Chapter 67
SIXTY-SEVEN
I Might Run From U - Tawnted
The two men having a moment makes my heart squeeze. I can practically see the brokenness spilling out of both of them. But for some reason, their broken pieces fit together so perfectly.
And here I am. Once again, the odd man out. And it makes my heart break just a little. Because as fucked up as these two are, what they have is kind of… beautiful. And private.
I’ll just… go.
But as soon as I move, both men snap their heads towards me. I freeze, feeling the energy in the room shift.
“Going somewhere?” Logan cocks his head.
“Jus-s-s-s-s-t the bathroom-m-m-m.” Fuck, the words barely come out of my mouth.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Logan jerks his head towards the bed. “Come.”
Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Whatever he wants to do is going to fuck me up. Probably forever. I already feel so tied to these men in a way I can’t escape.
“You’re going to finish what you started.” Logan motions at Ronan, whose pants are still down.
Fear shoots through me. It’s not that I didn’t like it. In fact, I loved it. But the voices in my head got too loud. And I don’t think I can face them again.
“Kota. Now.” Logan’s voice has become demanding.
I calculate if I can make it out of the room before he catches me. Logan must see me looking because he laughs humorlessly, his voice getting dark. “Go ahead. Try and run. It’ll only make it more fun when I catch you.”
His threat sends shivers down my spine.
So, I run.
I dart toward the door, snatching up the handle and slamming it behind me. There’s a thump and a scramble as I dart toward the kitchen. Logan has a habit of leaving his keys on the counter.
“Kotaaaa,” Logan singsongs. “Run faster.”
I slide on the laminate, scrambling for traction. There! The keys are sitting right where I knew they were. Then I’m darting to the door for the garage.
“Going somewhere?” Ronan slides in front of it right before I can get there.
Fuck! I whirl, only to come face to face with Logan. He’s grinning meanly. “Told you to run faster.”
I turn so I’m facing both of them, shooting Ronan a betrayed look.
He shrugs. “Sorry. You’re fun to chase.”
“Kota.” Logan’s voice is deceptively calm, and he takes a step in my direction. I want to take a step back, but there’s nowhere to go.
“S-s-s-top.” I gasp in a breath, but I’m not fully scared. My body is also so turned on right now I can’t handle it.
“You have two choices. Sit on the couch after I carry you there, or sit on the couch by yourself like a good boy.”
I feel the coats on my back. There’s nowhere to go.
I cross my arms and open my mouth to tell Logan to fuck off, but he doesn’t give me a chance. He darts in, snatching me up around my waist and lifting me up.
“One thing you’ll learn, Kota,” Logan smacks my ass. Hard , “is never run from me.”
“Put me down!” I struggle for a half second before trying to wrap my arm around his neck to get him in a neck restraint. Logan just ducks down, and before I realize it, he throws me on the couch. I try to get up, but then Ronan is there, banding his arm around me like a seatbelt.
“Traitor.” I struggle to get away while Logan steps back with a smug look.
Ronan wipes the sweat off his forehead with his free hand, and I freeze. I forgot he doesn’t feel well.
“Sorry, freckles. But I’m curious what your dick would feel like in my mouth.”
His hand moves towards my dick, and then I freeze. A man’s hand hasn’t been this close to my dick since… There’s a ringing in my ears, and all I can hear is my dad’s voice.
Disgusting. Evil. Backwards .
I want to start fighting Ronan with everything I have. I think about pushing him off me, but I’m frozen. I’m stuck there, watching him move towards my dick, stuck. Just like I was as a kid.
“Kota.” Logan’s voice breaks through the ringing in my ears.
I blink, still staring at where Ronan’s hand is at my waistband. But he’s stopped.
“Kota?” Logan’s voice softens.
There’s an odd panting sound, and it takes me a second to realize it’s coming from me. I blink, staring up at Ronan and Logan. Both have slight furrows between their brows.
“Hey,” Ronan says softly.
Oh fuck. Fuck, they’re going to think I’m weird and damaged, and they’re going to be disappointed. The thought of these two being disappointed in me brings way more anxiety than it should.
“Jus-s-s-s-s-” I’m hung up there for so long that I know my face is burning. “Just do it.”
Ronan narrows his eyes at me, but it’s Logan who speaks. “You know you don’t have to, right?”
Don’t have to? Fuck, they’re going to pull away. And maybe I want them to pull away? Thoughts of Logan’s pleasure-filled face when Ronan sucked him off fill my head, and I feel my dick throbbing in my sweats.
“I s-s-s-said fucking do it!” My words come out pissed, and I’m not sure why I’m pissed. I shouldn’t be pissed; neither man has done anything wrong. In fact, they’ve been nice. Fucking nice ? Are they trying to hide how disgusting they think I am?
Part of me screams that I’m not disgusting, but I shove that part down. I want them to confirm I’m the disgusting piece of shit I’ve always known I am without all the fake kindness.
“Do it!” I pull my sweats down, exposing my dick. It’s so hard that I can feel every pulse of my heartbeat in it. “If you let me think about how wrong it is-s-s-s-s, I’ll fucking s-s-s-s-s-stop.”
Suddenly, Logan is in my face. I suck in a breath as he cocks his head slowly. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“I…” I go blank because Logan’s blue eyes are narrowed, and he’s pissed.
“Say it again. I dare you.”
What did I say? I’ll stop?
“The part about it being what ?” Logan’s clenching his jaw so hard his words are coming out in a hiss. “Let’s get one thing straight. Dick sucking is not wrong. Gay sex is not wrong. I’m so fucking—” He yanks back, fisting his hand and pressing it to the strap of his ball cap. His chest heaves. “You’re not gonna run, Kota. Cause I won’t let you.”
I’m staring at Logan, unsure how to react.
“Sorry, Logan’s PMSing.” Ronan leans in and bites my nipple through my shirt. “Shall we get on with what you’ve begged us to do?” He shoots Logan a glare.
Logan glares right back. “It’s not fucking wrong.”
“Too much talk, not enough show.” Ronan purrs, running his mouth down the slope of my abs. When he hits the skin of my waist, his hot breath makes goosebumps run down my thighs. My dick jumps, and I suck in a breath.
Logan turns his blue stare on me. “The only thing I want to hear from you is how much you like it and what a good boy you are.”
Logan’s jaw is so strong, with the slightest hint of stubble there. It makes my mouth water.
“Such a good boy.” Ronan’s voice is grumbly, and he runs his finger up and down my hip.
“Agree?” Logan narrows his eyes on me. “If you don’t say what a good boy you are, we stop. Got it?”
What? Fear runs through me as the past wars with the present. I want to enjoy this right now. I want it. But I’m also scared. Is there a reality where this is okay?
I’m frozen again, but then Ronan wraps his hand around my dick. My hard dick. He starts jerking me, and I’m already feeling so fucking good. I let out a small moan.
“This is okay.” Logan’s tracing my jaw. “You’re okay.”
I clench it, my whole body stiff. Is this really happening?
Disgusting. You’re fucking nasty. But even as those words run through my head, Logan’s overlap on top. “You’re allowed to like this,” Logan says.
I close my eyes.
“No,” Logan demands, and my head is yanked to the side right as Ronan’s hot mouth closes over the tip of my dick. I gasp, my eyes snapping open to see Logan holding my chin. He’s watching me with a look that is far too knowing for my taste. “Keep your eyes open. Stay with us.”
Stay with us.
I open my mouth to argue, and Logan arches an eyebrow. “Say anything else, and you don’t get to come.”
There’s a disappointed groan around my dick, vibrating pleasure through me. I also groan, crunching over.
“There you go. You’re taking it so well.” Logan reaches his other hand out to tangle it in Ronan’s hair. Then, he shoves Ronan’s head down on my dick.
Ronan chokes, and the following tightness makes me see stars.
“Dakota.” Logan smirks when I look at him. He lets Ronan up, then tells me, “Say it. Tell me what a good boy you are.”
Ronan sucks in a breath, then gets right back to work on my dick. And now I’m working to keep from coming. He’s wringing every ounce of pleasure from me, and it feels so fucking good.
“Ronan,” Logan says.
Ronan grunts, then reluctantly pulls off me with a pop.
“I-I-I,” I’m stuck on the word. It’s trapped in my fear. I don’t want to say that. It feels like screaming my truth into the world, and I don’t want it to be heard.
Ronan gives a grunt of frustration, staring at my dick. “Just do what his bossy ass wants. I need you.”
I clench my jaw as Ronan shifts on his heels.
“I’m a g-g-g-good boy.” As soon as the words are out, Ronan drops down on my dick like he’s starving, wrapping his mouth around me. Immediately, the hot, wet pleasure is back.
“Good boy.” Logan pets my head. “You have no choice but to enjoy this. I’ll make you enjoy it.” Then his voice drops softer, “You’re not doing anything wrong.”
I can barely process his words, with a mixture of pleasure and confusion running through me. It feels so fucking good.
“Say it again.” Logan gets up, rounding behind Ronan and running his hands down Ronan’s back. Ronan groans, getting up on all fours and vibrating my dick in such a pleasant way I almost come.
“Kotaaa.” Logan’s pulling Ronan’s pants down now, and I stare as his ass is exposed to Logan. Then, Logan’s gaze snaps up to mine in a warning.
“I-I-I’m a good boy.”
“Yes, you are.” Logan reaches around, grabbing Ronan’s dick, making him moan again. My hand snaps down into Ronan’s hair, wanting to both pull him off me and push me deeper. It’s all so much, the pleasure wrapping around my whole body.
The hand Ronan isn’t using to grip the base of my cock moves down to fondle my balls, and immediately, I feel them draw up.
“No,” I gasp, pulling on his hair. I’ll come right now. And I… don’t want to. I want to keep feeling this for a while longer. Just in case… just in case this is the last time I get to feel this. Because fuck, if I don’t like it. In fact, I love it.
Then, Logan’s pants are down. He pulls a bottle of lube out of his pants and dribbles it on his dick, stroking it up and down. His rings glint in the light and somehow look so manly on his huge hand wrapped around his huge dick. That, combined with his powerful body and his beautiful ink, makes my mouth fucking water.
“Again, Dakota.” Logan moves his hand down to Ronan’s ass. “Tell me you’re hot.”
I stare at them. Is he going to…
Logan stops. “Tell me you’re hot, or I’ll stop.”
Ronan tenses and then looks up at me. He doesn’t take me out of his mouth, but I see the demand there. He wants me to do it.
“I…I’m h-h-hot.”
“Good.” Logan massages Ronan’s ass. “Good boy.” He presses his hand in and out of Ronan’s ass, and he grips the base of my dick so hard I grunt. It’s quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever been involved in.
Logan lines his dick up with Ronan’s ass. He presses slowly, and Ronan groans. Logan looks like he’s holding himself back, his veins standing out on his neck and forearms. “Fuck, Ronan.”
Ronan sputters, coming up for breath, then gasps, “God.”
Logan laughs, and then his hips buck forward. It pushes Ronan into me, and he grips my thigh with his free hand, digging his nails in. It makes a bolt of pain run through me, which makes my dick throb.
“Oh fuck, Ronan.” Logan breathes heavily, pulling back and then pushing back in. Then he raises his hand and spanks Ronan. Hard. “You feel so fucking good.”
Ronan shivers. I watch the goosebumps run up his stiff arms. Logan keeps hitting, spanking that same spot over and over until it blooms bright red. It’s hot as hell, and it makes me want to both comfort Ronan and be him. I run my hand through his hair soothingly.
That seems to bring Ronan back, just barely, and he once again swallows my dick.
This time, I don’t hold back the moan. It comes out of me all breathy and needy.
“He’s so hot, hmmm?” Logan looks at me as he pumps into Ronan, digging his fingers into the red spot on his ass so deep I’m sure his nails are digging in.
I just nod, my mouth dry.
“Say it. Say how hot he is.”
“So hot,” I gasp.
“Look at both of my sluts.” Logan draws his hand back, raising it to slap Ronan on the ass again. In the spot that’s starting to bruise.
Ronan nearly bites down on my dick, and I hiss.
Logan tosses us a smirk. “Such good sluts for daddy.”
Right then, Ronan grips me hard and sucks with such pressure I think he’s going to suck the soul out of my body. Then, his other hand moves south, tracing the tips of my toes and up the arch of my foot.
The pleasure crashes through me like a wave, overriding everything else. My balls draw up, and my dick stiffens.
“I’m going to–” My eyes roll back, and suddenly, I’m coming. Pleasure short-circuits my brain, taking over everything as burst after burst of heaven fills Ronan’s mouth. He sucks me eagerly, his throat swallowing around me, only prolonging my pleasure.
It feels like it goes on forever. As I slowly come down, Logan purrs, “Say thank you, sir.”
“Thank you, Ronan,” I say automatically.
“And me?” Logan raises his eyebrow.
“Thank you, Logan.” It takes me a minute to realize I didn’t stutter on the L. I’m doing something I never thought I’d be allowed to do, and yet my brain feels a level of comfort?
I vaguely notice Logan increasing the force of his thrusts. When Ronan lets go of my dick, I hear him grunt.
“Come,” Logan demands.
Ronan gives a breathy laugh, “Make me.”
And then Logan does.