Double Team

Marcus’s fingers were already slick with lube, the cool liquid sending a shiver through James’s body as it touched his exposed skin. “Relax,” Marcus murmured, his voice low and commanding, the kind of tone that left no room for argument. James couldn’t help but obey despite the panic fluttering in his chest. His pants were pooled around his ankles, his cock hard and straining against his stomach. He felt exposed, ****, but there was a strange thrill in the way Marcus’s gaze burned into him, like he was being devoured piece by piece.

Min-**** stood in front of him, her dress hiked up around her hips, her bare pussy glistening in the dim light of the room. She lowered herself onto his face, her thighs framing his head, and James froze. Her scent, heady and intoxicating, filled his nostrils, and he felt his cock twitch in response. “Lick her,” Marcus commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding. James hesitated, his tongue hovering just inches from her folds. He’d never done this before, never even imagined it, but the need to obey, to please, was overwhelming.

Tentatively, he pressed his tongue against her, the taste of her flooding his senses. She was warm, wet, and the moment his tongue made contact, Min-**** let out a low, throaty moan that sent a jolt of arousal straight to his cock. “That’s it,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. She rocked her hips against his face, grinding herself against his mouth, and James felt a surge of something primal, something he’d buried deep inside himself for years.

He licked her more eagerly now, his tongue exploring her folds, tracing patterns over her clit. Min-****’s moans grew louder, her hands tangling in his hair as she guided his movements. “Yes, just like that,” she breathed, her hips moving faster, more insistently. James could feel her trembling against him, her pleasure mounting with every stroke of his tongue.

Marcus’s hand moved to James’s ass, his fingers circling his hole, and James gasped, his body tensing. “Relax,” Marcus repeated, his voice steady and calm, but James couldn’t. His mind was a whirlwind of panic and arousal, the sensations overwhelming him. “You’re doing so good,” Marcus murmured, his praise sending a strange warmth through James’s body. The first finger pressed inside him, and James cried out, the stretch burning but somehow unbearably good. He was being stretched, filled, and the feeling was maddening.

Min-****’s thighs tightened around his head, her moans growing more frantic. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice ****. James obeyed, his tongue working her clit in quick, eager strokes. He could feel her shaking, her body trembling with the **** of her pleasure. “I’m so close,” she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair.

Marcus added a second finger, stretching James wider, and his moan was muffled against Min-****’s pussy. The pain was sharp, but it was mixed with a pleasure so intense it made his head spin. Marcus’s fingers moved inside him, curling, searching, and then they found it, the spot that made James’s vision blur and his cock throb. He let out a muffled cry, his hips bucking instinctively, but Marcus held him still, his grip firm.

Min-****’s thighs trembled, her moans rising in pitch. “I’m coming,” she gasped, her voice almost a sob. Her body convulsed, her juices flooding James’s mouth, and he drank her in, his tongue lapping at her greedily. She rode out her orgasm on his face, her moans echoing in the room, and when she finally collapsed back, her chest heaving, James felt a strange sense of pride.

Marcus’s fingers were still moving inside him, stretching him, preparing him. James’s cock was leaking, his body trembling with need. “You’re doing so good,” Marcus murmured, his voice low and approving. “Are you ready for more?”

James hesitated, his mind a jumble of fear and desire. He’d never done this before, never even thought about it, but the way Marcus’s fingers felt inside him, the way Min-**** had just fallen apart on his face, he wanted more. He wanted to feel it, to be consumed by it.

“Yes,” he whispered, his voice trembling. Marcus’s lips curved into a slow smile, and James felt a shiver run down his spine. Marcus leaned in, his breath hot against James’s ear. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice sending a thrill through James’s body. “Now, let’s see how much you can take.”

Marcus’s fingers withdrew, and James gasped at the sudden emptiness. He heard the rustle of clothing, the sound of a zipper, and then Marcus was behind him, his cock pressing against his entrance. James’s heart raced, his body trembling with anticipation. “Relax,” Marcus said again, his voice steady, and James tried, but he couldn’t. The head of Marcus’s cock pressed against him, and James let out a sharp gasp, his body tensing.

“Breathe,” Marcus commanded, and James obeyed, drawing in a shaky breath. Slowly, inch by inch, Marcus pushed inside him, the stretch burning but unbearably good. James gasped, his hands clenching at the couch cushions, his body trembling with the effort of staying still. “That’s it,” Marcus murmured, his voice low and approving. “You’re taking me so well.”

James’s breath came in ragged gasps, his cock throbbing with need. Marcus was so big, so thick, and he felt impossibly full. “You’re doing so good,” Marcus repeated, his hands gripping James’s hips as he began to move. The friction was overwhelming, the pleasure so intense it made James’s head spin. He cried out, his hips bucking instinctively, but Marcus held him still, his movements slow and deliberate.

Min-**** knelt in front of him, her hand wrapping around his cock. “Look at you,” she purred, her voice filled with admiration. “You’re so hard for us.” She stroked him, her hand moving in time with Marcus’s thrusts, and James felt himself unraveling. The sensations were too much, the pleasure building inside him until he was teetering on the edge.

“I’m... I’m going to...” James gasped, his voice trembling, but Marcus interrupted him. “Not yet,” he commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding. James let out a strangled moan, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Marcus’s thrusts grew faster, harder, and James cried out, his body convulsing with pleasure. Min-****’s hand moved faster, her strokes sure and steady, and James felt himself falling, the pleasure dragging him under until he was gasping for air.

“Cum for us,” Min-**** whispered.