Page 89 of Whirlwind

“Sit up, baby. Let me see those fingers.” He smiled internally, pleased that he could make Dakota more comfortable while meeting his own desires.

God, was it sweet watching Dakota push in with one pale finger and then two. Ben froze up, then relaxed, welcoming them in.

Dakota moved slowly, inching in further with slight movements in and out until their two fingers were fully planted.

He could see their next intention a moment before they enacted it by the gleeful smirk on their face.

“Ohhhh…” Ben groaned, his eyes rolling back.

“Ben, meet your prostate,” he said helpfully.

Ben glared at him, but without any real heat.

Parker loved the dynamic between the three of them. Still fun and playful, but with passion like wildfire.

As Dakota worked their fingers more rapidly, Parker darted in with more lube. He wanted Ben positively dripping with it for what seemed like it might be his first time.

And that time was coming up very soon.

Dakota pressed their three fingers together into a tight circle and slowly tried to ease them inside. He could see them making it past the inner rim, which was as far as they needed to go, even if he could see Ben’s cock slightly deflating in his discomfort.

The cock Parker had on now would be softer than those three fingers and only slightly wider. He wanted Ben to handle the rest of it while deeply buried in Dakota’s ass.

He moved in close to kiss Dakota’s sweet lips. He could taste Ben’s musky flavor on their tongue. “Good job, sweetness. Go to the bed and get yourself ready.”

Dakota made a show of standing up and sashaying over to the bed. When they arrived, they spread their legs, bent over deeply to expose the delicious region between their legs, and peeked over their shoulder playfully.

“Minx,” Ben murmured fondly.

Yeah, Dakota was going to be a handful. Both men watched as they climbed up, one slow knee at a time, and crawled across the mattress.

“Fuck,” Parker heard himself whisper. The pull that Dakota had, with that exquisite mix of sensuality, spirit, and submission, drew him in like nothing ever had before.

Well, nothing except Ben.

He looked over at his long-time crush, getting lost in his deep, black eyes and easy smile. This was going to be amazing.

Parker inclined his head towards the bed. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Dakota flipping over onto their back.

“They’re ready for you,” he said quietly. Even with Ben visibly more comfortable, he wanted to make sure that he made every move on his own.

They both turned toward Dakota, and damn, were they ready. They had pulled their knees back, leaving their hole completely open and ready, a blatant invitation.

Ben stalked slowly toward the bed, making his own show of dominant sensuality. He took his own cock in his hand, pumping it a few times.

“You ready for this, pet?” His voice held a note of threat even as he confirmed their consent.

“Well…” Dakota drawled, “I was thinking I might do a little more stretching here first…”

Ben launched onto the bed and covered their mouth with a punishing kiss. “I’ll show you stretched,” he growled when he came up for air.

Parker thought it sounded a bit corny, but it was perfect for their dynamic. It showed that Dakota was looking after Ben, in their own silly, flirty way. He interpreted their teasing as making sure that Ben was relaxed.

Ben quickly turned serious, however, kissing Dakota relentlessly as he buried them beneath his strong body, grinding into them while they struggled and writhed.

When he finally pushed away, Parker was ready with a condom. He was about to hand it over, when he had a better idea.

As sexy as it was using Dakota as a go-between, he was about to be intimately acquainted with Ben’s body, and they’d still barely touched each other.