Chapter 11 #5
Would he ruin me?
I must be dumber than even I realized because that didn’t sound like a bad thing.
His finger vanished, but when it returned it was slick.
He dipped into my body without warning. Stretching me.
It didn’t necessarily hurt, but he added another finger and pushed me to the limit, scissoring his fingers, making room in my body.
The muscles burned with the new sensation.
I was horrified as I found myself undulating, fucking back against him, needing more.
Wanting him to give me the reward that would go with the pain.
Stroke my prostate.
Fuck me from the inside.
I needed it more than anything. I’d been dreaming of a moment like this with KC, and never in a million years would I have imagined Ren teasing my asshole, coaxing me open, but here we were.
And I was getting played. Things with Ren would go sour for me. I knew it. He wasn’t a good guy. But the more he toyed with my asshole, the more willing I was to pretend that wasn’t true.
It was all stupid.
But this got me closer to KC.
And it got me something darker I’d never imagined wanting before I’d met Ren.
I didn’t want it to stop.
Ren spread his fingers so far that I had to rest my forehead on KC’s shoulder and take long, steady breaths to get through it.
“Deeper,” I growled against KC’s skin. He shivered.
KC whimpered. “Oh fuck yeah. I want to be deep inside you, too.”
My head swam. I might pass out from the bizarre mix of pleasure and pain.
KC ran his hands down my back, and I arched my spine, trying to get more. He shifted, and I shuddered when I realized he was leaning to the side so he could get a peek at what Ren was doing to my ass.
“Look at what’s going to tear you apart.” Ren pinched my ass, and I hissed, twisting around.
KC and I stared, and honestly, that order had probably been directed at both of us. Ren tipped his head back. He was such an arrogant asshole. He stood with his feet spread and held his cock like it was a sword. With a shit-eating grin, he slid a condom over himself.
“How’s this for team effort?” KC said.
I was confused for a second, but then he grabbed one of my asscheeks in each hand and spread me open.
Moaning, I braced myself and tried to angle my ass higher.
Ren came in behind me and slid his hands along my arms, forcing mine to the back of the couch on either side of KC.
He bit my neck, and it wasn’t a tease, just straight up sank his teeth into my skin to mark me.
My eyes rolled back into my head and I yelled, but the wash of warmth that scrabbled through my body made me feel like my insides had been replaced with helium.
“Not so rough with him,” KC said, and he sounded a little more forceful than he had so far.
He ran his hands along my sides. The soothing caresses got twisted up with the pain from Ren’s teeth, which had me plummeting to earth, then flying toward the sun.
It was a barrage of conflicting sensations that left tears spilling down my cheeks, and I hadn’t even been fucked yet.
Ren growled, then licked my aching neck. The gentle heat flicking over the forming bruise had me shuddering. “He loves it. Look at him.”
“So pretty.”
Was KC talking about me? I forced myself to peek at him, but my eyes slipped shut again as he kissed me, the sweet, sensual pull of his mouth making the tears fall faster.
“Yeah, he really is.” Did Ren truly think that? Or was this more of his mind games?
Blunt pressure at my asshole had me seizing up. Ren nudged there. He’d stretched me, but I wasn’t used to everything going on, and I was so far from relaxed it was on the other side of the galaxy.
“Damn it.” I shivered and tried to think. I needed to open up, push out, let him in, but he was so big.
He pressed forward and the burning from before came back, but he sucked on that tender spot on my neck. The painful pleasure was the perfect distraction.
My cock took on a life of its own. The urge to come surged inside me as white-hot need pooled in my groin.
Ren popped past the ring of muscle guarding my hole, and I yelled, a breathy cry that made me feel stupid and needy. But I was needy. I needed this like I’d never needed anything in my life.
And everyone in this room had to know I was stupid by now.
“More,” I said into KC’s mouth.
“Fuck. Oh, holy fuck. You’re tight.” Ren dropped his cheek to the top of my head and eased forward, which left me scrabbling at KC’s shoulders.
Those piercings tugged on my rim as one popped inside me.
Jerk or not, he must’ve realized he was big and the piercings were a whole fucking thing, since he stopped and waited for me to adjust.
“You good?” he asked through gritted teeth.
KC stared at me, awe in his eyes that made me feel amazing, but I sniffled and tears kept pouring down my face.
“Are you okay?” KC asked, using his thumbs to brush away the tears.
“It’s too much.” I sagged forward.
Ren snorted. “I told you.”
“Told me what?” I snapped over my shoulder. I tensed on him, which did not help, but he let out a hiss and his expression went slack.
“You don’t have what it takes,” he murmured into my ear before pulling out.
He moved too fast, and I felt like I was being electrocuted as those piercings went backward out of my asshole.
But as soon as he was gone, I missed the sensation.
Perhaps if I wasn’t so fucking tense from his goading, this would’ve been possible.
I was getting ready to tell him to try again when he fell on his ass on the couch to my left. He had a new condom in his hand, which he opened. He used one hand to tug at the waistband of KC’s sweatpants, and KC helped him by wriggling around while they got them down to his knees.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
Ren rolled his eyes as he slid the condom onto KC. I remembered that cock, wanted it in me as much today as I had yesterday, perhaps even more. Ren slicked KC up. “Fuck our Oliver.”
“Yeah,” he said harshly.
“Ours?” I asked.
Ren grabbed my hips and moved me. I was shocked to find my head resting in his lap, his pierced cock waving beside my face.
KC was faster than lightning and grinned down at me in a microsecond.
I was too dazed to realize what was happening until my knees were near my ears and he was easing his cock into my abused hole.
The sensation of being filled by a scalding-hot, pulsing dick—not a toy—had me scrabbling at the couch. The stretch burned a little, but he wasn’t as big as Ren, and the simple difference allowed me to relax as he slid inside easily.
“So good,” he said with a sigh.
I couldn’t look away from his stunned face.
I did that. Pride swelled inside me. He bumped along my prostate, and the pleasure instantly had me at the point of coming again.
I’d gotten off with a massager before, but it was nothing like having a man jam his hard dick into my P-spot. It was so much more intense.
I’d been missing out.
Damn, had I ever been missing out.
I clawed at the back of the couch with one hand and grabbed Ren’s calf with the other, anchoring myself in place. He slid his hand into my curls and pulled.
That was it.
Ren yanked my hair and the sting skipped down my spine, an odd pleasure.
KC pounded my asshole, then started striking my prostate harder than a hammer.
My orgasm hit me out of nowhere. I gasped as my muscles contracted.
Electric heat tore me apart and put me back together.
My stomach went molten hot as my cock pumped cum onto my chest. My muscles twitched so viciously I was on the edge of a cramp in my thighs.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I shouted.
“Oh yeah.” Ren scooped the cum off my chest with two fingers and fed it to KC as he pumped away in my hole.
Another shockwave of pleasure ricocheted through me and left me shouting.
KC whimpered as he sucked on Ren’s fingers, and I watched Ren’s cock jerk and slap against his inked abs.
KC rammed home, filling me beyond full, a sweetly painful feeling I wanted again in the future, and he stiffened.
His cock pulsed inside me, and I wished he wasn’t wearing a condom.
I wanted to be dripping with his spunk, his essence.
God, I wanted to belong to KC.
“Oh, that’s the way a stud works someone over. Are you coming in that tight little hole? You look so good.” Ren thumbed KC’s bottom lip.
“Yeah, oh my God, yeah. Thank you. Thank you.”
I wasn’t sure if KC was thanking me or Ren, but he slumped and buried his face against my neck. The tiny kisses he hid there had more tears swimming in my vision.
Ren stared down at us, and the fire in his eyes reminded me of a demon.
Please, let me be his sacrifice.
“My turn.” He jerked my hair so hard it sent pain screaming down to tingle in my dick and I couldn’t help but squeeze on KC’s sensitive cock. He whimpered and pulled out. I squirmed at the sensation of gaping open.
It was good and bad. Bad because I wanted to be filled; good because it reminded me that I had been filled.
Ren was kind of scary. I didn’t think I would ever want to be alone with him. KC brushed his lips across my cheek as he moved. I lost my comfortable spot on Ren’s lap, and I was dazed as he yanked me up to my feet.
“What—”
“Move.”
I stumbled as he shoved me over to a recliner.
He pushed the back so the footrest came out, and I wasn’t sure what was happening until he pressed me down on my hands and knees.
My ass was angled up, thanks to the chair.
It was a sturdy, wide recliner meant for lazy days watching TV.
He tugged me around until my ass was facing the side.
I realized I was higher than I would’ve been on the couch when he stepped closer and his massive cock was back at my hole.
Apparently, he planned to stand and fuck me. I wanted to make some snarly comment about him being lazy, but my mouth wasn’t up to the task.