Chapter Thirty
Wes
I’m still getting the hang of navigating Adam and Tory’s apartment at night.
I keep the lights off because I don’t want to wake them, but I’ve learned the hard way that if I don’t proceed carefully, feeling along the wall as I go, I’ll stub my toe on the bed frame. Or run straight into the nightstand.
My knees have taken a lot of abuse lately, and I can’t even blame it on the boys forcing me to the floor to suck them off. I wish . It’s only my lack of direction.
If I use my fingers to trace the bathroom doorframe until I find the edge of the light switch, that puts me in line with the side of the bed. From there if I take a few steps, I’ll find myself next to?—
A hand clamps down over my mouth. “I’m only going to say this once. If you tap out, everything stops.”
Troy. He’s trying to sound different. Lower and raspier, but of course it’s him.
I’m still catching up when he asks, “So. What do we have here?” His breath puffs against the base of my neck, making my cock jerk.
“What are you doing? What do you want?” I whisper when he pulls his hand away. The breathiness in my voice is embarrassingly real.
“You, baby.” His lips brush my ear. “All we want is you.” Something hard and cold scrapes along my jaw. A knife, maybe? Wasn’t expecting that.
The unknown spikes a bit of fear in my bloodstream. At the same time, my cock gets heavy and full.
“W-we?” They lied. When they said Adam wouldn’t be home tonight, they lied .
For me.
How fucked up am I that I find it kind of sweet?
“Are you scared, Kitten?”
“A little,” I admit. Even though we discussed this whole scenario at length, I don’t really know how it’s going to go. Anticipation has my heart trying to drill its way out of my chest.
“Good.” His teeth clamp down on my ear.
Wait. Where’s Adam, though? Oh, shit, I hope someone else isn’t here. I’m not sure I’m ready for a stranger. I’m barely ready for the two of them.
Definitely more nervous now. He’s doing this on purpose. My body hums with anticipation.
Then Troy says, “Let’s see what we can do to turn that little bit into a lot.”
Before I can react, he shoves me forward.
I fly through the dark, landing on the bed. Hands grab me, rolling me until I’m on my back.
“Adam, hold him down.”
The first thing I think is, Thank fuck. Adam’s here .
The second thing is that Troy said something very similar to this the first time they touched me. When Adam held my shoulders in that locker room while Troy jerked me off.
“Oh God,” I groan when Adam—I think it’s Adam this time—pulls my shirt off. Cool air hits my nipples. It only gets worse when someone closes their teeth around one. A second mouth does the same on the other side.
Oh hell.
My body jerks as sensation zings to my hard cock. My breathing turns frantic and choppy. Excitement rides the knife edge of fear. The sharp drop of that theme park ride where you’re trapped in a broken elevator and then plummeting thirteen stories.
“Please. Yessss,” I hiss when my sleep pants get yanked off. My boxer briefs go next, both so quick the scrape of fabric on skin burns a little.
“You should stay quiet.” Troy’s between my legs, I think. “Unless you want us to hurt you, you understand?”
So if I want it to hurt, I make noise. Got it. Good. “Yes. Yes, I understand.”
Which is why I let out a clear and filthy moan when his mouth closes around my balls.
There’s a hard pull on my nipples. “Quiet.” I think that’s Adam.
Never before in my life have I whimpered in bed like such a needy slut, but here we are. Didn’t even know I could make these kinds of noises.
A mouth envelops my cock. “Oh, thank fuck. That feels so good.”
Then Troy bites my hip. Adam presses his nose to mine and murmurs, “You’re going to get it now, sweetheart.”
That’s not something they usually call me. Is that part of this whole thing?
Like a jungle cat, Troy’s shadow slinks above me. He hovers, letting our cocks brush the barest amount.
“Please…”
“Please what?” Adam. His stubble scrapes my face.
My muscles clench. My hips jerk. I swear this is more thrilling than the personal best I got when I ran my last race.
“Please. I need more. I need—aaaah!”
Teeth sink into my flesh. Both of them at once. They work in tandem, biting my shoulders. Near my collarbones. My pecs. My biceps. All the way down to my wrists.
I’m squirming and whining. The more I whine, the more they bite. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make it burn and tingle. Enough to make my body shiver. Without asking, I’ve figured out Troy doesn’t like making me bleed.
“Please, please,” I keep saying, over and over.
For every three or four touches elsewhere, I get one or two on my cock or my nipples. They’re toying with me. They’ve got to know they’re driving me crazy.
It’s what they do.
“God, touch me. I need it.” The begging feels shameful. Humiliating. Especially knowing it does no good. They’ve got their plan, and it won’t matter what I say.
But there’s always a chance. And doesn’t desperation turn us all into fools?
My frantic begging is cut off by lips on mine. Adam. His stubble is softer, and his long hair brushes my face. He’s coming from the side, his mouth slanted at an awkward angle. I don’t care. Needing to taste him, I push my tongue against his.
“More,” I moan into his mouth as Troy rubs a slippery finger around my hole.
“I can’t take this,” I whine again.
They’re going too slowly. Too much teasing. I’m amped up times a million, and I need one of them to fuck me.
“Don’t you think it’s up to us to decide what you can take?” Adam asks.
Then he straddles my chest. The pressure and heat of his skin on mine is oddly calming. Hands encircle my wrists, pinning my arms over my head. The smooth head of his cock pushes between my lips.
At the same time, Troy presses two fingers into me.
Even though he’s being gentler than he has to be, the pressure feels intense.
Not nearly as intense, though, as the anticipation.
When his fingers brush my prostate, I clench desperately against him.
The moans coming out of me sound like they belong to someone else.
A voice in my head tells me I’m losing my mind.
But then his fingers withdraw and the head of his cock presses against my hole. This is it. Here we go .
When Troy shoves past my resistant muscles to slide inside, my shout must reverberate around Adam’s cock. He moans too, pushing himself in farther. He’s at the back of my throat, but he’s being careful.
“That’s so fucking good, babe. You’re our good little cocksucker, aren’t you?” Adam murmurs as he fucks my face with shallow thrusts. “I bet you need this. I bet you would let us strip you down and tie you up and use you for our pleasure, over and over again. We’d milk you dry, wouldn’t we, Troy?”
“We’d milk ourselves dry.” Troy’s tone is sinister as he fucks me. He’s slower this time, and I’m impatient. There’s this simmering heat in my belly, and I want to bring it up to a full boil.
I moan, since it’s all I can do with my mouth full.
“That’s right, Kitten,” Troy continues. “We’d cover you in our cum. We’d mark you as ours. Our slutty, straight daddy. Bet you’d love that.”
Oh God . I so would.
It’s like I’ve had this alter ego living inside me, and something about these two men brought him to life. It wants them to own me.
I want them to own me.
Fuck. They already do.
They fucking own me.
Troy thrusts into me with quick, purposeful strokes. Each one makes my pleasure build.
It’s not long before Adam’s cock swells in my mouth. I’m drooling and uncoordinated while trying to keep the suction going. This is still new as well. My jaw hurts.
Practice . I’ll get there. After finishing cancer treatment, I trained to run an ultramarathon. A hundred miles in the heat through Dade City. If I can train to do that, I can train to suck a dick.
“Should I come in his mouth?” Adam asks. He’s not asking me.
“Not this time.” Troy’s breathless as he pounds me without mercy. He’s going to bruise my ass with those hip bones. “We’re going to mark this little slut. Let him know he’s ours. Force him to look in the mirror later and see what we did to him.”
They’re talking about me like I’m not even here. Like I’m an object. My orgasm is so close I can taste it.
“Good idea.” Then Adam pulls out and blasts me in the face.
In spite of their discussion, it takes me by surprise when his cum splashes across the side of my cheek, my nose, and into my open mouth.
While I’m coughing and sputtering. Troy slows his pace. He doesn’t ask, but I know he’s waiting to make sure I’m okay.
“Don’t. Don’t stop,” I beg. To let him know I’m all right. Except my tongue runs away from me. “I’ll be good. I’ll show you how good I can be. You’ll keep me, right? If I’m good for you?”
Jesus, what am I saying?
Tears spring to my eyes as I realize that I mean it. I’ve never been enough for anyone. I want to be good enough for them. I’m not sure what it would do to me if they decided I’m not.
I’m not able to think about it for long. Troy’s hitting my prostate like the expert he is, and I couldn’t hold back if I tried.
“Oh God, fuck me. So hard. Come inside me. Own me. Fucking make me yours. I need it. Harder. Harder. Please .”
Who even am I right now?
My release comes on a guttural yell. I’m grateful for the dark so they can’t see my tears mixing with Adam’s cum on my face.
Troy’s hips, bony and lean, strike me hard with each thrust. I’m definitely going to be so sore tomorrow.
Good. I’d rather the pain not fade too soon. Their pain comes with pleasure. I chose it. It’s mine.
When he comes inside me with a yell, when the banging comes on the ceiling again and Troy yells “Fuck off, Jalen!” I’m too lost to care.
In the wake of my orgasm, I feel as if I’m floating on an ocean, getting rocked by the waves. Nothing but peace. Pleasure. Belonging.
Adam keeps his hands around my one wrist even as Troy pulls out and lies down beside me.
“Should we clean him up?” he asks Troy. Why does he sound far away?
“In a minute.” Troy throws one leg over mine, brushing my hair from my forehead with gentle fingers.
“Was that a knife at the beginning?” Why is my skin tingling all over? The cool rush is intoxicating.
Adam chuckles. “A butter knife. Did it work?”
“It worked,” I murmur.
“Good.” He lets go and takes up what’s become his usual place on the far side of the bed.
Gently, Troy kisses my temple. “Is that what you wanted, Kitten?”
I nod against his mouth, too wrung out to really parse what I’m feeling. Humiliated, lying here covered in their fluids. But also deeply satisfied. My chest swells with something that feels a little too tender. Too attached.
Yes, it was exactly what I wanted. They’re exactly what I wanted. I’m too broken open to say what I really feel.
They did this for me. And I love them so fucking much.