Fifty-Four
FIFTY-FOUR
Mia
DEAR GOD . I WAS pretty sure I shouldn’t be getting off on this as much as I was. Nat was literally crying, and I didn’t think it was only because of the way he kept wriggling forward to choke himself on my strap-on every time I tried to ease back and give him a break.
No one was even touching me; not really. My only point of contact with another person was my hand tangled in Nat’s thick, dark hair. I didn’t even have the strap-on’s second dildo inside me. And yet, I was pumping out slick like a waterfall.
Luca, who appeared to be enjoying himself way too much, made a humming noise and changed his angle. Nat jolted as though he’d been electrocuted and let out a muffled, strangled noise around the fake cock in his mouth.
“Mmm, found it,” Luca said, and started pounding into Nat’s ass in earnest.
Tears streamed down Nat’s cheeks as he whined and jerked beneath the assault. I wondered what he was working through in the privacy of his own thoughts and emotions. He’d been messed up so badly by the very people who were supposed to have supported him. Maybe, if I’d understood exactly how badly they’d messed him up, I might’ve done a better job of keeping our marriage from going off the rails.
But that trail of thought led to a dead end. I couldn’t imagine a world where I’d never met the others... where we hadn’t somehow ended up together in this room tonight.
An idea popped into my head, bringing with it another little burst of heat in my belly. If I hadn’t downed three drinks in the last three hours, I probably wouldn’t have had the courage to say it aloud. But...
“Nat, honey, do you want Luca to spank you while he fucks you?” My voice sounded sweet and heavy like molasses. I barely recognized it.
That had gotten Luca’s attention, at least. He slowed the sharp snap of his hips to a lazy roll.
“Oh, I like the sound of that,” he said, sounding a bit breathless. “Do you deserve to be spanked, Nat?”
Nat had gone absolutely still, the tip of the dildo still resting on his tongue. After an endless moment, he gave a small nod around his mouthful, not opening his tightly closed eyes.
“He says yes,” I reported, my heartbeat thudding fast and hard in my chest.
“Well, he has been a bad boy, hasn’t he?” Luca said philosophically, running his fingertips over one smooth, muscular ass cheek.
Nat shuddered.
“You two are absolute menaces,” Byron said from his vantage point overseeing the action. “Please never change.”
His words kindled a different kind of warmth inside me—higher up, behind my ribcage. I was distracted from the feeling when the first sharp smack of flesh on flesh nearly made Nat levitate off the desk. Luca hadn’t messed around when he’d been opening Nat up for his cock, and he clearly wasn’t messing around now. He set up an unpredictable rhythm of echoing, flat-palmed spanks in counterpoint to his steady thrusts. Nat jerked and cried out around the dildo, breathing so hard and fast that I eventually pulled him off just so I could be sure he wasn’t choking for real. I resumed stroking his hair, telling him how good he was being for Luca, and how hot he looked like this.
After a couple of minutes of this, Nat’s fingers clutched convulsively at the edges of the desk, the muscles of his back rippling and arching. He let out a terrible, strangled noise like a sob, his entire body going rigid.
“ Fuuuck ,” Luca groaned. “God, he just came so hard . Ugh, too much, too much —”
He pulled out of Nat’s ass, staggering a few steps away and collapsing on the couch, still hard. The condom on his dick glistened with lube.
“Looks like you’re up next, Mia.” Byron sauntered over to me. Goosebumps erupted on my skin as he ran a possessive hand down my body, from my throat, over my breast and stomach and lower, where he paused to give the strap-on a single, twisting stroke as though it were a real cock.
I let out a low moan that was nearly a growl, and he smirked.
“Feels like your husband did a pretty good job of keeping your dick wet,” he said, “But make sure to use lots of lube anyway. I know he can take this thing, but you’ll still need to go slow.”
My pussy let out another pulse of slick, and I nodded.
With a final stroke of Nat’s hair, I rounded to the other side of the desk, where the bottle labeled GUN OIL in blocky capital letters was balanced near the edge. As I dribbled some over the dildo, I was struck by just how red Nat’s ass was. I couldn’t see any serious bruising, but both cheeks were practically glowing in the room’s low light.
“Oh, look at you,” I said with sympathy. “I’m going to fuck you now. Do you want that, Nat?”
Byron was holding Nat pinned to the desk with a hand between his shoulder blades, but Nat had gone utterly limp in the aftermath of his orgasm.
“Yes, please,” he murmured, his voice sounding younger than I’d ever heard it.
“Good boy,” Byron rumbled. “Now, let her in.”
I didn’t have any experience with this, and it took a second to find the right angle with the tip of the strap-on. Nat’s hole was puffy and slack, but the dildo still looked almost comically large as I tentatively pressed forward.
I watched, fascinated, as the muscles around Nat’s ring tensed and fluttered, only to ease beneath the pressure after a moment. The tip of the dildo slipped inside, but it immediately came up against a second point of resistance. Nat keened, and I froze.
“He’s all right,” Byron said. “Keep going. Slowly .”
I tried rocking back a fraction of an inch and easing forward again, repeating the movement several times until I felt Nat’s body give way for me, the head of the fake cock popping past the constriction.
“Oh god,” Nat choked out past a sob. “ Mia .”
“ Nat ,” I groaned, desperate for something I couldn’t quite articulate.
Nat’s body trembled beneath me. Unable to stop myself, I ran a hand over the red of his ass cheek, feeling heat radiate against my palm. The muscles gripping my strap-on clenched convulsively. When they eased, I found I could press deeper inside him.
There was something thrilling about watching the dildo disappear inside his body, inch by inch until only the knot at the base remained. I pulled out slowly and pressed forward again, surprised by the way Nat’s body almost seemed to suck the cock inside. Nat let out a wavering moan.
“There we go.” Byron, who was still mostly dressed except for his suit jacket, unzipped and pulled out his impressive erection. He grasped it by the base and gently slapped Nat’s cheeks with it. “Now, I’m going to fuck your wife with this while she fucks you. And you’re going to lie here and take it, because you know it’s what you deserve.”
Nat writhed for a moment before going limp again. “Yes, Byron,” he whispered. “Pl-please fuck my wife.”
“ Such a good boy,” Luca put in, from his exhausted slouch on the sofa. “I just knew this was going to be a great show.”
The moment Byron had said ‘ I’m going to fuck your wife ,’ I’d nearly started hyperventilating. The alpha gave Nat’s cheek a final pat and went to grab a sturdy wooden footstool from beside the nearest bookshelves. He dragged it over and gently urged me to pull out of Nat’s body.
Nat whimpered as the dildo slipped free.
“Here, stand on this,” Byron said, positioning it by the desk. “Nat, roll onto your back. Mia, hook his knees over your elbows and get back inside him. Then spread your legs as wide as you can for me, beautiful.”
Nat flopped over and repositioned himself, with about as much grace as a landed fish. I clumsily did as Byron directed, finding the angle completely different. It felt far more intimate this way, with Nat’s pleasure-drugged gaze blinking up at me.
His legs were heavy over my arms, and it took a couple of tries to line up the strap-on correctly before it slid in, more easily than the first time.
Nat moaned. Then I moaned, as Byron slotted in behind me with his taller frame. The footstool was exactly the right height for his cock—now sheathed in a condom—to slide between my legs until it nudged at my entrance.
“Fuck, yes ,” I groaned as he slowly slid in, filling me the way I’d needed so badly.
“Mmm, my perfect girl,” he rumbled in my ear. “Nice and easy, now.”
He pressed my upper body forward, reaching around me to take the weight of Nat’s bent legs. Then we were moving, Byron’s smooth rocking motion driving me into Nat’s body in a lazy rhythm. Nat’s mouth fell open, his head lolling back and his eyes growing unfocused as the dildo stroked into him, over and over.
God... I wasn’t going to last. It was too much. Too good. The slightly awkward angle of having Byron entering me from behind while we were both standing meant that every thrust tugged and pressed on my passage in ways I’d never felt before.
“D-don’t stop,” I begged. “Byron, oh, god, don’t stop!”
“If it was up to me, I’d never stop, baby girl,” Byron rumbled against the shell of my ear.
Beneath us, Nat looked like someone having a religious experience—but at the sound of Byron’s voice, he shuddered violently. Hot come painted my belly as he spurted, his ass grabbing and dragging at the dildo even as Byron kept the rhythm going.
“Love you,” Nat panted. “Love you so much, Mia. Please... please, I can’t—”
And I was done for.
My orgasm crashed down like an avalanche, my cries joined by Nat’s as I jerked into him with abandon. Byron snarled and pulled out of me before I could clamp down on him. He let go of Nat’s legs in favor of grasping my hips—easing me backward, out of Nat and off the footstool before my balance gave out and sent me tumbling.
“Luca, help Nat,” Byron ordered, sweeping me up in his arms and crossing the room. He tossed me onto the huge bed as though I weighed nothing. My stomach swooped as I landed on the soft mattress with a bounce.
Impatient fingers unbuckled the harness around my hips and tossed it away. Then I was flipped onto my front, and those strong, demanding hands dragged my hips up. Byron slammed into me from behind, and I wailed—rutting back against him as he jackhammered my oversensitive passage.
I came again at the same time he did, squeezing my eyes shut and biting a mouthful of the pretty, dove gray coverlet almost hard enough to tear the fabric. Waves and waves of ecstasy washed through me as Byron’s knot swelled inside me, my muscles bearing down to trap him there before he could try to leave again.
We folded gracelessly to the side in the aftermath, tied together and slick with sweat. The amazing, mindless tide of wellbeing I’d come to associate with being knotted flowed over me, warm and serene. It deepened even more when another limp body flopped down in front of me—Nat, deposited next to us by Luca.
“My ass hurts and I don’t even care,” Nat slurred, looking about as blissed-out as I felt.
“That’s because you’re a good boy who deserves to enjoy his afterglow,” Luca said with faint amusement. “Don’t worry, I promise you’ll care more in the morning.”
I snickered, unable to help myself, then stopped to watch appreciatively as Luca leaned down for a slow, filthy kiss with my husband. Nat hummed into the press of lips, but I could see sleep threatening to overtake him.
Luca had pity on him after a few seconds, moving on to kiss me, and finally Byron—whose low, male noise of satisfaction sent a pleasant shiver along my nerves.
Leaning past Nat’s prone form, Luca stroked hair back from my face, smiling down at me. “That was awesome, but I’m too wired to cuddle right now. I’m going upstairs to see how Emiel’s getting on with that trashy novel.”
A prickle of interest tried to fight its way past my knotting fugue, only to fizzle in the face of all the oxytocin floating around in my brain. Behind me, Byron made a disgruntled noise that seemed to lose steam in a similar fashion.
“’Kay,” I mumbled. “Y’know... he’s probably still got those handcuffs. Just saying.”
“Yeah, I’m sure he does,” Luca said, and I knew I wasn’t imagining the tone of speculation behind the words.