“Goddamnit,” Daniel cursed. He let go of Ellis’s neck and clung to Clark. Ellis kept sucking while Daniel’s composure cracked and his gasping moans echoed off the high ceiling. Daniel came in jerks and fits, slamming home just as Clark slapped a grip on Ellis’s arm.
“Come, Clark,” Daniel said. “f**k’s sake, come…”
Clark’s breathy laugh died in the middle. It was as though he’d been waiting for it, as though it was a challenge that Clark would win or die trying, and with Daniel done and offering permission, Clark came. Ellis glanced up to see Clark’s head thrown back and face contorted in a silent bellow. Ellis swallowed mouthful after mouthful of Clark’s c*m with deep, grateful swallows. He gulped and sucked until Clark whimpered and trembled and began to go soft.
“Jesus Christ,” Daniel
