Chapter Four #3
But beneath the discomfort, beneath the burning in my lungs and the ache in my jaw, a hot coil of arousal snaps tight in my gut.
My cock is stiff and aching between my thighs.
A bead of precum leaks from the tip, making it slick and hypersensitive as it rubs against my skin.
I didn’t touch myself. Ash and Aiden haven’t laid a finger on me.
It’s just my body’s reaction to the rough, unyielding use of my mouth, to the taste of another man forcing himself down my throat.
The realization that I’m getting hard from this, getting painfully, dripping wet hard, makes my face burn even hotter.
I’m taking a guy in my mouth, and I like it.
The confusion makes my head spin, but the physical reality is undeniable, jutting out against my stomach with every jerky breath I manage to take through my nose.
“Fuck,” Ryker grunts above me, his voice strained, his stomach muscles clenching tight.
He doesn’t give me any warning. His fingers twist brutally tight into my hair, tilting my head back at an agonizing angle as he buries himself to the hilt. A hot, ropy spurt of come shoots against the back of my throat, then another, flooding my mouth and slipping down my windpipe.
I gag wildly, my chest convulsing as I choke on the hot, sticky fluid. Ryker holds me pinned there for a few agonizing seconds while he finishes spilling into me, panting hard and shuddering against my lips, before he finally yanks his cock out of my mouth.
I collapse forward onto my hands and knees.
A violent coughing fit tears out of my lungs.
I spit a mouthful of saliva and come onto the rug, my whole body trembling.
I wipe the back of my shaking hand across my mouth, trying to clear the mess from my lips, my chest heaving as I suck in desperate, greedy gasps of air.
The salty, metallic tang of him still coats the roof of my mouth, sliding down my raw throat with every breath.
Warm hands land softly on my bare skin, pulling me out of the dizzying spin.
Ash drops down beside me on the floor, his touch a jarring contrast to the brutal grip Ryker just had on my hair.
One of Ash’s hands cups the back of my neck, supporting my head, while his other palm rubs firm, soothing circles between my shoulder blades.
“Breathe, Jax,” Ash murmurs. His voice is low and steady, acting as an anchor in the spinning room. “You’re okay. You did good. Just take a breath.”
I pull a ragged gasp through my nose, squeezing my eyes shut as a shudder runs down my spine. The hand on my back feels good. Ash doesn’t treat me like I’m pathetic or gross. The familiar scent of his sandalwood cologne washes over the sharp smell of the sex, helping my stomach settle.
Ash keeps his hand moving over my skin, but his tone shifts from comforting to sharp as he tilts his head back. “You could stand to be gentler,” he snaps. “It’s his first time, for fuck’s sake.”
The metallic rasp of a zipper sliding up sounds. Ryker sounds unapologetic. “He’s fine,” he says coolly.
I force my eyes open and swipe a shaky hand across my mouth, wiping away a smear of wetness. Ryker stands over us, tucking himself away and fastening his belt without urgency. He looks down at me, his expression hovering between arrogant approval and dark amusement.
“Not bad for a straight boy,” Ryker remarks, his lips curling into a faint smirk.
My face flushes burning hot. That label feels ridiculous now while I kneel naked on their floor.
If I’m straight, I’m doing a terrible job of proving it, considering the painful, aching erection still throbbing against my stomach.
But I don’t argue. My jaw aches too much to string together a coherent sentence, and part of me feels too embarrassed to admit how much the rough treatment turned me on.
Ryker shifts his attention to Ash, who’s still glaring daggers at him.
“Since you’re so protective,” Ryker says, his raspy voice dropping into an authoritative command, “you can be the one to break him in.”
The hand rubbing my back goes still. A cold spike of nerves shoots through my gut. Break me in.
“You’ve got three days to get him ready to take all of us,” Ryker continues, unbothered by Ash’s glare. “He’ll sleep in your room during that time.”
I stare at Ryker’s knees, my mind scrambling.
Three days. Three days to learn how to take a guy.
I’ve never had anything up there in my life.
The thought of it makes a fresh wave of panic mix with the lingering adrenaline rushing through my veins.
The idea of taking Ryker’s size makes my stomach clench with fear, remembering how he just forced his way down my throat without a second thought.
Ryker leans down a fraction, making sure Ash catches every word. “I expect you to be thorough, Ash. I don’t want his first time taking a cock to be a disaster because you were too busy being gentle. Get him stretched and used to it.”
Aiden unfolds from the sectional couch, stretching his long arms overhead. “Come on, man. Ease up,” he says.
He sounds relaxed, unbothered by the tension spiking between the other two. It feels like this is a familiar dance for them, Aiden playing the casual mediator between Ryker’s rough edges and Ash’s softer touch. Aiden walks around the coffee table, his posture loose and easy.
Ryker ignores them both. He gives me one last assessing look before turning on his heel and striding out of the living room, his footsteps fading down the hallway.
Aiden stops next to where I’m still kneeling by Ash and crouches down to my eye level.
The amused, hungry look he had earlier is gone, replaced by a warm, half smile that makes my erratic heartbeat slow down a fraction.
He reaches out and gives my bare shoulder a firm squeeze.
His fingers feel warm against my chilled skin.
“You did good,” Aiden says quietly, keeping his dark eyes fixed on mine. “Don’t let him get in your head.”
Aiden gives my shoulder one last pat before standing back up and following the path Ryker took. I stay frozen on the rug, hyper-aware of my nakedness now that the initial shock is wearing off. Ash stays close beside me, his thumb stroking a slow line across my shoulder blade.
Three days. They want me ready to take all of them.
The reality of what I agreed to is crashing down on me.
I ran away from home to escape expectations, and now I’ve willingly handed myself over to three men who expect me to submit to them.
But the craziest part isn’t the fear. The craziest part is the wet, aching heat settling low in my gut, reminding me that I want to find out what Ash is going to do to me.
Ash’s hand stays on my back as the sound of Aiden’s footsteps fades down the hall. I’m shivering. The air conditioning in the penthouse suddenly feels like winter, raising goosebumps over my bare arms and thighs.
Ash murmurs softly, coaxing me up from the rug.
His grip on my bicep is firm but cautious, taking my weight as my shaky legs struggle to lock into place.
My face burns. I keep my chin tucked to my chest, refusing to meet his eyes.
I’m a mess. Spit and come dry sticky and tight against my chin, and my dick is still half-hard and throbbing against my stomach. It’s humiliating.