Chapter Six #2
“Make him cum, Finley,” Ez ordered, and if there was any doubt as to who was in control, that doubt was gone. Jonah glanced down and Finley winked up at him. He pulled off to lap at the head of Jonah’s cock, then swallowed him down again, sucking hard.
Jonah cried out, trying desperately to move. Rafe growled against his throat, and when he moved, the hard line of his cock pressed against Jonah’s arse. “Not yet, treasure,” he said in Jonah’s ear. “Let him work for it.”
One hand slid around the front of Jonah’s throat, holding him in place. The other wrapped around his waist and Rafe bit down the back of Jonah’s neck, rocking his hips against him. Jonah whined.
“I – Fuck, I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” Rafe growled.
Finley sucked hard again, and Jonah came with a short cry, spilling down his throat. He sagged back against Rafe, who nipped his earlobe, rubbing a hand soothingly over his belly.
Finley rocked back onto his heels, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. Rafe scoffed.
“You don’t have to look that proud of yourself,” he said. He let go of Jonah and took hold of his softening cock, stroking it slowly. Jonah whined. Rafe stopped moving but didn’t let go.
“Why not?” Finley asked, getting to his feet. He took Jonah’s face in both his hands and kissed him deeply. Jonah groaned at the taste of himself, then again when Rafe stroked him like he was trying to cause a distraction. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” Finley asked against Jonah’s mouth.
“Y – Yeah.”
Finley kissed him again and Jonah was so caught up in it, he didn’t notice what Rafe was doing until the cock ring was fixed snugly around the base of his cock. He let out a cry of dismay, and both Finley and Rafe chuckled.
“Let me see you,” Rafe said.
Finley stepped back and Rafe moved around Jonah, cool air rushing in to fill the space where he’d just been. Jonah fought the urge to cross his arms over his chest. He knew there were marks on him now, the underwear pulled down, so it cupped his balls and not his cock.
“Gorgeous,” Rafe said, as reverently as he’d spoken back in his bedroom.
Torin groaned from the sofa. He was grinding back against Damon’s fingers, Damon’s big cock in his grasp, but they were both looking at Jonah.
Ez, too. He uncrossed his legs when he saw Jonah looking, and there was no hiding the line of his cock in his trousers.
“Damon, Rafe, take him to bed,” Ez said. Torin let out a disgruntled noise when Damon pulled his fingers free, tugging him down for a dirty kiss before Damon rose to his feet.
“What about the rest of you?” Jonah asked.
Ez smirked. “We’ll be there,” he said.
The bedroom was through another set of double doors, though with them open, Jonah realised the others could still see inside. Rafe pushed Jonah toward the bed with a hand on his lower back, but it was Damon who tugged him onto it, pulling him up onto his knees.
“Which big cock do you want to take first?” Damon asked, murmuring the words in Jonah’s ear like they were a secret. Rafe heard him, of course, teasing the edge of Jonah’s collar.
“He can have yours,” Rafe said. “I’d much rather fuck this pretty mouth.”
Damon grinned. He leaned in to kiss Jonah sweetly, tugging on the chain that connected the nipple clamps to his collar. “How do you want me?”
Jonah frowned up at him. “I – What—?”
“You’re going to be taking a lot tonight,” Damon said. “As much as I’d like to stretch you open and fill you over and over—”
“Do it,” Jonah said, the words out of his mouth before he could think twice about them. He wanted that, wanted that feral side of Damon he’d first experienced in his labyrinth.
Damon grinned. “Get over here, dragon. Your pretty treasure doesn’t want to take it slowly tonight.”
Rafe pressed up closer against Jonah’s back. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”
“Open him on your cock before you fuck his throat.”
Rafe let out a quiet groan, tugging on Jonah’s collar like he couldn’t help himself. Jonah shivered. His cock made a valiant attempt to harden.
“That what you want?” Rafe asked.
“Y – Yes.”
“I want to taste you myself,” Rafe said. “And I’m sure Damon wouldn’t mind your pretty lips around his cock, either.”
They moved him like it was nothing, and Jonah found himself with his arse in the air, mouth over Damon’s hard cock. His tongue flicked out, tasting the head. Rafe spread him open from behind, and as Jonah sucked the head of Damon’s cock, Rafe speared him over with his long tongue.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Damon groaned.
There was movement behind them, and Jonah heard Torin groan. He couldn’t turn his head, but he heard the rhythmic slapping of skin together and wondered who was fucking him.
Ez? Finley?
One of Damon’s big hands landed on his head and Jonah loosened his jaw, taking more of him. Drool escaped the corners of his mouth, and he groaned every time Rafe sucked at his rim, tongue licking deep inside him. Jonah groaned when Rafe pulled out, nipping at one of his arse cheeks.
Fabric rustled and the head of Rafe’s thick cock pressed against Jonah’s hole. Damon forced Jonah deeper. Rafe pushed slowly inside, and Jonah’s eyes fluttered closed.
Fuck, but he couldn’t imagine anything better than this. Damon grunted every time Jonah sucked, and Rafe let out a shuddering breath as each ridge pushed past Jonah’s rim. Torin muttered curses, and he was sure Finley and Ez were groaning, and even though he couldn’t see, he didn’t care—
Rafe’s hips jerked forward. Jonah cried out, the sound muffled by Damon’s cock, when Rafe speared his prostate. His own cock jerked, pre-cum pooling between his knees. Rafe fucked him hard for a few minutes before he pulled out, letting out a snarl.
“He’s open enough.”
Damon pulled Jonah’s head off his cock. He didn’t bother moving; instead, he grabbed Jonah around the waist and turned him. Jonah let out a little laugh when he found himself on his hands and knees again, and Damon slapped his thigh.
“Open up,” Rafe said. His voice was husky, but Jonah was distracted by the sight before him.
Torin was bent over the bed, eyes glassy as Finley fucked into him from behind.
They were both naked, but Ez was behind the two of them, still fully dressed as he fucked Finley.
His eyes were black, one clawed hand tight around Finley’s throat, but otherwise he hadn’t changed.
Jonah turned his head, looking back at Damon. “Are you gonna…?”
Damon palmed his cock. He was already huge in his human form, but Jonah knew what he wanted. He wanted Damon stretching him even further open, wanted Finley’s knot in him, Torin’s tentacles, Ez…
“That what you want, pretty boy?”
Jonah nodded, eyes big and wide.
Damon chuckled, and he was still for a second before the change overcame him. Rafe stroked a hand through Jonah’s hair. “He’s going to wreck you before we’ve even begun.”
Jonah tore his eyes away from Damon, from the horns he’d been eyeing, and looked up at Rafe through his lashes. Rafe’s cock was inches away from his mouth, hot and slick. “You can all still use me anyway,” he said, heat coiling in his stomach.
The reaction was instantaneous. Damon snarled from behind, pressing up against Jonah so sharply that his cockhead pressed against Jonah’s slack hole.
Rafe pulled his hair tight enough for it to sting.
Torin cried out and came, and Jonah might have thought that was a coincidence except for the way Torin was staring at him when he looked over.
Finley growled low in his throat, and the air thickened again, seeming to pulse around them. Jonah met Ez’s eyes and was rewarded with a smirk and phantom fingertips against his cock.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Ez said.
Jonah stared back at him. It certainly wasn’t that, but it was something for another time. For now, he opened up readily as Rafe pressed his cock against Jonah’s lips and groaned as he felt Damon push into him from behind.
Neither of them was in a mood to go slow. Damon held him in place, pushing and pushing until his hips met Jonah’s arse. Rafe was of a similar mind, though he rocked in and out, allowing Jonah to catch his breath.
Jonah closed his eyes and relaxed. He pressed his tongue to the underside of Rafe’s cock as he clenched around Damon’s, but otherwise, he let them do the work, let them thrust and groan and fuck as they chased their release.
It made his cock harder, and he was desperate to cum again. He squeezed around Damon’s cock again, as tight as he could, and felt it swell a little in response, stretching him even wider.
“Fuck,” Damon ground out. He slammed his hips forward, cock brushing Jonah’s prostate. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight…”
Rafe murmured his agreement. His hand had moved from Jonah’s hair to the collar, and he tugged on it when he wanted Jonah to lift his head.
Jonah pulled almost all the way off Rafe’s cock, letting it rest between his lips as he looked up.
His eyes were wet, and he was sure his face was red, lips swollen.
Rafe’s eyes flashed gold. “Perfect,” he growled, and Jonah watched scales ripple up the line of his throat. Like Ez, he was still almost fully dressed, and Jonah wanted to strip him, but he wanted his cock more.
Rafe held him in place, though, so Jonah licked over his slit, sucking on what he could reach. Rafe’s eyes fluttered closed even as Damon delivered a particularly hard slam, shoving Jonah forward and further down Rafe’s cock.
“You close, dragon?” Damon asked.
“Always,” Rafe replied. He glanced down at Jonah. “You want him to cum in you? Want him to breed your pretty hole?”
Jonah groaned. Rafe thrust his hips, his cock filling Jonah’s mouth, his throat.
“Good boy. Make sure you swallow mine, too.”
Finley came with a low groan, and the phantom hands returned, plucking at Jonah’s nipples and stroking his cock as Damon and Rafe fucked him deep. He shook all over, desperate to cum, but the ring prevented it.