Chapter 31 Trouble #3
Will clambers up from his knees and hooks his arms around my waist in one fluid movement, yanking me up as if I’m weightless. My feet leave the floor and wrap tightly around him. I grind against him like a man no longer in total control of his body.
“Ready to get fucked?” he asks. I grind harder in lieu of, God, yes.
“I-I got tested after last time. I got tested. I’m negative. I’m all good.” My voice is high and hoarse. I sound unhinged and in need of serious help, but I’m at a total loss as to what to do about it.
“We’re both negative too,” says Mat.
Will takes me to a different room this time. His room, maybe? Mat trails behind us, watching Will walk and carefully wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. When we get to the bedroom, Will sets me down. He handles me roughly, pawing at my ass with big, strong hands. His eyes glint with steel.
A hard man.
Mat moves my hair away from my neck, letting his fingers comb through it so gently my entire scalp tingles. His eyes are wide, nervous, and eager to please. He presses his lips so lightly against my shoulders I almost don’t feel it.
A soft boy.
“We’re going to make you feel so good,” Mat whispers, kissing me on the left side of my neck.
“We’re gonna drown you in cum,” says Will, leaning down and kissing my right.
And that’s it. That’s the moment. That’s the exact second I lose it.
Everything goes hazy and red. The room, my skin, the air in my lungs.
It’s all thick and hot and made of nothing but lust. It’s not that I have a thing for hard men as such.
It’s not even that I have a thing for soft boys.
It’s not that I like a firm hand or a light touch. I don’t need a hard fuck or a slow one.
It’s that I don’t want to choose.
I want them both.
“I got you these.” Mat scrambles around and then holds out a handful of tiny bottles.
“I don’t need poppers,” I say.
“Oh, okay. I’ll toss them.”
“Hmm, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I might not need them.” I hit him with my most innocent smile. “But the two of you definitely will.”
Mat’s eyes widen notably. Will’s narrow by the same measure.
“How do you want him?” he asks Mat.
“On his back so we can see his face.”
Will lays me down gently and steps back to let Mat spread my legs.
I feel hands on my legs and hands on my chest. Soft hands and hard hands.
Hands that stroke lightly and hands that grope roughly.
Will drags me down on the bed so my head hangs off the edge.
I let it fall back and open my mouth. He slides his cock between my lips as Mat lubes my ass.
Will leans over as he starts fucking my mouth, raking his fingernails lightly up my sides and teasing my nipples until they’re rock hard and I’m shivering from the sensation.
He rolls them in his fingers, firmly at first and then harder.
Then harder still. I gasp around his dick from the contrast of the sharp pain in my chest and the gentle stimulation my ass is receiving.
Mat touches me like I’m fragile. Fucking me softly with his fingers like I’m something that could break. Will’s hands are on me are hard like I’m something that can’t.
Mat drags his nails gently down the length of my shaft, teasing the head and the slit through delicate lace, agitating me, stirring up dangerous levels of lust. My hips leave the bed as a thick hard cock thrusts in and out of my mouth and blunt fingers probe my hole, stretching me, spreading me until I’m moaning, writhing, frantically knotting my hands in the sheets.
Mat enters me slowly. I feel it all over.
His hands on my hips, his dick pushing its way in.
My body gladly receives him. I groan around Will’s cock.
It’s deep, hitting the back of my throat as I do it.
The sound is guttural and raw. I’ve never heard anything like it.
I’ve never felt anything like it either.
I feel full. Full to bursting. Full like never before.
I thought they gave me everything they had last time.
I was wrong. They were holding back, but they’re not holding back anymore.
The room starts to rotate. I can’t tell if the earth’s moving or if it’s the bed.
I start moving too. My hips feel it first, the rhythm, the beat, the breathing, the solid force of the thrusting.
They feel it and find it, and they start rocking.
Long, slow undulations. Big circles that make me feel loose.
They slacken my ligaments and my joints.
They stretch me out. They open me like I’ve never been opened before.
There are hands everywhere. Hands on my face and hands on my sides. Hands in my hair and hands on my hips. There are mouths too. Lips, tongues, and teeth. Biting and scraping. Kissing and sucking.
I’m nothing but my senses. Every cell in my body is alive.
Electrified. Charged and pulsing with a heavy beat that comes from three hearts.
I’m vibrating and shaking. I lose track of everything except for the hard cocks in my body.
They pound me relentlessly. One in each end.
Hard thrusts, then soft. Shallow then deep.
I swallow when Will comes, drinking him down, but it does nothing to quench my thirst. If anything, the salty burn in my throat only makes it worse. Mat tenses and sprays in my ass a little while later, flooding me with the heat of his seed as his broken cry rings out through the apartment.
It feels like that should be the end. It isn’t. It’s hardly even the beginning. From there, I lose track of everything and everyone. Mat comes in my ass again. He staggers a few steps back afterward and then falls onto the bed next to me.
“Nice, Mattie,” growls Will, leaning forward and squeezing my cock in one hand and tweaking a nipple hard in the other. “You got him wet for me.”
Mat’s there with me for a second, and then he isn’t. “Nooo,” I moan, reaching out for him with a limp hand as he leaves.
“Where you going, bro?”
“Gonna wash my dick, so I can fuck his mouth.”
Will’s soft chuckle sounds more like a grunt than a laugh.
He’s moved to the other end of me. He drags my jockstrap down and off my ankles, and I accept his forceful thrust with a dull moan and a shocking, squelching sound as he impales me.
By the time Mat returns, my spine is arched off the bed, and I’m feral.
Savage. Out of control. My nails are raking the bed, scratching wildly, fighting, aware of one thing and one thing only.
“I need to come.”
Will’s laugh sounds like a laugh this time.
Soft and mean. He takes my wrists in both hands and holds them down on either side of my hips.
He changes his angle of entry, snapping his hips decisively as he does it.
I see the moon and the stars. I see black and white.
I struggle, trying to reach for my throbbing erection.
Will holds my wrists firm. I thrash for real.
Frantic and certain that my sanity is under terminal threat.
“I need to come!”
“Say you’ll come back, Trouble.” Mat’s back in the room, and he’s in the mood for mischief. “Say you’ll come back to us, and we’ll let you come.”
“Yeah, tell us you’ll come back to us again, and we’ll give you what you want.”
Jesus.
How did I get here, and why am I negotiating with terrorists?
“Say yes, Trouble, that’s all you need to do, and we’ll make you feel good.”
“Say yes, and we’ll make you see God.”
I can’t breathe. My orgasm is chasing me down. It’s thundering in my ears. Pulsing viciously through my limbs and torso. Pounding loudly, pulling me, crushing me.
“I’ll come back,” I wail in defeat.
Mat puts a knee on either side of my head.
He offers me his dick, and I gladly accept it.
Sucking and gurgling in ecstasy when he leans his body over mine and takes my straining dick in his mouth.
The black and white from before sparks and takes flight.
I see blinding light. The pleasure that engulfs me is absolute.
It runs through my veins, drowning out everything in existence.
It crushes my lungs and yanks me up bodily.
My heels and the back of my head are the only parts of me touching the mattress.
Mat keeps his thrusts in my mouth shallow, and Will makes sure his are deep and punishing.
“I’m gonna fuck the cum out of you,” he says softly.
I can’t tell if it’s a threat or a promise.
His next thrust is jarring and true. It makes things clear—it’s a promise.
A promise. A promise. My ass tenses and starts to clench as Will hits my gland with a precision that makes me go blind.
I see nothing. I’m light for a second, and then I’m catapulted into orbit.
Pleasure rips through me. Tearing me open and setting me free.
I’m flying. Soaring through time and space.
Totally weightless. Totally unaware of anything other than pleasure so strong it feels brutal.
It feels vicious and ruthless. Almost inhuman.
I’m aware of a thin, piercing sound. It whips around the room, around all three of us, tying us tightly together and leaving me gasping and hoarse when it subsides.
I’m shaking by the time it’s over. Not just my limbs and my hands, my chest and my heart too.
My teeth are chattering. My throat is raw and so is my ass.
I feel deranged and unsure of who I am and what happened, and where I am.
I take a long, shivery breath and feel a highly uncharacteristic urge to sob.
I don’t cry though. I don’t need to because two pairs of hands are putting me back together. Two bulky bodies weigh me down and two pairs of lips kiss it all better.