Chapter Thirty
Rue
“Monty is going to fuck the cum right out of you.” Kendrick was right next to him.
When he’d moved, Rue couldn’t say, not with Monty eating his ass with such enthusiasm.
Kendrick’s lips brushed his ear as he growled, “While I’ll do the same to Monty, so he can fill your ass full of cum. Breed you until you’re ours.”
Oh, Goddess, don’t come. Don’t fucking cum. He wanted it so bad. Whereas his rhino half was in a muddy wallow state, blissed out to the point of giving zero fucks at being topped by an omega.
The air was thick with the scent of their lust, and Rue couldn’t get enough air inside him to make the band constricting his chest release.
His whole body trembled with how taut his innards were.
There was nothing he could do about it with the tongue taking him apart while the dirty talk held him right on the precipice.
He wanted to leap off, yet he battled with fiber in him, desperate for the pleasure to continue. To never end.
His fingers slipped over the leather as he fought to hold back the desperation of needing to come.
Once, Kendrick had eaten him out and turned him into a gibbering mess.
This was more intense with Monty’s over the top enthusiasm; it was destroying him.
The jabs were precise, spearing into his hole, Monty widened and wiggled his tongue until Rue felt the burn, then he’d withdraw and lap at the quivering muscle.
The delicate tonguing was maddening with how the nerves danced under Monty’s clever mouth.
Then came the damn sucking, which sent the maddening desire swirling through his sack, right to the tip of his cock. Agonizing pleasure!
“How deep is Monty? Is he hitting that secret spot, driving you wild, honey?”
Rue’s head lifted with effort to glance at the unrepentant man tormenting him, and he begged, “S-stop… c-can’t take a-anymore.
” He gritted his teeth together at the next full body shudder wracking through him from head to toe when Monty’s tongue did indeed meet his prostate. Most definitely spurred on by Kendrick.
Rue’s cock jerked hard enough his eyes crossed and his arm gave out, his face mashing into the bedcovers.
The slippery leather fell from his hand in the urgency to grab his balls and tug hard enough to make his eyes water.
He heaved into the covers, eyes closing as tremors ran through him at gaining a small semblance of control. But for how long, who the fuck knew.
The tongue disappeared from his ass, and he received a stinging blow, forcing him to lift his head. He sucked in one ragged breath after another, his swimming vision forcing him to realize he was oxygen deprived.
“Did you nearly come undone, honey?”
Rue couldn’t speak with how dry his mouth was as he panted, but he gave the unrepentant man a hard stare that did nothing when they both knew how much he loved being taken apart like this.
“Come on, honey. Let's give Monty his reward for all his hard work opening up that tight hole of yours.” As Kendrick spoke, he moved behind Rue. Next thing he knew, large hands slipped under his armpits, hooking to lift him up the bed.
He groaned at Kendrick’s cock branding his butt cheek before he found himself plonked onto the bed, his feet dangling off the end.
Monty scampered on, straddling Rue’s thighs as Kendrick moved out of the way.
Used to having Kendrick do this to him, the difference in weight and size was very noticeable.
It took Rue a few seconds to adjust and figure it wasn’t bad, just different.
“Lube, I need lube.” Monty’s demand brought a chuckle from Kendrick.
“Bossy top, I like it.”
Rue groaned and shoved his face into the closest pillow, his thighs tensed to stop the hard pulse of desire causing his cock to leak when humping the bed would give him the friction to make him come. He didn’t want that. Fucking hell no, he wanted what Kendrick promised.
Monty crowded over Rue’s back, his damp skin rubbing against Rue’s as he whispered, “All the times I watched Kendrick fuck you, I imagined what it would be like to feel your ass squeeze my cock.” When Rue twisted his head to meet Monty’s mischievous gaze, Monty’s lips pressed against the rim of his ear, and he could smell his own musky scent.
“I want it so tight that you leave an imprint on my cock, do you hear me?”
“I fucking sure as hell do,” Kendrick rumbled, lube landing next to Rue’s head.
Monty released a sexy purr and picked up the lube. “Good, ‘cause I’m gonna squeeze you as tight as Rue does to me.”
Rue’s groans became pained, the same as Kendrick’s. His heated gaze met Rue’s. “Rue, you up for the challenge?”
Was he? Right then, he wasn’t sure with how aroused he was. He’d be fucking lucky to last ten seconds when Monty got his dick inside him. Except he nodded because these were his men, and he’d do anything for them.
Anything, even if it meant embarrassing himself.
A wiggling Monty moved off, and Rue eagerly spread his legs. The pillow muffled his moan as slick, nimble fingers slipped between his butt cheeks, zeroing in on his asshole, and air hissed through his gritted teeth at the gentle probing.
“I don’t need to be stretched,” he grunted as the finger sank deep, hitting his prostate in an electrifying move that had him right back on the edge, looking down into a pleasure oblivion.
“I’m in charge,” Monty rasped sexily. One finger became two, and Rue scrabbled to think of something, anything that would give him a distraction when his hips gyrated, seeking more. Needing something bigger in his ass.
“You look so beautiful, both of you.” Kendrick sounded punch drunk and Rue moved his head to glance in his direction, seeing him climb on the bed and slide behind Monty. “Lift up, sweet cheeks.”
Monty continued to thrust his fingers into Rue’s ass even as he came forward and lifted his ass into the air for Kendrick.
They looked like train cars all lined up, just with a small one in the middle.
Rue couldn’t see from his angle what the bear was doing behind Monty, but he knew how thorough Kendrick was when fucking.
Noises of pure filth poured from Monty, yet he didn’t become deterred from prepping Rue, who was thrusting to meet Monty’s every touch.
“Need… more… need… more,” he pleaded as the telltale tingling at the base of his tailbone started again, zinging through his ass and under his balls, drawing them tight. He buried his head into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, rocking and pleading.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” The words ran into each other as the fingers slipped free and hands gripped his hips tugging him up and back until he felt the pressure of slick skin rub against his hole.
“Push out,” Monty gasped breathlessly, clearly as affected by whatever Kendrick was doing to him.
Rue did as he was told, too far gone to wait any longer.
He needed to come in the worst way. He felt the welcome stretch making his toes curl and his cock throb.
One touch to his dick and he’d go off like a detonator.
Monty wasn’t as patient as Kendrick, but then he wasn’t as big either.
The second the head was past the protective rim of muscle, he slammed home. A good solid six inches of hard cock.
“Mother of gods,” Rue sobbed out in relief when Monty didn’t wait and thrust like his life depended on it.
“That’s it, squeeze my cock.” Monty’s voice was wrecked.
Rue’s cock bounced, the air brushing over the head was torment when it gave him no relief. He went to slide a hand under him, only for Kendrick to stop him. “No, honey, that’s our job.”
He muttered a curse between the groans, moans and whimpers at the pounding his ass was getting.
He tilted his hips, and Monty hit his prostate dead on.
Pounded on it until Rue lost any ability to think beyond the need to come.
The whooshing in his ears was all he could hear as his back arched.
His ass clamped tightly, yet Monty continued to pulverize it.
Sudden weight pushed him into the mattress, the air leaving his lungs.
Monty mewled in broken whimpers, but he didn’t stop, forcing the cum right out the end of Rue’s cock in painful spurts as it rubbed against the cotton sheet.
The force was all Kendrick, except Monty was unrelenting.
What did it matter who was fucking him through the mattress when it was the best sex of his life?
White spots danced before his eyes, spasms of pain-pleasure coming with each forceful jerk and splatter on the bed beneath him until he lay limp and exhausted. His brain switched off much the same as him turning off a light.
Sounds of murmuring infiltrated past the sexual haze he’d drifted into—more likely passed out cold from—and Rue realized two things at once. He was lying on his back, not his front, in a wet patch, and someone had cleaned him up.
He squinted in the direction of the voices, the lamplight making his eyes water.
Monty sat in Kendrick’s lap dressed in Rue’s T-shirt, whereas Kendrick remained naked, looking flushed and sexy.
“What time is it?” Rue’s voice was rough like sandpaper as he glanced at the closed curtains, rubbing at his eyes.
“Look, he lives,” Monty said, giggling. “I thought we’d killed you the way you passed out.”
He shuffled a little closer, sliding a hand over Kendrick’s thigh and touching Monty’s knee when Monty didn’t conceal all his worry. “You just fucked my brains out, is all. Maybe you both did.”
“Kendrick sure gave my butt something to think about for the next few days,” Monty stated dramatically as he shifted and winced on Kendrick’s lap.
“I know that feeling.” Rue grinned at Kendrick. “I think next time we should be the ones pounding Kendrick’s ass. What do you say, Monty?”
The light that appeared in Monty’s eyes left Rue catching his breath and his cock twitching. When he glanced at Kendrick, Rue lost his ability to grab hold of his thoughts. The man looked positively wicked as he grinned at him over Monty’s head.
“I think that can be arranged… if you’re up for the challenge!”
Rue did not know what was going on inside Kendrick’s head, but fuck, he wanted to find out. “We should invest in some full-length mirrors to surround the bed so none of us miss out. What do you think?” He wasn’t sure where that came from, and he blushed at the eyebrow raise Kendrick wore.
“Jeez,” Monty groaned, hand dropping onto the T-shirt, pressing down on his cock, “my ass can’t take another pounding, but talk like that makes me wanna try.”
Rue’s rumbles of tired laughter met Kendrick’s booming chuckles. “Mirrors, you say? I believe I can organize that. But would that be before or after your parents' visit?” It was asked with humor, yet Rue didn’t miss how the light of amusement disappeared from Kendrick’s eyes.
His own narrowed, searching for answers, but finding none in Kendrick’s guarded expression. “They’re staying at Vaughn Winery for their anniversary. Do you want me to invite them to stay here?”
There were three spare bedrooms, except Rue didn’t think that was what Kendrick was getting at. More, it was about their relationship, the dynamic.
“The winery is much nicer for an anniversary,” he replied noncommittally.
Rue nodded in agreement. “It is.” He didn’t look away from Kendrick, but he sensed Monty’s gaze on him.
“I was going to ask whether you wanted to go to dinner, both of you, with my parents.” He’d planned on discussing this tomorrow—it was already tomorrow.
“I know the winery has a restaurant that’s supposed to be good…
if you fancy it?” Did it sound lame? Come officially meet my parents? Was he being presumptive?
“Count me in,” Monty said when Kendrick remained silent, staring at him, a furrow developing between his brows.
“Great,” Rue responded, his heart rate tripping fast enough he felt his hands tremble.
“I’d… love to,” Kendrick murmured softly. “It would be my pleasure to officially meet your parents.”
There it was—the flash of love. It took out all Rue’s self-control. He rolled onto his side and rested his cheek on Kendrick’s knee, blinking back the tears and sucking in a breath.
“And mine,” he whispered. And mine.