21. Chapter 21 #2
“I hate you.” My dick throbs in his hand while I push back onto Kincaid's fingers.
Trembley chuckles. “Sure you do.”
Kincaid’s fingers drive deeper, hitting the spot over and over, as Trembley’s grip on me tightens. Pressure builds low in my stomach, spreading fast until my thighs start to shake.
No. No. No.
It’s too soon. Too fast.
My fingers dig into the muscle of Trembley’s chest, and my hips jerk forward as my hole clamps around Kincaid’s fingers. “No—fuck, I’m—”
Too late.
My dick pulses in Trembley's fist, ropes of cum landing across his stomach and chest.
“Mmm, look at that pretty dick making a mess.” Trembley licks his lips. “Give me all of it. Cover me.”
A whine rips out of me as he keeps stroking while Kincaid continues fucking me with his fingers until I’m oversensitive and squirming. “Too . . Too much.”
Kincaid pulls his fingers out, and Trembley lets go of my dick. He swipes his other hand through my cum, then starts stroking himself with it. “So fucking good.”
My face burns. I push up onto my hands, turning away from them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
Kincaid’s palm cracks across my ass. “The fuck are you sorry for?”
Tears gather in the corner of my eyes.
“Little J, what the fuck?”
Kincaid grabs the nape of my neck and pulls until my back is flush against his chest. “Talk.”
“I . . . I came. Didn’t mean to.”
Trembley snorts, shaking his head. “What kind of garbage sex have you been having?”
“None of your business.”
“Whoever they were, it’s over. You belong to us now.” Kincaid shoves me forward, my face almost crashing into Trembley’s. “And we’re not done.”
Foil tears behind me.
I swallow and look over my shoulder, eyes wide as I watch Kincaid roll a condom onto his dick. “I . . . I barely took your fingers.”
He lubes himself, then pushes down between my shoulder blades until my chest hits Trembley’s. “It’ll fit.”
“Bullshit.” I look at Trembley. “Tell him it won’t.”
The dipshit smirks. “You’d be surprised at what fits in your ass.”
Kincaid presses the head of his dick against my hole. It’s blunt and hot and impossibly wide, and I immediately reconsider what I’m allowing him to do.
Fuck.
I came here to get my dog. To bring Blue home. Not this.
Taking a deep breath, I peer back at Kincaid. “I swear to God if you hurt me, I'll kill you.”
He grunts and presses forward until the head pops past my rim.
My whole body locks up. The burn radiates outward, and my jaw drops open. My fingers scratch Trembley's shoulders, and a sound claws out of my throat that's somewhere between a whimper and a scream. “Atlas . . .”
“Right here.” His forehead presses against mine, close enough that his breath is on my lips. His hand wraps around my dick and strokes slowly. “Eyes on me. Just me.”
“I can't . . .”
“Yeah, you can.” His thumb drags across my bottom lip. “Breathe out.”
I do, and Kincaid slides in deeper.
Trembley swipes his tongue over my lips. “You good?”
“Do I look good?”
“You look fucking terrified.” He grins. “It's adorable.”
“I will end you.”
Kincaid's breath huffs out behind me, strained, and his fingers flex against my hips. “Fuck.”
Trembley leans up, his mouth on mine, his hand sliding to my throat with light pressure. “Open for him, Little Jenkins.”
“How?”
He bites my bottom lip. “Bear down.”
Kincaid feeds me another inch when I do. Then another. “Mmm, this tight little hole’s gonna take all of me.”
“ Oh, god .”
He slams the rest of his dick into me in one brutal stroke. “Mine.”
I bury my face into Atlas’s neck. “Too big. He’s too big.”
Trembley groans and wraps his hand around both our dicks. “Bet it's stretching you so good right now.”
A moan drags out of me. “Atlas.”
“Fuck.” Atlas’s grip tightens, his hips rolling as he strokes us faster. “Again. Say my name again.”
“At . . . Atlas.”
Kincaid pulls back and slams in, my whole body jolting forward. His pace is punishing and relentless, each stroke hitting so deep I can't catch my breath between one thrust and the next.
My toes curl, and my back arches as the filthiest moan tears out of me. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”
“Louder, Little Titan. Let the entire floor hear you.” Kincaid leans over me, trapping my body between his and Atlas’s as he fucks me hard and fast, each thrust punching the air from my lungs. “All that fighting. All that running. And your hole's swallowing me like it's been waiting.”
I keen, trying to push back into him, needing more.
Wanting more.
Trembley's teeth scrape along my jaw. “You're taking him so good. So fucking good.”
The angle shifts, and Kincaid hits that place he brushed with his finger earlier. He does it again. And again.
My balls draw up, and I come a second time.
“That’s it. Soak me. Give it all to me.” Atlas throws his head back, grinding up hard and fast. “I need it. Fuck, Cody. I need it.”
Kincaid reaches past my shoulder and grabs Atlas’s jaw.
Atlas’s eyes widen. His body goes rigid underneath me, dick pulsing hard. The moan that comes out of him is the loudest thing I’ve heard all night.
Kincaid’s grunting, hips snapping harder, until he slams in one last time and goes still.
I collapse onto Atlas, eyes closed, breathing hard. My body is drained and my ass is sore and I don't want to move.
Kincaid drops down onto my back, still buried inside me.
Oh, hell no.
“Get up you giant fucking tree. You’re crushing me.”
He doesn’t move.
I swing my arm backward, slapping at Kincaid’s massive thigh. “Seriously.”
Nothing.
A bark cuts through the silence.
I slap Kincaid harder. “Blue needs to go out.”
He grunts.
“Well, guess you’re cool with my dog pissing all over your floor, huh?”
Kincaid moves too fast, pulling out in one rough drag, and I hiss at the sharp ache it leaves behind.
I stand, legs trembling, and pull up my pants. My gaze cuts to Trembley lying on the couch. “You going to clean up?”
He shrugs. “Eventually.”
I roll my eyes and grab my shirt off the floor.
Kincaid tucks himself back into his jeans as he stares at me.
“What?”
Trembley sits up, expression hard. “You running again?”
“No.” My eyes narrow. “But you stole my dog, and my family is really upset. You made my little brother cry, dipshit. Also, I have an early class tomorrow.”
Kincaid steps closer, towering over me. “Unblock my number.”
“Why?”
“Enough with the games. Unblock it.”
“Fine, whatever.” I pull out my phone, unlock it, then tap on his name.
His eyes narrow. “What the fuck?”
I smirk. “You don’t like it.”
Trembley stands and looks over my shoulder as he tucks himself away. “Temu Slenderman. Holy fucking shit.”
He looks at Kincaid and laughs so hard his face turns red.
I mean, yeah, it's funny. But not that funny.
“I'm telling everyone. Little Jenkins, don't you dare change it.” Trembley grabs my phone and adds his number. “No blocking me either.”
“You’re so fucking annoying.”
Another bark, louder this time.
I snatch my phone back, tucking it into my pocket. I open the door Blue’s scratching at, and he bounds out, running circles around the couch.
Great. Zoomies.
Just what I need right now.
I look at Trembley. “Where’s his leash?”
He rubs the back of his neck as he scans the room. “Um, somewhere here.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Kincaid stalks into the second room and comes back a moment later, handing me the black leash.
After clipping it to Blue's collar, I check for my keys and head for the door.
Kincaid and Trembley stand there, unmoving and silent. There’s no attempt to walk me out. No nod. No see you later.
Nothing.
I step into the hallway and pull the door shut, exhaling until there's nothing left. “Guess it's just you and me, huh, bud?”
We make our way outside, every step sending a dull ache through my ass that I'm going to be feeling for days. “Ugh. Like I need another reminder of them.”
Except that was the best sex of my life.
Blue hops up into the back seat of the Range Rover, and I close the door, resting my forehead on the cool metal.
I didn't do a single thing up there. Didn't make sure they enjoyed the sex too. I just laid there while they did all the work.
No wonder they couldn’t even bother to say goodbye.