“Both of you,” he said. “Your mouth. His mouth. Then I want you on my c**k. I don’t want to be the one doing the lifting.”
“Good boy,” Benny murmured, filthy and fond, and Nixx shot him a look that had no real heat in it.
I slid down and took Nixx into my mouth.
He was thick, hot, already leaking. I sucked the head, then took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks while Benny leaned in beside me and licked what I couldn’t fit. We shared him. Messy. Benny’s tongue against mine around Nixx’s c**k, spit running down to his balls. Nixx’s head dropped back against the headboard.
“f**k. Don’t—ribs are fine. Don’t stop.”
I pulled off long enough to say, “You tell us if that changes,” then went back down. Benny sucked one of his balls into his mouth while I worked Nixx’s shaft. Nixx swore, one hand
