Chapter 36
Nash
Iwas supposed to be putting the prostate massager in Z, but after laying my eyes on this pretty hole of his, I had to have a taste. I’ve eaten ass before; there just wasn’t a dick and balls attached to it. Maybe I’m not as inexperienced as I think I’m going to be.
I wrap my hand around his swinging dick that’s right below my chin with one hand and wrap my other around his balls. It’s oddly satisfying having my hands around another man’s cock, getting to do what I know I like when it comes to pleasure, all while still feasting on his juicy ass. I hear him groan, but it’s not loud enough. I need to know he’s enjoying this. He has his face buried in the bed, hiding those pretty noises of pleasure. I pull away, barking out, “Get your face out of the blankets. I want this whole goddamn floor to hear you.” I grab his ass cheek between my teeth, biting down and sucking on his reddened skin. That earns me a yelp, making my lips pull into a smile.
I run a flat tongue over his hole, then start fucking him with it.
“Nash, please. I was supposed to be showing you—” He stops mid-sentence to moan but continues, “How good this feels.”
1I question him, “The whore begs to suck cock?” He lets out a whimper, so I keep going. “What if I wanted to use this pretty hole of yours and fuck you like the slut you are?” I pause a beat to get a feel for how he’s feeling. “You’re so goddamn desperate. Look at you fucking my fist.”
“Pl-please, Nash, let me suck your cock.”
“Let me get your massager in first.” I uncap the lube and squirt it directly onto his ass. I take my two fingers, circling the taut muscle, and slowly insert one.
He grits out, “More. Nash, please. I want your fat cock in my mouth. Hurr—” A sharp slap to his ass cuts him off. I run my hand over his ass, being sure to brush where it’s reddened.
“I refuse to hurt you in that way, Z. Now let me work you open.” I work up to two fingers, scissoring them apart to stretch him even further. I get the toy, lube it up, and start to work it into him. It’s definitely bigger than my fingers and the massager, but I doubt I’ll be fucking him tonight…
I praise him some more, “You’re stretching so beautifully, Bebé.” He’s groaning, whimpering, and panting. I have his cock in my hand again, pumping up and down.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” he pants out.
“I’m no stranger to anal play, Zamir, just not with guys.” I have a feeling I’m going to like it more with guys. There’s so much more pleasure for your male partner to get from it.
I get the massager in place, press the button to start the vibration, then give him one more smack on the ass. Earning another groan from him.
He’s on his knees on the bed, so I climb up in front of him, smashing our bodies together. I can’t keep my hands off of him. Especially while appreciating all the tattoos littering his chestnut skin, the nipple rings that I want to bite at all times, and his glorious body that he pushes to the extreme daily. I don’t miss the scars that line that same skin from what I’m sure was a living hell growing up in a mafia family.
He runs his hand up my chest and neck right to my mouth. I open up without him having to ask. He sticks two fingers in my mouth, and I give them a suck. He lets out a feral groan, and he starts to push me back with his fingers in my mouth. I fall to the bed, letting go of them with a pop. “Are you ready, Djale I Bukur?”
We’re eye to eye, lips almost touching, with his full body weight on top of me, and I murmur, “I want you to stretch me.” He slams his lips to mine, and I unashamedly let out a whimper. His body on top of mine feels so right.
He pulls away, and I start to pout until I see him getting the training plugs out and ready. “We’re not doing all of these today, Djale I Bukur.” I just nod my head because I have no clue what to expect, but I also want him inside of me more than I ever thought I would. They look pretty big to me, but my eyes stroll over to Zamir’s cock, and they’re nowhere near the size of him, so I keep my mouth shut.
I’ve heard about the pleasure that comes along with the prostate being stimulated, and I’m tired of not getting in on the action.
He’s standing beside the bed and pats the edge closest to him, and I scoot to him. He commands, “Knees to your chest for me.” I do as I’m told realizing that switching from being in charge to taking orders has been easier than I was thinking it was going to be. “Look at you spread out for me.” He has the lube opened and is dripping it onto my ass. “Could you imagine Ellie spread out while I’m fucking her, you’re fucking me, and Marcelo has her mouth? All three of her slutty holes filled.” I let out a low hum; she would look so goddamn good…
Wait, hold the fuck on! “Marcello?! Is that what the hell you meant earlier?” He breaches my hole with a finger right as I asked, and fuck if it doesn’t distract me.
“Mierda. Z, that feels good.” He’s pumping his single finger in and out of me slowly, and I let my mind drift to Marcello. He is hot as fuck, and that unhinged vibe he puts off does something to me… but he also scares the shit out of me.
He adds another finger while curling them upward, and I swear to fuck I see stars just from that little movement. Arching my back, I beg, “More, Z, more I can take it.”
“My slutty boy wants more?”
“Please,” I whimper out.
“Please, what?”
“Your slutty boy wants more.” I would’ve been so embarrassed to say that a couple of months ago… but Zamir makes me feel safe with my sexuality and exploring it. Outside of these walls, I’m still coming to terms… but with him by my side and Ellie, I’m ready to take the world on. Maybe even face my father one of these days.
I’m a panting mess, not knowing why the degrading does what it does to me, but it’ll send me toppling over the edge so fucking quick. He inserts the smallest plug into me, and this isn’t too bad.
Zamir pats my ass and walks over to the desk in the corner of our room. His laptop is on it, and now that I’m looking, it’s hooked up to the TV. What the hell is he planning? He opens it up, clicking on what I’m pretty sure is the video call app, and my suspicion is right when I see our bare bodies up on the TV screen.
I’m still spread out on the bed when Ellie picks up the video call with a gasp. I hear her raspy voice playing through the speakers on the TV, and it lights my whole body a flame.
“You like what you see, Shpirt Im? I’ve got our little fuck toy spread out on the bed for us.” Zamir’s mouth might just be dirtier than mine.
She just nods her head, but she turns to the side, and you can hear a thick Italian accent say, “Che cazzo?” She’s smiling over at him, and a little pang of jealousy hits me. But they’ve been close most of their lives, so I put that jealously to the side. I don’t care that she’s with another man; it’s just that that specific man hates my guts. What the fuck is Zamir thinking calling her while he knows Marcello is there?
She purrs out, “Let’s play, Cello.”
She props the phone up so we can see them in Marcello’s living room. She’s already taking her shirt off and moving onto her bra, and I hear a huff of air come out of Marcello. He comes into view with a towel and lays it on the couch.
Z, being the shit stirrer he is, keeps going. “Mmm, Ellie, those stunning hips and ass on you have me barkin’.” His dumbass starts barking into the camera and then continues on, “But seriously, we missed you and didn’t want you to miss out on any of the fun.” Her phone is set up on Marcello’s coffee table, and he sits down completely bare, legs spread on the couch, arms draped over the back, cock laying on his stomach—proudly sporting a goddamn Jacob’s ladder.
Am I the only one without a pierced cock?
Z, heads back over to me, pushing my shoulders again to lay me back on the bed. He’s wearing a devilish grin when he grits out, “Let’s stretch you while watching the show they’re about to put on, Djale I Bukur.”
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