August pulled out, a silent go-ahead for me, and I didn’t waste a second. As soon as Camden came down from his orgasm, I got on all fours and rolled him over. Fuck, that sweet little ass of his. Two soft handfuls. I stroked my cock and pressed against him, wanting him completely trapped between the mattress and me, and then I entered him slowly.

The pleasure rolled over me in hot waves, only intensified by Camden tensing up and letting out a soft whine around his thumb.

“Shh, beautiful boy.” I kissed his neck and gripped his hip. “You go back to sleep and let Daddy and me play with you a little.”

August cursed under his breath and moved closer behind me.

I nipped at Camden’s jaw. His soft noises faded, and he clenched around me.

“That’s a good boy,” I whispered. “You’re gonna make me come so hard.”

The only thing missing now was August’s big cock fucking me raw, and thankfully, he didn’t make me wait long. With a firm grasp on my hips, he pulled me back onto his cock and rammed in forcefully, and I groaned a little too loudly.

It was sensory overload. Whenever I pushed forward, I sank into Camden’s tight ass, and whenever I pulled back, I fucked myself on August’s cock.

They were gonna make me lose my goddamn mind.

I threw myself into the sensations and chased every peak I could get to, fucking Camden into the mattress, being used by August, the burning sting mingling with the overwhelming euphoria.

It made me greedier. I couldn’t get enough of them.

“Fuck me hard when I come,” I groaned.

“I will, baby. I promise.” August slid a hand up my spine, pressing me down. Only the support of my elbow kept me from collapsing on top of Camden. “You’ll get all of me soon.”

Goose bumps rose along my shoulders and arms, and I took even more. I dug a hand underneath Camden and found him hard again, and thank fuck. I wanted to make him come again. I wanted us to reek of sex.

In the final moments, there was no act. Camden replaced his thumb with two of my fingers, and then he was fucking my other hand as quickly as he could, sending vibrations up my cock. I panted against his neck, my body protested, begging to let go and fall on top of him, and we were just a pile of flesh and desire.

“Make a mess for us, ragazzo.” I pushed my fingers deeper into his mouth until he gagged. And a beat later, he hauled in a ragged breath and choked as he went rigid. My hand flooded with his hot come, and it set me off.