Max was in command. His eyes never left mine as he spoke, his voice a low, commanding growl meant for Chris but aimed straight at my soul. “Chris, get on your knees.”
Chris moved without hesitation, sinking to his knees in front of Max, his gaze fixed on the massive cock standing at attention.
It was hard to process what was happening. Max had been my rival for so long, and now here I was, on my knees, humiliated and totally turned on, at eye level with his huge, throbbing cock, which was just inches from the waiting lips of my boyfriend, Chris.
“Guide me to him. Give him what he’s been wanting all this time.”
My mind went blank for a second. Guide him. I looked at how Chris was staring at the rigid cock, his eyes were full of a hungry desire. My own emotions were a live wire, sparking and dangerous.
I wrapped my hand around Max’s thick shaft.The skin was hot and silken, pulsing with a life of its own. The sheer, solid weight of it sent another vicious thrill through me. I led Max the two steps closer to Chris, my entire world narrowing to the point where my hand, Max’s cock, and Chris’s mouth were about to meet.
Chris leaned forward, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His eyes locked on mine, and in them, I saw not hesitation, but a challenging, eager fire.
“Put me in his mouth,” Max commanded, a gruff note of strain finally entering his voice. “Let him taste what he has been fantasizing about.”
My fingers tightened. I guided the broad, smooth head past Chris’s lips. There was a moment of resistance, then a sigh from Chris as he opened wider, accepting the intrusion, his lips stretching into a perfect ‘O’ around the girth.
“Let go of my cock,” Max ordered me, his eyes glinting. “I want you to watch. Just watch.”
I released my hold, my hand falling to my side, feeling empty. I watched the slick, rhythmic motion, the obscene wet sounds, the way Max’s powerful thighs tensed. I watched Chris’s hand sneak down to palm himself through his sweatpants, his own pleasure evident.
The visual was so lewd, so perfect, it burned itself onto my retinas. My boyfriend, sucking off my rival. Fuck, this was so hot.
It was evident how turned on Chris was. A soft, guttural moan escaped him, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss I hadn’t heard in years. His cheeks hollowed as he began to suck, his tongue working the plump crown.
*Oh god.* The sight was a physical blow. My Chris, my confident swimmer, on his knees for my rival, taking that monstrous dick into his mouth with a reverence he’d never shown me.
Max’s head tipped back, a groan rumbling from his chest. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it. Such a good mouth on you.” His dark eyes found me again, pinning me in place. “You see how he takes it, Jason? See how hungry he is for it? He doesn’t even have to be told twice.”
I could only watch, my own cock aching painfully in my jeans. Chris’s jaw was already stretching, a thin string of saliva dripping onto his chin as he tried to take more. He gagged softly, pulling back, only to dive right back in, desperate for it.
“He wants it all,” Max murmured, his voice thick with lust. “He’s trying so hard to be good for me. Aren’t you, Chris?”
Chris moaned around the thick flesh in his mouth, the vibration making Max’s thighs tense. His hands came up, not to push away, but to grip Max’s powerful hips, steadying himself as he swallowed more. *He’s not just doing this for my fantasy. He’s loving this.*
“Think you can take it all?” Max taunted, fisting a hand in Chris’s hair. “Think you can deepthroat this big cock?”
Chris pulled off with a wet pop, gasping for air. “I want to try,” he panted, his voice wrecked. “I need to.”
“Then do it.” Max’s command was absolute.
Guided by Max’s hand, Chris pushed forward again, taking inch after incredible inch. His nose pressed into the coarse hair at the base, his throat working convulsively around the intrusion. A tear escaped the corner of his eye, tracing a path down his flushed cheek. The sight was the most beautiful and devastating thing I’d ever seen.
Max held him there for a long, torturous moment, savoring the tight, wet heat. When he finally let him up, Chris collapsed back on his heels, coughing, his chest heaving. He was a mess—lips swollen, eyes watery, face flushed—and he’d never looked more turned on in his life.
“Now,” Max said, his gaze shifting from Chris to me. “Time for the main event.”
