50 Shades of Ambrollins: Chapter 7

 
                                                                     50 Shades of Ambrollins

                                                                        Chapter 7

     "You wanna ride my cock, you hot little piece?" Dean growled, his hand stroking Seth's dick tightly, squeezing it at the tip to keep him right on the edge without going over. At least not until Dean was ready to let him come, anyway. He had one more thing he wanted out of Seth, and that was to see what he was willing to give on his own. Before releasing his hold on Seth's hair, which was balled up his other fist, he pulled Seth's head back and kissed him savagely over his shoulder, biting his lip and drawing a plaintive whine out of him before letting go. The only sounds coming from Seth now were animalistic and largely unintelligible. "Look at me," said Dean, grabbing him by the chin, turning his head sharply sideways. It took a long moment for him to regain enough composure to focus, but after a couple more breaths, he looked Dean in the eyes, his hair sweatily plastered across his forehead, mouth open, breathing ragged. It was a look of rapturous elation and oddly, contentment. He had fully transcended the limitations of time, caught infinitely in this present moment between he, the animal, and the man who had dared to capture him. He was more than happy to be eaten alive. "Fuck yes I do," he replied.
     Dean withdrew from Seth and climbed his way up to the pillows, flopping down on his back and sighing heavily, partly due to the heavy exertion and partly from the anticipation of what was about to come. His own hair was wildly chaotic but he did nothing to try to get it out of his eyes. Seth slid off his only remaining article of clothing- the tight black jock that had been keeping his raging erection constrained- and crawled at Dean, slinking up over his body ever so slowly, his kitten tongue lapping at every sensitive spot on the way up; from the groove of his hip, to his navel and up lightly over his obliques, causing an electric shock of sensation to shoot through Dean's body straight to his cock, which jumped impatiently.
       Dean's entire body was buzzing, so fast that it just felt like one continuous maddening vibration that made his inner ears tickle. He took Seth's head in his hands as he inched closer, and for the first time, held it gently and brushed the matted hair away from his face. He pulled him up so they were chest to chest and Seth straddled him, sitting on top of his crotch but not allowing him to enter. He came down on top of Dean, trapping him between his arms, and moved in to kiss him. He stopped at the last second, and just as Dean's lips anxiously parted and his pink tongue began to extend, Seth trapped the tongue in his mouth, sucking on it. Dean melted back into the pillows, his eyes closing dreamily as Seth slowly released his hold. When he opened his eyes again, he said, Fuck yourself with my cock. Show me what a real cock slut can do."
     Seth lifted his hips up and reached between them to grab Dean's cock, but Roman had decided by that point that he also needed to be in on this action. The raw heat between Dean and Seth was palpable and highly charged, and Roman's thumping dick was a constant reminder that he hadn't yet gotten his turn. He wanted Dean to fuck Seth hard, and stretch him out a bit so he could then have an easier time wedging his thickness into Seth's already prepped hole. It would be a lot easier to get Dean to do all the hard work first, and fortunately for Roman, having seen the interactions between his two teammates up to now, he knew exactly which of his buttons to push to get him to stop being lazy and fuck.
      Putting a hand on Seth's shoulder, he said, "Why don't you turn to face me?" Seth swung a leg over Dean and faced away from him, towards Roman now. Seth reached behind himself, took Dean's piece in his hand and positioned it over his asshole, this time with no pretense of going slowly. He sank down on it, savoring the delicious pain/pleasure of being penetrated, moaning shamelessly the whole way. Dean moaned as well, relishing the feeling of being enveloped by the pulsing warmth of Seth's rear channel yet again. "Ahh shit, I could really get used to that, you know..." Dean purred, bringing his arms to rest above his head on the pillows. Seth smiled, feeling more in control of his true power than ever before.
     Seth's eyes now focused on Roman. He hadn't had many chances to look at him face to face during this encounter, but the first impression he got was one of hunger. Roman looked like he wanted to eat him, and it was scary and thrilling at the same time. But as he came closer and climbed up to straddle Dean's lower legs, Seth saw the desire in Roman's eyes that belied his intimidating features. Roman took Seth's hands and placed them on his chest, pulling him into his embrace, his own hands sliding down over Seth's slim waist and coming to rest on his ass. Their mouths intertwined. Seth's hands slinked their way up and ran through Roman's damp, glossy black locks as he rose up on Dean's cock and rested his elbows on Roman's muscled shoulders. He continued like he was trying to envelop Roman's head with his arms, kissing back enthusiastically until Roman pulled back, panting like he was suddenly in possession of a little bit less of his soul.
     "Do what he said. Ride that cock."
     Seth leaned back, putting a hand on either side of Dean's chest for balance, and started to lift his hips up and down, his abdomen flexing sinuously, showing off his cut 6-pack, eyes locked with Roman's the whole time. Below that lovely spectacle, his cock, now exposed, was leaking pre-come in a rivulet that had run in a continuous, sticky stream down to his balls. Roman reached down and cupped his hand around the base of Seth's live grenade, encircling his balls as well. With his hand that close to the action, he could feel Seth's ass stretched around Dean's rod and he ran his fingers around both, exploring the junction of their two bodies, as Dean pistoned in and out. Both Seth and Dean moaned unexpectedly, which made Roman chuckle softly. "That's right, kitten. You getting used to that cock now? You think you want to climb the big mountain yet?" his voice thick and syrupy. Seth moaned louder as Dean had a sudden twinge of jealousy and started to thrust hard up into him. "I think so," Seth replied, his voice wavering as he tried to breathe normally . He really did want to but he was a little bit concerned about whether he would be physically able to or not. '"I'll try."
     "If by try, you mean you'll take the whole thing and beg for more, then yeah, ok..." Roman smiled back at him. "That's all I expect, is for you to try."
     Roman looked over Seth's shoulder at Dean, drawing out the word 'try' to subtly bait him. Dean responded exactly as he had expected and took a renewed interest in taking back control over Seth. He didn't like the idea of Roman occupying that much of Seth's attention at this particular moment, especially since he himself was the one still doing all the work. He grasped Seth's hips and pulled his ass down onto his rampant pole, driving it into him as far as it would go, then held him there and started slowly grinding it in even further, blazing his own trail. "I'm not done with you yet, slut. That little porn star ass of yours is gonna take my fucking load first."
     Laughing to himself, Roman withdrew his hand, allowing Dean to have his way. Putting a hand gently on the back of Seth's neck, he pulled him back up toward him and kissed him hard, Seth's body giving way noticeably as their mouths collided. Dean was pounding up into him now, angrily watching his two teammates making out, both men strikingly similar, both dark, long-haired, exotic creatures. He would probably have been mad about it if he wasn't so close to exploding.
     Looking at Seth again, Roman continued to tease. "That must be painful," he said, glancing down at Seth's furiously throbbing cock as he bounced up and down. "Let's see if we can help alleviate that problem."
     Seth let out a moan that clearly indicated he knew what was about to happen. "Ohhhh fuck yea oh god yessssss do it, please fucking do it, please..." he pleaded, his voice a keening whine. He was so fucking close, so perilously close to falling over the cliff, but he couldn't yet, not until Dean said it was time.
     Roman brought his head down and swallowed the length of Seth's cock in one fell swoop. He sat there for a moment, giving Seth an opportunity to take a mental picture, and then pulled his mouth off slowly, trailing his tongue along the underside of his organ. When he got back to the end of it, he started back down again, sucking rhythmically, trying to time his movements with Dean's increasingly quick thrusts. Seth's eyes rolled back in his head and something in him changed. He suddenly felt a rush of warmth, like it was emanating from within him. It spread, up his abdomen and into his chest, giving him goosebumps and making his cock surge simultaneously. He knew his orgasm was coming, and he didn't know if this is how Dean wanted it to happen.
    Sitting up and turning his head to look over his shoulder, he caught Dean's eye again. This time when Dean looked at him, he was somehow different, like he had taken ownership of a part of himself that had previously been denied. In that one moment, he saw Seth in his most primal form. There he sat, cock buried deep inside him, back muscles undulating, that perfect ass of his squeezing the cock from the inside out, while Roman sucked on his pulsating dick at the same time. His breathing started coming in little huffs, and Roman knew he was ready. Pulling off Seth's dick, he asked, "Dean, you must be ready to blow, am I right?" "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna whitewash this bitch," he grunted, relieved that he could finally go over the cliff without looking back.
     Sliding Seth's cock back into his mouth, Roman got into a rhythm and resumed sucking. Dean started to slam his cock into Seth's asshole, and Seth was driving his ass downward in opposition, drilling it in, over and over. Seth felt the tickle start in his balls and travel up to the base of his cock, and it began to throb faster. Roman's wet, sucking vortex of a mouth was working its magic and the timer was counting down. His moans were increasing in pitch and intensity as he approached the edge of oblivion.
    Just then, he felt Dean's hands running down his back, from the base of his neck to his tailbone. Instinctively he looked back at him in time to hear him say, "It's ok. Go."
     Seth looked down at Roman, looked up to the sky, closed his eyes and let go. He felt the tidal wave crash over him, letting out a howl that resonated through all three of them, Roman's mouth welcoming his hot spray, which just seemed to keep coming, spurt after spurt. As he convulsed on top of Dean's cock, the rhythmic contractions of his asshole sucked Dean's orgasm out from under him without warning. His cock swelled and he exploded inside Seth, shooting his hard-earned load deep into that stellar ass, adding his own howl to the mix.
   
     Once Seth was drained, Roman sat back up, grabbing his monster hard-on midway up the shaft, and said, "I think you're ready for this now..."
   
   
   
   
   
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