My Husband's Boss Book 2

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Tim POV

My hole stretched around Jason’s cock; I was feeling so fucking good. I reached for the Liquid Gold and took a couple of more hits, fuck yeah, good, so good. I was floating on a cloud. I kept thinking there was a reason I was here, a purpose, but my mind kept snapping back to this god of a man fucking my ass.

Fuck, Jason was fucking me so good. This man’s cock was so meaty, so long; how did I survive without it for so long? There was definitely something about this man that hooked me in; he had that ‘je ne sais quoi’, that magnetism, and he was so fucking gorgeous.

How could I blame Gavin for picking Jason over me? I understood it now; Jason knew what he wanted and just took it.

A loud noise cut through the haze; my eyes snapped open, my heart was racing, but it wasn’t only from Jason fucking me; it was something else. I turned my head to see another man standing in the room; he was wearing a red mask.

He was tall, muscular; I felt like I knew him; there was a familiarity, even through the fog in my head. Gavin was the first thought that came to me; it had to be; his body, his cock, were so familiar.

The guy in the hood rubbed my ass. “Mmm, so fucking hot”, he said.

“Fuck, your hole is so tight, Tim. I had to have it again; I had to make you mine again.” Jason’s voice came from somewhere below me.

The hooded man lubed his cock and fingered some around Jason’s cock. My breath caught. Two cocks. Two men. The realisation filtered through the haze.

The man in the red hood pushed forward, and I felt the stretch, felt the burn; my body was screaming; there was no way I could fit these two very large cocks inside me. I felt myself opening wider; I wasn’t sure how my body was allowing both of these cocks to move inside me at once.

My mind was trying to put the pieces together; I knew who this was, but the poppers and booze were like a haze in my head.

The sensation of having two cocks stretch me was nearly too much; I was completely lost in the feeling. I was filled, and the pressure was immense.

The hooded man spoke, “fuck yeah, look at you taking our cocks,” his voice was so familiar; I knew him. He spoke as if he were somebody I knew, like he was close to me.

He spoke to Jason, “He’s taking our cocks like he was made for them.” he thrust in again; his thrusts getting faster, more urgent.

The second cock inside of me made my hole clench involuntarily around them; Jason was moaning his approval.

“Oh Fuck yeah, Tim,” he moaned below me. I gazed over Jason’s body; he was beautiful. I had to reach out, had to touch him, feel his skin, his muscles; I loved him fucking me.

“He takes our cocks so well,” Jason was saying, “He was made for this, I’m not letting him get away this time.” I barely recognised what he was saying; my attention was scattered.

The poppers were keeping my mind from concentrating; my body felt detached, screaming with pleasure. The hooded man’s breathing quickened against me; he was thrusting faster now, meeting Jason’s motions.

My body responded; fuck, it felt good, despite the fog in my head.

I had never been stretched so wide; these two cocks felt incredible, almost too much, but my hole had opened up for both of them, accommodating them with a desperation and a need to please that I didn’t quite understand.

The hooded man moaned, “You feel so fucking amazing.”

I knew that voice, but every time I thought I had the name, it slipped away.

The mix of poppers and cocktails kept pulling at me, kept me feeling nothing but the sensation of what was happening to me, the pressure, the two large cocks fucking me.

The hooded man gripped my hip; his fingers dug in hard.

I wanted to see the face behind the mask, who was fucking me so good.

“Tell me how much you want this,” the hooded man moaned against my ear, “Tell me you want us both.”

I tried to open my mouth, but all that came out was a moan; my body answered instead, clenching around both of their cocks, drawing them in deeper.

Jason’s hands roamed over my chest, pinching my nipples. I gasped at the pleasure and pain of it.

He was moaning now; his rhythm had increased. He was getting close. He raised his arms to the zip on the hood of the other man, but the red hooded guy shook his head, as if he didn’t want the hood to come off.

They were both getting close, moaning, oh fuck, Jason was moaning; he thrust up one more time and started cumming, Jason reached his arms up again, this time removing the hood from the other guy. I looked around, trying to focus, not trusting what my eyes were showing me.

There was a reason he felt familiar; fuck, it was Gavin. It was Gavin’s cock fucking me along with Jason. He reached around and started stroking my cock. He started to shoot his cum inside me; fuck, my cock lasted about five strokes, and I was cumming as well.

Gavin POV

I couldn’t believe I’d let myself be placed into this situation again. Tim, my beautiful, vulnerable ex-husband, on one side, who, if I was to be honest with myself, I had never stopped loving; I had vowed to look after him, told him he could stay at my place as long as he wanted.

On the other side was Jason. Fuck I don’t know what it was about him, but Jason had me twisted around his little finger; he was so fucking mesmerising. All he had to do was walk into my office, and I was like putty in his hands. I’d drop to my knees in an instant.

I’d been working at one of Jason’s subsidiary companies for over a year now. When I first left Jason’s company after Tim left, I had decided to branch out on my own. I worked for a couple of different companies but never had the same success that I’d experienced with Jason.

Jason and I bumped into each other at a restaurant 6 months after I had left his company. I was with a couple of friends, and he was with a client. He had seen me and nodded with that annoying smirk; I smiled back at him. I excused myself to go to the toilets, and was standing at the urinal when Jason came in and stood beside me.

He unzipped and pulled out his cock, I couldn’t help but look. “Gavin,” he said, his voice dropping into that low register that I’d always loved, “it’s been quite a while.” He was openly watching me piss. I knew how much he craved my cock, he’d told me time and time again that my cock was the only one that could truly satisfy him.

I asked Jason how he’d been; he told me he missed me at the company, it wasn’t the same since I’d left. I looked at him; fuck, he was so handsome, I had to get out before I said something I’d regret.

I zipped up as he finished pissing. I was washing my hands, and he came up behind me. I turned around, and his mouth was on mine; fuck, it was a sizzling kiss. It was like we’d both been holding out on something we knew was wrong, but fuck I’d missed this: his face, his mouth, his tongue, his body.