulse as I came hard down his throat, my hole clenching rhythmically around his still-thrusting fingers.
My whole body shook with the force of it, deep moans spilling uncontrollably from my lips.
Even after I started to come down, he kept gently sucking the head, milking every last drop of my release, his fingers slowing but still stroking softly inside me. His other hand soothed my nipple with gentle, calming circles.
Finally, he pulled off with one last, lazy lick and crawled up my body, kissing me deeply so I could taste my own cum on his tongue.
"You’re incredible," he whispered against my lips, his voice full of awe and pure lust. "And we’re just getting started."
I could only nod weakly, still trembling, my entire body buzzing with aftershocks of the pleasure. "Yeah... don’t stop now."