Chapter 17

They both stared down at Ben, spread out beneath Richie, his hips tight against Richie’s groin, responding in kind to every thrust that Richie made. There was a thick white spiral from between Ben’s nipples to his navel.

“Cream?” Richie let the laugh out now. “How bloody clichéd is that?”

“I always have cream with dessert,” Craig grunted. “You two can lick it up for me, in just—in just—a minute…oh fuck, you feel so good.”

His cock was smearing its wet, hot tip across Richie’s arse and had slipped in between the crease. Both he and Richie shuddered with delight.

“Richie?” Ben was plaintive.

But Craig was joining properly in the fun, now, and he was impatient for his own satisfaction. He pressed his cream-covered fingers on either side of Richie’s arse, bent his legs to get the right angle, and began to rub himself up and down the crack.