Chapter 53
Kai
What the fuck am I doing?
What the fuck am I doing?
My body is locked up so tight, I can’t breathe.
I knew this day was coming. I’ve had more than one bizarre fantasy about it in my head, especially after too much weed.
But now shit’s getting real, and I’m panicking. I’d have yelled ‘red’…if panic was all I was feeling.
It’s not.
Rooke kneels between my thighs, his fingers gleaming in lube. The air turns thick under that clinical stare of his, like I’m his latest experiment, and he’s studying every fucking twitch.
I flinch when he touches my taint, shuddering as his thumb drags down. Tingles erupt through my body as he circles my hole with his lubed-up thumb.
“Color?” His calm voice is a stark contrast to the heat in his eyes.
“Green,” I grit out, jerking in Haven’s grip as she strokes my cock with agonizing slowness.
I hate how much I crave this setup—Rooke about to fuck my ass while my girlfriend watches like she’s got a paid subscription.
“Breathe out for me,” Rooke says.
As soon as I obey, he slides a finger knuckle-deep inside me. The stretch burns in a way that’s completely foreign—and so fucking good I clench down on it with a deep-seated groan.
Haven leans in close, her breath painting warm strokes on the tip of my cock.
“Does it feel good, Kai, taking his finger like a champ?”
“Shut your mouth,” I snap at her a second before my hips lift greedily into the invasion.
Haven lets out a dark laugh and gives my cock a hard pump.
“You’re clenching my finger like a virgin,” Bastian murmurs, almost sounding amused. “I’ll have to stretch you out, or you’ll never handle my cock.”
Rooke works in a second finger and scissors them wide open, nudging my asshole in a way that shoots sparks straight up my spine. My cock is leaking steadily now, throbbing with every thrust of his fingers.
A low, “Fuuuck,” hisses out between my teeth.
“Tell me how much you love being fingered by your professor, my pathetic little simp,” Rooke murmurs.
“Fuck you, Rooke,” I rasp back, but the words are weak, my balls throbbing with betrayal at his touch.
Haven traces her tongue along the vein on my cock, little kitten licks that make me groan.
“Don’t lie, Kai,” she taunts softly. “You want this. I can feel how hard you’re throbbing for him. I think he should finger you harder…but only after you beg him to.”
Rooke’s dark eyes lock onto mine as he twists his fingers deliberately, mashing a spot inside me that makes my vision white out.
“You heard her,” he growls. He adds a third finger to the mix, and the burn blooms into filthy pleasure that has me bucking off the bed. I fist Haven’s hair, shoving her down on my cock as shame and lust and a desperate need burns hot up my neck.
She chokes, fighting me, and I relent with a deep groan.
“Not gonna beg,” I mutter.
Haven wipes a hand over her wet lips, grinning at me like a fucking devil. “You will. I know you will.”
I grab her throat, my teeth gritted as I try to deal with the sensations Rooke is forcing through my body. “Did I say you could stop sucking my cock, slut?”
She giggles when I grab the base of my cock, holding it steady as I push her head down into my lap. She sucks me in greedily, and my back arches off the bed as Rooke thrusts in and out in time with her bobbing head.
Just as I’m about to come, Haven stops.
“Jesus, why?” I try to push her down, but she twists out of my grip, shaking her head and looking over at Rooke.
“Color, Kai.” He stills with his fingers buried to the hilt. His thumb presses circles on the outside now, the pressure relentless and maddening. “Be honest, or I leave you in this pathetic, needy state for the rest of the day.”
My chest heaves while Haven cups and rolls my balls in her free hand. “Green, Kai,” she urges. “I need to see him wreck you. Please.”
“Green,” I choke out.
He rewards my admission with a full thrust that nearly sends me straight to hell.
Bastian pulls his fingers out slow, my hole clenching around nothing as he squirts lube straight onto his cock from base to tip. He grips my thighs hard enough to bruise and inches closer. The crown of his cock nudges my rim.
Too hard, too hot, too fucking real.
My chest closes up, but I fight the need to take in air so I don’t have to stop kissing Haven and acknowledge what Rooke’s doing to me.
Until he starts teasing me with his tip—dragging it over my asshole, pushing every time he’s directly over my hole—because then it’s impossible to concentrate on anything else.
It feels too fucking good.
I break away from Haven’s kiss with a guttural groan.
“Color,” Rooke says, his voice strained like he’s struggling to keep himself in check.
“Yellow,” I blurt out.
“Got it,” he says. And for some fucked up reason, I believe him.
Maybe that’s why I trust him enough to be doing this in the first place. Or maybe I just need as much of him as he’s willing to give.
Every kiss, every touch…every fucking inch.
“Deep breath for me, boy.”
Haven kisses along my jaw. “You’re gonna feel so full, baby, just like I did when you were both inside me.”
My nails dig into her shoulder as I try to prepare myself.
As soon as I take a reluctant, shuddering breath, Rooke’s hips move.
The head of his cock pushes against my hole. It feels impossibly big, too big to fit, but with a hard nudge and a grunt, he breaches.
“Jesus—fuuuck,” I half-yell, half-groan.
The stretch electrifies every nerve in my body. It hurts so much more than I thought it would. It feels so much better than I could ever, ever have imagined.
So I don’t stop him.
Because I don’t want to.
I need this.
I need him.
“Oh my God, Kai,” Haven murmurs, sounding so fucking horny and excited it amps everything up to a nine. “You’re taking him so good.”
I drag in a breath as my ass yields inch by burning inch to Rooke’s thick cock.
“Color,” he asks.
“Green,” I hear myself whine. “Just…fuck, keep going. Keep fucking going!”
“That’s my good boy.” Rooke bottoms out, his balls snug against my ass.
He holds perfectly still for a long, frustrating moment, then rocks forward and wraps his fingers over my throat. Haven’s hand sneaks between our bodies, and when she starts jerking me off, I let out the most shameful sound I’ve ever heard myself make—something between a whine and a moan.
“Ready for me to fuck your tight virgin hole?” Rooke growls in my ear.
“Yes,” Haven answers for me, squeezing my cock hard enough to hurt. “Make him bleed, Bastian.”
But Rooke is staring at me, waiting, perfectly still. Even when I try to shift my hips, his weight is too heavy for me to move.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Fuck me until I bleed.”
His eyes glide down my face, fixing on my mouth as he does a slow roll with his hips that makes my own eyes want to roll back in my skull.
“What’s the magic word, boy?”
“Jesus, you fucking cunt,” I mutter through my teeth.
He does another torturous roll, chuckling.
“Please.”
“Please, what?” he taunts, his lips brushing along my jaw, ghosting over my lips.
“Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me until I come, and then come inside me.” The words rush out of me in a hot breath.
Rooke rears back, staring down at me with such intense lust in his eyes, my breath catches in my lungs. “Christ, Kai,” he murmurs, shaking his head as he grinds his hips against mine. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
His hips snap forward hard enough to jolt my whole body. I yell in pain, in pleasure—I’m not even sure what the fuck.
I arch into him despite myself, asshole clenching greedily around his girth. Haven’s fist strokes my cock—too hard for me to come, too vicious not to feel like heaven and hell both at the same time.
“God, Kai, you’re so fucking amazing,” she breathes hot against my neck. “I wish you could see how he’s stretching you with his big cock.”
Bastian growls low at her words, his pace building. Deep rolls turn into punishing slams that thump against my pelvis and hips. His hand tightens on my throat, owning every ragged breath.
“You were made to take my cock, boy,” he rasps, eyes devouring my face.
“You’re his fucktoy now, Kai,” Haven chimes in, like she’s encouraging Rooke. “He’s going to pound you to kingdom come.”
And Jesus, does he take the bait.
“Want me to fuck him harder, girl? Want me to fuck him until he bleeds?”
“Yes!” She pushes onto her knees, dragging Rooke’s head down for a kiss, hand still wrapped around my cock.
It shouldn’t, but the fact that they’re not even paying attention to me anymore while he fucks my ass, and she jerks me off, is unbelievably hot.
Rooke thrusts into me so violently that I see stars.
Then he stays buried deep, turning his full attention to Haven.
He grabs her tits, squeezing them until she whimpers in pain, then shoves his fingers into her pussy.
The sound of him fingering her has me writhing and squirming on the end of his cock like a fucking fish on a hook.
When I whine like the simp he keeps calling me, Rooke glances over with a raised eyebrow. “Keep yourself busy,” he says, giving my rock-hard cock a disparaging look. “But don’t even think about coming until I’m done with you.”
Haven spreads her thighs so he can finger her harder, their kiss intensifying.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I start jerking off as I watch Rooke drive Haven to a climax in a matter of minutes as he stays ball-deep inside my ass like an afterthought, pumping less than a quarter inch of his thick dick in and out of my hole just to add to the frustration.
It’s cruel.
Degrading.
And I have to keep whipping my hand away from my cock so I don’t come.
Haven grabs onto Rooke like she’s drowning, her hips thrusting into his palm harder and harder, until her body locks up and starts shaking. She breaks off their kiss with a flustered, “Fuck!”, throws me a panicked look, and…gushes.
Rooke doesn’t stop fingering her. And the sound it makes as she squirts over his hand is…
It’s fucking art.
I groan, biting down hard on my lip as I desperately fight the urge not to come right then and there.
He just…
This fucking guy just made her squirt. With his fucking fingers. While his dick was buried inside my asshole.
“Rooke, fuck, I’m gonna come!” I can’t hold back. My hand moves faster, fingers tightening as much as my fucking balls.
Rooke gives Haven a quick peck on the mouth, mutters, “Such a good fucking girl for me,” and then turns to give me his attention again.
The look in his eyes almost stops my orgasm in its tracks.
Almost.
But when he leans down on his knuckles, and gives his hips a hard pump, I fucking lose my shit.
“Jesus, Bash—” I cut off with a grunt.
“You’re gonna wish you didn’t do that,” Rooke growls, a longer pause between each powerful thrust. Sweat slicks us, his bed creaking under the assault.
“Harder, you fucking cunt,” I grate out. “I want you to ruin me.”
Rooke chuckles.
He fucking chuckles.
And then he fucks me so hard I nearly pass out.
It’s fucking agony.
It’s bliss.
My body jerks, warm cum spurting between my fingers to coat my abs and Rooke’s. Shame burns hot inside me, but the pleasure drowns it.
“I’m going to fill you up now, boy.” His voice is tight and uneven as he pounds into my ass. “And when I’m done, you’re going to thank me for letting you feel this good.”
I start to laugh, but his thrusts flip a switch in my brain. Suddenly I’m panting and grunting like a fucking animal as he uses my asshole to get himself off. My hands grab his ass, and then I’m pulling him in, forcing him to fuck me even harder.
Haven is whimpering beside us, her lips on my shoulder, then her teeth grazing my skin.
Rooke comes silently, his back arched and his head buried in my neck. I feel the heat of his cum dribbling out of me, but he stays seated deep as he catches his breath.
Then he props himself up on an elbow, grabs my jaw, and kisses me.
I whimper into that kiss, and I’m not even ashamed.
He peeled back every layer of my psyche until he found something deep inside me that I’ve never shown anyone. A vulnerability I’d hidden, even from myself.
When he kisses me, it’s like he’s showing me a part of myself I’ve never seen before.
I relax under him, letting him pin me and welcoming his weight.
I don’t resist. I don’t fight back.
I submit.
And it feels fucking glorious.
We collapse on the bed, panting, staring up at the ceiling.
This time I’m in the middle, Haven turning to snuggle against my side. Bastian props himself up on his elbow, watching me until I feel compelled to turn and look at him.
“Color?” he murmurs.
I blink at him a few times, licking my lips. “Green,” I croak, then clear my throat. “That was…”
He nods, like he knows exactly what I’m failing to say. “It was,” he agrees, an almost rueful smile on his mouth. “And it’ll be even better next time.”
I shiver at the promise in his voice. Even after everything, it still feels like a threat.
“Bold of you to assume there’ll be a next time,” I mutter sourly. “Since we’ll be in jail.”
“That won’t be happening.” Rooke sighs, a frown forming between his dark brows. “I have a plan, but…”
“But?” Haven prompts before snuggling tighter against me.
“You’re not going to like it,” Rooke says, reaching over to tuck hair behind Haven’s ear.
“Great.” I drag my hands over my face. “Just great.”
When I glance over, Rooke’s watching me with a frown. “Do you trust me, Kai?”
I’m about to joke with him, but I give him a grim smile instead. “You really think I’d bring her here if I didn’t?”
The ‘her’ in question looks at me, then Rooke, then back at me. “Don’t you dare manage me,” she says.
Rooke exhales, glancing at me as the frown relaxes from his face. “We’ll discuss it.”
Haven opens her mouth to argue, but Rooke just keeps speaking. “All of us. But right now, let’s try to savor this as long as we can.”
“And each other,” Haven says, nodding against my chest.
Rooke sees me watching him and ducks down, pressing his lips to mine. They slide to my jaw, then to my neck.
“The tide’s coming in,” he says, speaking so quietly I know it’s meant for my ear alone. “Promise me you’ll keep her head above water.”
I think back to what I told Haven a couple of months ago. About how, if she drowned, no one would even miss her.
My chest clenches at how wrong I was.
If something were to happen to her—to Rooke?
I’d throw myself overboard…without a life jacket.