Chapter 10
Kipp
“Kipp Nolan,” I murmur out loud to the group as much as myself during our ascent up to our apartment. “That sounds weird.” Bunny’s face cranes backwards over her shoulder to meet my gaze. “Doesn’t that sound weird?”
She simply giggles and squeezes my hand instead of answering.
“Is that how I’m supposed to introduce myself?
” The click of our door opening occurs in my very brief pausing.
“Is that how you’re gonna introduce yourself?
” Our fiancé – that also feels weird – pushes open the blockade prompting me to point out, “You’re not Nolan Nolan ‘cause your first name is Miles-”
“Kinda forget you don’t just have one name like Cher,” teases my other fiancée while being guided by the hand into our home.
“Cher?” Sneers our grumpy ring giver. “You chose to compare my ass to Cher instead of Sting or Bono or Prince?”
“He changed his name to a symbol.”
“Mine would be a wrench.”
“Screwdriver,” corrects the woman we love at the same time I shut the door with us inside.
“Because I know how to screw?”
“Because you’re probably more useful to me as a drink.”
His heated growl becomes an easy opportunity to step back into the conversation. “You always introduce yourself as Nolan,” I continue, encouraging them to stop moving and redirect all their attention to me, “but you bein’ like ‘I’m Nolan’ and me bein’ like ‘I’m Kipp Nolan’ is fuckin’ weird.”
“This conversation is weird,” mumbles Nolan under his breath.
“It’s adorable,” argues Bunny.
“It’s like… are we brothers?” my head bounces around in contemplation. “Cousins?”
“Just gonna skip past the obvious other option given that he’s so many more tax seasons ahead of you?”
Abandoning his hold on her hand occurs to deliver a scolding swat to her ass.
“And who marries who on paper?” Questions continue to effortlessly rev at the starting line of my mind. “Are we doing any of that? Don’t you get money back or pay less money or something for technically being married on paper?”
“That’s not…quite…it,” our fiancée slightly cringes.
“Would being married on paper be beneficial for us? And how beneficial? We talkin’ like how a lift kit can add value to a truck depending on its make, model, and condition or more like how a roll cage definitely increases value for those wanting a performance centered vehicle?
” There isn’t time for either of their mouths to even consider moving.
“And whose name goes on our son’s birth certificate?
Can you put two names on there? Is that legal? Is that possible ? Is that-”
“ Kid ,” Nolan mirthfully grunts in an abrupt nature, “ less talkin’. ” One finger forcefully hooks itself through my belt loop to yank me towards him. “ More fuckin’. ”
Between the delicious grab and even more delicious tone, I’m incapable of not quietly surrendering, “ Yes, Sir. ”
“ Such a good, little, filthy fuck, ” is purred prior to his mouth capturing mine.
Spreading my lips.
Sliding his tongue inside, allowing it to reiterate the bluntly spoken point.
Yeah.
He’s definitely right.
More accelerating.
Less breaking.
Having his wet muscle sloppily swirl around and around and around, poking holes in my thoughts and words and actions and body until I’m left on all flats, leaves me no choice but to reach out for stability, yet rather than grab a fist full of him, I grab a handful of Bunny’s dress.
Drag her into the situation.
Demand she endure our fiancé’s unstoppable lashes by replacing my face with hers.
Whimpers immediately seep free effortlessly redirecting his focus.
Command that he glides his palm up the back of her thigh.
Squeezes her ass.
Crosses it to do the same on the other side only to discover I already am.
Finding my hand on her cheek naturally encourages him to continue to crawl over until it’s brushing my cock causing me to headily moan, “ Fuckkkk… ”
Sir’s lips fumble from Bunny’s to find mine again.
“ That what you need? ” Abandoning my belt loop allows him to aggressively collect us both in his hold.
Traps us to him rather than each other. “ You need me to fuck you ?” His teeth barely have time to sink into my bottom lip before our girl is jealously whining, a sound that he can’t resist either considering how he nudges his mouth with hers.
“ You’re a needy, little slut too, ain’t ya?
” Seeing his tongue briefly slip across her has me inching towards them.
“ You need me to fuck you too? ” One swipe from me gets slid into their raunchy tangling.
“ Have that cunt dripping with fuckin’ cum? ”
“ Yes, ” she desperately begs, lower half grinding against him.
“ Yes, ” our domineering partner snatches a chunk of her hair and possessively tugs it back, “ what? ”
“ Yes, ” her panting deepens sparking my own, “ Sir. ”
“ Such a dirty, little whore begging like that, ” he growls at the same time he palms my ass harder.
“ Begging for a paint job ,” absentmindedly escapes me.
“ Yes, ” Bunny needily nods despite her head being angled towards the sky. “ Give me a paintjob. ”
The echoing of my word choice spurs me to grumble louder.
Hungrier.
“ I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t stand ,” Sir gravelly promises against my mouth, “ and you’re gonna fuck her ‘til she can’t hold in another goddamn drop. ” The opportunity to moan my agreement is stolen by a swift lick at the corner of my lips. “ And then we’re gonna switch places… ”
Ditching our clothes is carelessly done enroute to our bedroom.
Sounds of stitches being split and jeans hitting the ground and shoes clunking into unsuspecting furniture fuse into the carnal Christmas carol I never knew I needed.
With Bunny positioned on the edge of our mattress, on her back, legs bent up to her stomach like handlebars for me to grip onto, it’s impossible to shift into a lower gear.
To slow down.
To not grip onto her knees and drive myself forward until I’m balls deep with juices instantly slathering themselves all along the inside of my thighs.
Juices that are quickly cleaned by tongue swipes from the other side.
“ Fuckkkkk ,” springs free as I thoughtlessly widen my stance.
Grant him better access to drag his tongue across my balls.
Suck.
Drag it again.
Prompt me to buck forward, deeper into Bunny, so that they naturally swing back across the hot, wet muscle toying with my sanity.
Stability.
“ Fuckfuckfuck,” is all I can murmur during his persistent tormenting that he soon adds to by lazily creeping two lube coated digits along the crack of my ass. “ F… ”
“ Be a good, little, filthy fuck, ” Sir instructs, nudging them against the tight ring, pushing me forward, ensuring I continue diving into the wet waves that are ceaselessly drowning my cock, “ and keep going. ” His thrusting harshens, triggering mine to follow suit. “ Make our dirty slut fucking scream. ”
Bunny whimpers in tandem with her muscles clamping down.
“ Your, ” he emphasizes by burying his fingers deeper, “ name. ” Suddenly, they begin to slide out. “ My, ” the previous action is repeated even harder, “name. ”
“ Fuck! ” I bark at the same time I wrench her into my heaving.
“ Our, ” Sir not only forces the two stretching assistants in further, he curls them. Sharply. “ Names. ”
“ Kidddddd ,” howls the trembling woman underneath me, knees anxiously trying to knock together in approval.
Disapproval.
Desperation.
“ You can do better than that, you greedy, little whore, ” our fiancé cockily claims upon removing his fingers and rising to his feet.
“ And you… ” The feeling of his hand on my hip momentarily falters my thrusting, “ spread that cum dumpster wide fucking open, ” there’s no real pause to prepare for his dick being shoved inside, “ and give her what only we can. ”
An inhuman hiss is all that precedes wild pounding.
Sir’s cock tearing my ass in two mirrors me doing the same to our girl causing her tight, wet pussy to relentlessly drip in satisfaction.
Objection.
Devotion.
Pump on top of pump, I pull her into my strokes.
Match the speed I’m being tugged.
Jerked.
Fucked.
I inch one hand over to ruthlessly rub her swollen clit with the pad of my thumb faster and faster until her entire body is blissfully shaking. “ Imcomingggggg! ”
Unsatisfied by her first orgasm, I continue stroking, meeting her thrum for thrum.
Pulse for pulse.
Fucking faster and faster as her pussy seemingly swells again and again.
My determination to fulfil Sir’s demand pushes him to match my pacing.
To ferally buck into me so that I buck into her so that her back bows off the mattress.
And her head wildly whips.
And her breath repeatedly hitches every time she attempts to scream.
“ Be a good girl for me, baby, ” I demand post a sharp hiss myself, head lolling backwards, unconcernedly bumping into his.
“ Say his name. ” Both of Nolan’s fingers demonically dig into my sides, bruising me, controlling the speed of my bouncing on him along with the rate at which I’m bouncing into her.
“ Say our future husband’s fucking name. ”
“ Sirrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!! ” soars up her quivering throat to reverberate around the room, unleashing another orgasm so powerful it buckles my knees.
Hunches me forward.
Has me huffing in refusal to come.
Curling my toes into the flooring to hold it back.
“ Fuckin’ give her that paintjob, ” grunts Sir in tandem with his own thrusting becoming more erratic. “ I wanna see our filthy, fucking whore in white long before our wedding day. ”
His words crashing into her screams that are echoed by her perpetually pulsing pussy convince me to let go.
Bellow.
Bark.
Bellow again to the point my lungs burn while blistering bursts bury themselves in her deepest depths.
The kicking of my dick, naturally tightens every muscle in my body causing my ass to relentlessly clench down on his cock, milking it, the way she’s milking me.
“ Fuckkkkkkk, ” is attached to an unexpected hand being curled around my throat and his forehead resting against the nape of my neck.
“ Take that shit like a good, little, filthy fuck. ” Cum suddenly begins to spread past my ass cheeks.
“ Take that shit just like you’re gonna take my last fuckin’ name. ”