Chapter 17 Minns #2
He’d helped me break down a barrier I’d erected years—decades—earlier.
The homophobia that I’d been fed and internalized from such a young age had done a number on me.
I hadn’t been able to accept myself, or what I wanted, before.
But V’s demands, his playfulness, loyalty, encouragement, and that uncanny ability to push me outside my comfort zone and give me something mind-blowing had helped strip away everything.
It had become as easy as choosing what felt good.
I’d learned that I was a big ol’ bottom. I wanted a big, strong man to manhandle me, bend me over, and fuck me like his toy.
That wasn’t quite right.
I wanted V to do all those things.
I wanted my hole to ache from him using it whenever he so desired.
I wanted to feel cherished and petite in his arms—ironic considering I wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination—but most of all, I needed to feel safe.
V did all that without ever judging me or making me feel like less of a man.
His support had given me the grace and strength to accept myself.
The smack that landed on my ass had me gasping for air, tingles running through my body, igniting every nerve ending and settling in my balls, leaving me on the edge of coming.
“Out of your head, Chris.”
“Sorry,” I apologized, shifting underneath him to widen my legs. I needed him inside me.
“What’s got you distracted?” He scooted forward, pressing the length of his body against mine. He caged me in, his slippery dick prodding my hole.
“Please. Fuck me,” I begged.
“What are you thinking about?” he demanded again. “Talk to me,” he encouraged softly.
“That you always know what I need. You’ve helped me accept myself and my sexuality.” I strained to get closer to him.
He rocked his hips, sliding his lubed-up dick between my cheeks and making my eyes roll back. “I love that I’ve given that to you.”
“Oh fuck,” Kam breathed.
I opened my eyes, and my gaze locked on hers. She was shaking, her body straining as she neared the precipice of her orgasm.
I acted on instinct, letting go of the mattress and sliding my hand down to her pussy. She was wet, her ass clamped tight around the long dildo plug and her pussy throbbing, almost there. I slid two fingers inside her, and she sobbed, her pussy clenching around the intrusion.
She was hot and tight, so wet and silky smooth. My dick was fucking jealous of my fingers, but Kam had been adamant that she wanted to watch V fuck me again. And shit, I wanted it bad.
V shifted and pressed his cockhead against my stretched hole, and I moaned, lifting my hips up and pushing back against him. But he didn’t move. He was intent on drawing this out for as long as I could hold on.
Then he pressed his finger into Kam’s pussy alongside mine.
“Both of us being inside Kam like this brings back memories, doesn’t it?” V growled. “You gripped our cocks so tight that you milked the cum out of us.”
“Do it again, baby. Come like you did when we were buried inside you.”
Kam cried out, her body bowing and pussy tightening around our fingers.
“Fuck, yeah,” V moaned and punched his hips forward, burying himself in me in one long thrust.
I shouted out, my whole body coming alive. Every nerve ending roared like I was in a wildfire, and my ass contracted tightly around the thick shaft buried inside me. Pulse after pulse rocked me, my orgasm shattering me.
But my cock was still hard and my balls still full. He was barely moving, his breathing strained and his muscles vibrating.
“What are you doing to me?” I rasped.
“You just had your first prostate orgasm. Want to see how many more you can have?”
“Fuck yes,” I moaned.
Kam cried out, an aftershock passing through her, but her whole body was tightening again. It wouldn’t be long before she came once more.
V pinned me down, wrapping his legs over mine and pressing me into the bed with his weight on my back. He anchored himself with a hand under my arm, gripping onto my shoulder, and with the other, he kept up my rhythm, taking Kam higher and higher.
“That’s it, sweet thing,” V encouraged. “Come again and again.”
We fucked Kam with our fingers, giving her another orgasm. As she shouted out, V started moving, long deep strokes rearranging my insides as he slammed his hips forward. Every press of his cockhead against my prostate lit me up, fireworks exploding inside me.
“Mine,” he grunted as he rutted against my ass. His thick shaft stretched me almost to the point of pain, and he was merciless in the way he used my body. I fucking loved it. I never wanted it to end.
“Yours,” I echoed. They both owned me. Body and soul, but especially my heart. I was in love with them. Utterly, stupidly in love with them.
“Please,” Kam begged. “Need to see Chris come. Want to see you bury your dick inside him and his cum erupting from his cock.”
We pulled our fingers free of Kam’s tight pussy, but V wasn’t ready to shift yet.
He grasped my hands and nudged my knees out wide so he could get between my legs, pinning me down.
Then he unleashed on me, his hips moving so hard and fast that I couldn’t catch my breath after every shout I let out.
My cock ached, the firm mattress and soft sheets like a caress against my sensitive skin every time he punched his hips forward and withdrew to his cockhead.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Kam breathed. “Like that. Fuck him so he can see how strong he is to take it.”
“He’s my pretty little fuck toy. My beautiful prey. My cum hole.”
I shouted out, the last of the oxygen leaving my lungs.
Suddenly I was moving. V was buried deep inside me, but he pulled me back, up onto my knees until I was sitting on his lap, his dick lodged deep inside my ass.
The cool air around my dick was a shock to my system.
My sweat-damp body broke out in gooseflesh as he anchored my hips to his and pounded me with his cock.
I sucked in a breath, only to moan again. The smell of sex was in the air, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I breathed it in, filling my lungs. It was a drug, and I was an addict.
V punched his hips forward again, and I gasped.
The stretch from his girth, the fullness each time he thrust in to the hilt, the burn from his tight grip on my hips, and the strength he possessed to manhandle me exactly how he wanted were a fucking turn-on.
I was on the edge, so ready to come. But I needed more.
I needed to touch him, to feel his sweat-slicked skin under my palms. I reached back, one of my hands connecting with the smooth skin of his shoulders and I ran it up to his nape, clutching him there.
With my other I grasped his hip, holding him to me.
V growled, that possessive approval that I loved so much, and I held him tighter. “Fuck, this arse is so fuckin’ phenomenal. Want to live inside you.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Want your cum filling me up. Over and over until it’s leaking out of me. Want to feel you for a week.”
Kam shouted out, and I looked over to her, feeling guilty for not focusing on her.
But my woman wasn’t suffering. Her hair was wet with sweat, her nipples tight, and her legs, still spread with her knees up around her shoulders, were shaking.
She was breathing hard, and I could see her pulse point fluttering at her throat.
She had three fingers lodged deep inside her pussy, the heel of her hand pressing the wand against her clit.
She’d loved watching me with Hux and the other man we’d brought to our bed, just like I’d loved seeing her with the couple of women she’d had join us.
But this was different. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her focus point where V’s dick was stretching me open.
Watching him pound into me was an aphrodisiac—he was delivering exactly what she’d asked for, just like he’d done the night he’d broken in.
Her body shook, and she sobbed out a cry, coming again.
“I’ll fuck you both like this forever,” he promised.
That was it. His words curled around me, and I came alive.
It was as if I’d been asleep until I heard his vow, and it awakened something in me.
Every nerve ending lit up, each one of my senses impossibly heightened.
Tingles exploded inside me, unleashing within my body in concentric waves starting at my ass, cock, and balls.
I felt it all the way to my fingers and toes.
Cum erupted from my cock in pulse after long pulse, each one a geyser that shot so far forward, it hit the padded headboard and showered the clean sheets.
My cock and balls throbbed, and my hole milked V’s dick.
My body bowed, pressing down on him, trying to take him deeper.
I held on tighter, needing him to ground me to the earth.
V buried himself to the hilt, his cock swelling impossibly inside me, and he shouted out.
I could feel each pulse of his dick, every pump of his cum.
My sensitive hole, punished after such a pounding, contracted hard, and V moaned.
The little cum left in my balls dribbled out of my softening cock, and aftershocks shook me.
“So tight, so good, boy.”
My limbs were heavy, and I was struggling to keep my eyes open.
V tipped us sideways, and we collapsed. His cock slipped free.
I winced at the sting but held him tighter, still needing his touch.
Kam slumped, her fingers slipping free and her legs falling to the bed.
The wand clicked off, and she dropped it to the floor.
I watched as V ran his foot up Kam’s calf, touching her the same way he was caressing my skin gently.
He traced my pecs with his fingertips, his thumb brushing over my nipples, then moving his hand down to my abs.
He caressed up and down my body gently, until my breathing evened out.
His cock softened against my ass, and I could feel his cum leaking from the condom, but he held me tight, not letting me go.
His touch was soothing, but there was a desperation to it that I hated. He was talking himself into leaving.
“Can you stay?” Kam asked, obviously sensing the same thing I was. Her voice was an exhausted rasp, and I reached for her, needing her close like I did V.
"Not tonight.” He sounded devastated, as if the idea of leaving was as abhorrent to him as it was us.
“One day I will, but there's a lot about me you don't know.
It's not as easy as me just staying.” He laughed but it held no humor, and he traced his fingers over my side, his touch lingering.
“You won't be able to stay in the closet. "
"Will you tell us your name? Not now, but one day?"
He interlaced our fingers and held tight. I was connected to both of them, the two people who’d captured my heart and had me falling hard for them.
"Yeah, I will,” he promised. “I want to. I’ve wanted it for months. But there are reasons why I can't."
I rolled onto my back needing to see him. I wanted to look into his eyes, but that fucking mask was in the way. "Are you married?"
"No.” He brought our joined hands to his face as if he wanted to kiss my knuckles, then stopped and sighed. He was sick of the mask too. He wanted it off. That knowledge eased the sudden knot in my gut from my question.
“I’d never do that to you, or any person for that matter,” he continued. “I’m not involved with anyone else. I’m not into anything shady either. I’d never risk either of you like that."
I nodded. I understood that he was concerned and trying to do the right thing by all of us, but it didn’t mean I liked it.
I wanted more with him. I wanted the mask off and to finally have a shot at something real.
Yes, it’d have to be on the down-low, but we could make it work. Somehow, someway, we’d make it work.
V eased himself away, and I watched as he walked to the bathroom. The water ran, and Kam squeezed my hand. V returned a moment later and gently wiped Kam’s fingers and pussy. Then he swapped cloths and did the same for me,
“You don’t have to do that,” I murmured, shifting my leg to give him more room.
“I want to. I love looking after you.” When we were both clean and my cum wiped off the sheets, V lifted the comforter back onto the bed and covered us.
He tucked a stray piece of my hair behind my ear and ran his thumb down Kam’s cheek. “Sleep. You’re exhausted.”
“Good night, V,” I whispered.
“Happy Thanksgiving,” he murmured before spinning away and gathering his clothes and boots.
My heart clenched painfully as he walked away.
He paused at the threshold as if he was fighting with himself.
His shoulders slumped, and he padded down the corridor.
I heard his footsteps on the stairs and then his boots hit the floor.
A moment later I heard the snick of the door being pulled closed and the telltale latching of the lock as it engaged.
My body was heavy, and exhaustion had set in hours earlier. Kam curled into my side, resting her head on my shoulder. Ordinarily I’d be asleep in minutes, but I knew it wouldn’t come tonight.
Something needed to change, and it was going to be on me to make it happen. V was holding back. I wanted that barrier gone. I wanted him with us. For the first time in my life, I didn’t care what the consequences were because he was worth it. I just needed him to see it too.