Chapter 20 #2
The race was just for show, so we stripped down and tossed our clothes onto the couch in a heap. According to our plan, Asher would be the first to enter the bedroom.
My palm connected with his bare ass with a satisfying smack. “Move it,” I whispered, my voice tight with anticipation. “I can’t wait much longer.”
Asher strode down the hallway with deliberate steps before breaking into an exaggerated sprint as he crossed the threshold into the bedroom. I stalked in after him, my mask hiding my smile at his theatrical entrance.
“Looks like you’re the winner,” Theo said, now naked, his boxers on the floor.
“Take your place on the bed.” Theo approached Asher, pressing his palms against the firm plane of his chest until the backs of Asher’s knees met the edge of the mattress.
Without resistance, Asher let himself fall backward onto the bed, then inched himself toward the center.
Following his lead, Theo climbed onto the mattress and lowered himself onto Asher’s body, their bare skin sliding together in a slow, deliberate friction.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he whispered, splaying his fingers across Asher’s chest. “You’re so fucking hot, even in the mask.
” The line was scripted, but the rasp in his voice betrayed genuine desire.
I approached the mattress and paused at its edge, transfixed by the sight of Asher’s fingers tracing paths across Theo’s skin.
“Do you think you’re ready for two cocks?” I asked. “Let’s make your dream a reality.”
“God, yes. That sounds so good,” Theo groaned, his fingers wrapping around Asher’s length, guiding it between his cheeks and easing himself down, his body eagerly relaxing around Asher, welcoming him home.
The initial stretch that would make others wince only seemed to heighten his pleasure, drawing a satisfied hiss through his teeth.
A moan escaped their lips at the same time as Theo lowered himself completely, taking Asher to the hilt, a task easily achievable thanks to the plug he wore for hours.
Behind the mask, Asher’s face remained hidden from me—his expressions, the way his lips parted, the flush across his cheeks—all concealed beneath plastic. A double-edged sword—the mask that made this fantasy possible also robbed me of one of my favorite sights.
With deliberate movements, Theo sank down onto Asher, then rose again, each descent stretching him further as his fingernails dug into Asher’s chest, leaving his mark.
From behind the plastic facade, Asher’s pleasure escaped in unmuffled sounds that filled the room, the mask doing nothing to contain his vocal appreciation.
Watching them together reminded me of the first time I saw them—the time that awakened the voyeur inside me. As much as it had angered me at the moment, it taught me new things about myself and brought us here.
With one hand wrapped around my length, I savored the view before me, each stroke measured and unhurried as I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself on my knees behind Theo’s waiting form.
“Are you ready to be stretched more?” I murmured, my voice both performing for the camera and genuinely seeking his consent.
“Yes, please,” Theo breathed, arching his back and presenting himself to me. He held perfectly still as I eased a finger in beside where Asher was already buried inside him. “Oh God, yes, that feels so good. I’ve never felt so full.”
The sight of Theo taking us both made me wonder what it would feel like on the receiving end—something I’d never considered before.
Any pain seemed far from his mind as he pushed back against the intrusion, his body welcoming rather than resisting. Encouraged by his response, I slipped a second finger alongside the first, marveling at how easily he opened for us.
I worked my finger deeper inside Theo, continuing to stretch him while my other hand fumbled beneath the pillow for the bottle of lube we placed there before filming.
“I want you both inside me so bad,” Theo said.
As I withdrew my fingers, a needy sound escaped him.
“Sorry, baby. I need to get more lube,” I said, wishing I could lean forward and kiss his shoulder.
I slicked my fingers with more lube, then eased three of them into his waiting heat. Theo’s moan vibrated against Asher’s chest as he buried his face there. “Holy shit, it feels so good.”
Theo remained still as I worked my fingers inside him, his muscles clenching around my digits with each careful twist. His breathing changed—short, shallow gasps punctuated by deep inhales whenever I pushed deeper. A thin sheen of sweat glistened across his lower back as he adjusted to the stretch.
My cock throbbed with need, but I wouldn’t rush this—not when Theo’s comfort mattered more than my own desperate urge to feel him stretch around both of us. I had to be sure he could take us both without pain. He had never been stretched so wide, not even with a dildo.
The sight of him opening for me, accepting more than he ever had before, made my own breath catch in my throat.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me, together,” Theo said. “I’m ready. Please, Ghostface.”
I removed my fingers and slathered more lube on my aching cock.
I held my breath as I pressed forward. The resistance was immediate—a tight, slick heat that yielded inch by inch as I pushed against where Asher was already buried.
My vision blurred at the edges when our cocks touched inside him, skin sliding against skin with no barrier between us.
Theo sat up, his spine arching against my chest, sweat making our skin stick together.
I reached around him, fingers finding the hollow at the base of his throat where his pulse hammered wildly against my palm.
My thumb and forefinger settled into the sides of his throat, applying just enough pressure to make his breath catch and his eyes flutter closed.
“Do you like it, baby? Do you like being filled by two cocks? Being fucked by two men in Ghostfaces masks?”
He nodded his head, words escaping him as all he could do was moan and groan in pleasure.
I slowly rocked my hips into him, Asher moving at the same pace, our cocks rubbing against each other inside Theo’s tight heat.
I reached around, tracing my fingertips down the quivering muscles of Theo’s abs, feeling them tense and release with each breath.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, my thumb rubbing the precum leaking from his tip.
His head fell back against my shoulder, a broken moan escaping his lips as his hips stuttered between pushing back onto us and thrusting forward into my grip.
“So fucking tight for us,” Asher growled, his fingers digging into the firm muscle of Theo’s thighs. “Just let us do all the work. We’ll take care of you.”
“Use me,” he whispered, his fingers circling my wrist in a silent request for pause as he shifted his weight.
He shifted his weight forward, bracing himself with one forearm pressed into the mattress while his fingers tangled in Asher’s hair. Their chests met as he arched his back, offering himself to me at an angle that kept us both buried inside him.
I knew the new position would hit him where he liked it most—his prostate.
Asher’s fingers dug into the taut skin of Theo’s back while my hands claimed his hips, anchoring him between us.
Tomorrow, his body would bear the evidence of this night—a constellation of bruises that whispered our names, marking him as ours in a language only three of us understood.
Theo craved our marks. Our silent claiming.
I only wished my lips were free to suck hickeys into his skin.
“Let me take care of you both,” I murmured, and Asher stilled beneath us.
I held onto Theo’s hips as I dragged my cock nearly out, pulling back until the ridge of my head caught at his rim before sinking in again with deliberate force, keeping a hard but slow rhythm.
Each thrust sent electric currents up my spine as Asher’s length slid against mine inside that impossible heat, the friction between us making my thighs tremble and my vision blur at the edges.
My breath came in ragged gasps, teeth clenched against the building pressure threatening to snap my control far too soon.
“Holy fuck. Yes! Right there!” Theo yelled, and that was how I could tell whenever I was hitting his prostate.
Asher groaned. “Fuck, Beckett. That feels so fucking good, your cock against mine, rubbing together in Theo’s tight heat. I’m going to come so fast.”
“I’m already so close,” Theo said.
I brought my palm down hard against the tender junction where Theo’s thigh met his ass, the impact jolting him forward while I stayed buried inside him. His startled moan vibrated through the air between us, a sound so raw and needy it made my pulse quicken.
My hips snapped forward relentlessly, each thrust forcing a gasp from Theo’s lips as I surrendered to the mind-numbing pleasure.
I raked my nails across his sweat-slicked skin, leaving faint red trails from his shoulder blades down to the dimples above his ass.
“I want you to come for me, baby. I want your ass to strangle our cocks,” I leaned down, growling near his ear before straightening my spine again.
I shifted my weight onto my heels, changing the angle of penetration as I drove into him with increasing intensity, each thrust striking that sweet spot that made his whole body shudder.
“Fuck. Please say we can do this again. It feels so fucking good…I can’t…
I need…” Asher broke off with a strangled sound, his fingers suddenly tangling in Theo’s hair, pulling.
Asher’s his hips jerked upward in short, uncontrolled pulses.
Against my own cock, I felt the hot, rhythmic throb of him—each pulse sending a warm, slick wave that made our movements wetter, filthier, the friction changing with each desperate thrust.
With each slow withdrawal, I gazed down at where we were joined, mesmerized by the slick evidence of Asher’s release glistening on my length before I sank deep again. “That’s so fucking beautiful,” I murmured.
“Oh God, I can feel you coming inside me. While it’s being fucked back into me…
God, fuck, that’s so hot. I can’t—I can’t last,” Theo’s words dissolved into fractured moans as he collapsed against Asher, teeth sinking into the curve where neck met shoulder.
His body went rigid, then trembled violently as hot ribbons of release painted their torsos, the evidence of his pleasure pooling between them.
The sight of Theo coming undone, his body gripping us both in spasms while Asher’s softening length pressed against mine, pushed me past the point of control.
I drove forward one final time, a hoarse cry tearing from my throat as pleasure crashed through me in waves, my release flooding into that shared, intimate space where we were all connected, marking Theo from the inside with Asher.
“Please, let’s do that again as soon as possible,” I managed between ragged breaths, easing myself from Theo’s body with trembling care.
It was hot as fuck in this mask.
Asher slipped free next, drawing a soft whimper from Theo, who carefully disentangled himself from between us before collapsing onto the mattress with a shuddering exhale. “Holy…shit,” he remarked, his voice strained from moaning, screaming, and cursing. “That was better than I imagined.”
I tore off my mask and threw it to the ground, then walked over to the cameras and turned them off. “I can’t wait to watch that later. So hot.”
“I think I’m dead. I’m calling it. Death by getting fucked so good by two cocks,” Theo said, his breathing evening out as he clutched his chest, unmoving.
Asher took off his mask and tossed it on the bed. “Much better choice than a regular double penetration.”
I ignored the sticky mess between us and settled onto the bed beside Theo, curling against his warm body with my head nestled in the crook of his shoulder.
The steady rhythm of his heartbeat gradually slowed beneath my ear—a sound that always centered me after moments like this.
Across Theo’s chest, Asher’s eyes met mine, his body mirroring my position on Theo’s other side.
“Five minutes, then I’m going to make an Epsom salt bath so we can get cleaned up and put Theo’s ointment on,” Asher said. “Then, we’ll eat and get right back to cuddling. Today was a lot.”
“And it was perfect,” Theo responded. “But I can put my own ointment on my asshole!”
I laughed. “Yes, you can, baby. But wouldn’t you rather feel our fingers playing with your hole, pushing our cum back inside, and taking care of you? After all, you say it belongs to us.” My lips traced a reverent path across his chest, each kiss a wordless promise.
He sighed. “That does sound good. As long as it also comes with an offer of some chicken nuggets. I’m starving.”
Asher jumped off the bed. Now that he knew what Theo wanted, he’d make it happen. It was his form of aftercare—the ointment had been his idea for this scene, too. Something to help him heal and feel better.
“On it. I’ll get the bath started, clean myself up a bit, and make you chicken nuggets while Beckett helps you wash up and puts your ointment on,” Asher said with excitement.
He headed out of the room before either of us could respond.
“And I’ll lie here and cuddle you until the bath is ready.
I know I didn’t take two dicks, but I’m exhausted,” I responded, my finger drawing random patterns on his chest. “I just want to make sure you feel safe and cared for after what we did, and this is my way,” I mumbled.
“And it’s perfect. Just like tonight. So thank you for giving me everything I wanted and needed, and for caring for me. I can’t believe we made it to this point, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“I’m sorry it took so long for me to open my eyes to my feelings, but now we have the rest of our lives ahead of us. Me, you, and Asher—we fit.”