Edwin bit back against the cry of pain building in his throat. He felt like Cooper was tearing him open, and there was no hint of pleasure. Beneath him, Carson began to move harder, sliding his c**k against the bed for the friction. Edwin was happy to let Carson take over the rhythm, happy to let him control the tempo. He knew from his hungry and desperate sounds that Carson was rushing closer to his orgasm, and Edwin tried to cling to that the way he clung to Carson’s body, but that wasn’t nearly enough to distract him from Cooper, thrusting into his channel again and again.
“So close,” Carson moaned. “So…oh God…so…close…”
“I want to feel you.” Need. I need to feel you, Carson. I need to make sure you’re real. Please. Please be real. “Come for me.”
“No…not yet…not yet…I need more.”
Ed
