Chapter 49 Trouble #3
They stop moving. Will reaches out and traces a hand lightly up Mat’s arm and across his shoulder.
He does it hesitantly, the way he did it the first time.
Mat runs his fingers across the taut dark skin on Will’s chest. Both of them lean in.
They move slowly. Deliberately. As if this is something they’ve choreographed and practiced together.
Their bodies are still far apart. Not touching anywhere.
Their lips make contact. It’s so sweet and so chaste and so filthy that reason and logic give way.
The need to be close to them is suddenly too much to bear. It feels like it’s hurting me. Like it’s bad. Like it has the potential to harm me. For a split second, I consider using my safeword. I can’t get my tongue to form the word, so I go for the next best thing.
“Mattie! Will!” They both look up sharply and hear what I’m feeling in my voice. “I want you.”
Mat’s off the bed like a shot. He bolts over to me and cuts me down quickly. He wraps his arms around me for a moment, and I lean against him, gulping great, ragged breaths, inhaling the familiar scent of him until I feel centered.
Will is lying back on the bed, watching intently, making sure I’m okay. He’s arranged himself on several pillows, so he’s half lying, half sitting.
“Turn around,” says Mat softly, and I do. He takes the base of the plug in one hand and gently pulls down. “Let go, Baby. Let go.” I bear down to ease the toy’s passage out of me. I cry out and cling to the pole as the widest part passes through me. “Reach back and hold yourself open.”
I do as he says without thinking. I use both hands and tug my cheeks apart, leaning heavily against the pole with one shoulder to keep myself steady.
The toy slips out of me and Will wheezes from across the room.
I know my ass is gaping. I can feel it. And I know he can see it.
Mat can too. Despite the terrible state of me, or perhaps because of it, a gentle trickle of humiliation warms me, twisting and curdling inside me and changing to something that burns brightly.
He sets the plug down, and I feel his attention move to Will.
I follow his gaze. Will is reclined and looks thoughtful as he slowly coats his erection with lube.
When he’s done, he tosses the bottle to Mat.
Mat catches it, plucking it out of the air with ease, and works big dollops of it into my ass.
He presses it in deep, coating every inch of my passage until I’m swaying on my feet and begging for more.
“Are you ready?” he asks quietly.
I nod, open-mouthed, and straighten up. I totter unsteadily to the bed where Will waits for me.
He has his glistening dick in his hand, stroking slowly, circling the base, and holding it up straight.
I crawl to him, shuddering in anticipation as I run my palm up the slight roughness of the hair on his shins.
I throw a leg over him, kneeling astride him and sinking down on him until I’m fully seated.
A low, rumbling sound fills the room. It’s an old sound.
A known sound. A sound I’ve only ever made for these men.
Will sighs softly, eyes going dreamy as he pulls me down closer.
I lean in to accept his kiss, even though I know that’s not all he’s offering.
He parts my legs a little more and nudges my hips back, exposing my stuffed hole to Mat.
My vision blurs from the feeling, from the certainty and the sureness, from the fact I know beyond a shadow of a doubt they’re about to give me what I’ve always wanted.
Mat’s hands are on my back, skipping across my spine, dropping soft kisses along my shoulder blades. His voice is soft and clear as he whispers, “We’re going to show you the stars, Baby. We’re going to take care of you and we’re going to make it so good for you.”
Will takes the hair that’s fallen into my face in his fist and holds it back. His eyes are dull with lust, but they spark when they meet mine. “We’re going to give you something you’ll never forget. We’re going to tear you up worse than ever before.”
Mat kisses me again. Soft lips stamped lightly on my skin. “You’re our perfect princess.”
Will kisses me too. Open-mouthed and dirty. “You’re our sweet little slut.”
I shiver bodily.
“We’re going to worship every inch of your body.”
“We’re going to ruin you.”
A terrible groan leaves me. My head spins, and I start frantically canting my hips, desperately seeking relief from the dick inside me.
Will catches me, fingers digging into my flesh as he holds me steady.
The mattress dips down and resettles as Mat moves into position behind me.
My breathing is rapid and out of control.
My heart is beating so fast I can hear it and feel it all over my body.
Mat’s hand moves down even farther, still light, still a ghost of a touch.
He traces my stretched rim with the pad of a finger.
I hiss and start thrashing. Will’s grip doesn’t waver.
Mat’s action is slow and deliberate. Gentle but unwavering.
I feel the cool trail of a slick, blunt head working its way down my crack. The pressure is quick and extreme.
God. It’s intense.
I feel myself open. There’s a quick sting.
A deep burn. Relentless force. Pushing. Pushing.
I cry out and struggle, bearing down as I part my legs wider.
Will holds me in place, just as I knew he would.
Just as I need him to. Mat pushes again, pressing his head down and notching it in as my ring suddenly gives way.
The sound I make is unlike anything I’ve ever heard. It sounds like something that’s broken free from the Earth’s core. It pours out of me and spills into the room, burning everything it touches, scorching it, and setting it on fire.
“You got it?” pants Will, checking on me with a gaze that travels straight through me.
I nod frantically, eyes wild and unhinged, as Mat eases himself all the way in.
Holy fuck. It’s a lot. There’s definitely pain, but it’s quickly drowned out by pleasure. Jesus. The pleasure. Every nerve in my body is alight. I’m burning and shaking from head to toe. My dick and balls are screaming for touch. Pressure. Anything. My ass is pulsing and quivering from shock.
Full.
I’m so full.
I know right then and there that I’ve never had any business using the word full before. In fact, anyone who’s ever used that word without having two dicks inside them should be fined on the spot.
This is full.
Will searches my face, eyes tracking up until our eyes meet. I nod again, drunkenly this time, doing my best to keep my eyes from crossing.
“Start moving, Mattie,” murmurs Will.
Mat moves slowly, inching in and out with the greatest of care.
No man has ever been more gentle, yet nothing has ever felt more forceful.
Will reaches down and takes my dripping cock in his hand, stroking slowly but firmly.
Mat slides in deep and draws back almost all the way out. He does it again. And again.
The city fades away. The sounds of cars and people evaporate into nothing.
So does the building. The walls and the floors.
It all turns to dust. Nothing exists except for the two men inside me.
Will starts moving too. Slower than Mat and even more carefully.
Two hard dicks snake inside me. Sliding over and under each other.
Rubbing together. Stretching me open, fighting for space.
Undoing me more than ever before. Unraveling me and breaking me open.
My hair is damp, and I feel it sticking to my neck and my face.
My eyes start to water, and there’s a good chance I’m drooling.
Will looks up at me and whispers in wonder, “Look at you. Look at you, Baby. You look so pretty with two cocks inside you.”
Mat moans behind me. His thrusts are growing urgent. He has one hand on my shoulder, keeping me in position, and the other moves down and settles over Will’s hand on my hip. Their fingers knot together, pinching my skin just enough to make me feel dizzy.
This is magic.
“Fuck,” breaths Mat, “it’s hot. It’s so hot I can’t take it.”
Will looks over my shoulder, and his steadfast demeanor starts to falter. “I feel you, Mattie. Your dick and mine. Fuck. You’re so close. I feel every…inch…of you.” He strokes my face clumsily. “And you, Baby, you’re what’s holding us together.”
Mat’s thrusts grow uncoordinated and jerky.
He moans and shouts as he shoots a load of epic proportions deep up my ass.
The hot blast of semen is all I need to send me over the edge too.
I follow Mat, blinded by pleasure, reeling in shock as it hits me.
It blasts me out of this galaxy and into the next one.
It takes me and clenches me, wringing me out and bending me this way until it feels like my spine might snap.
It’s forceful and majestic. Brutal and beautiful.
It leaves me reeling, twisting, and turning as I float back to earth in time to see Will start to shudder. His jaw falls open, eyes blind, and he howls like a wounded animal as he erupts.
I don’t know who moves first.
I don’t know where we are or what day it is.
I only know that I hear Mat and Will’s voices echoing sweet, familiar words back and forth, and I join the chorus.
“And you.”
“And you.”
“And you.”
When we come apart, Will holds me close and shuffles to the edge of the bed with me in his arms. He struggles to his feet, lifting and carrying me to the bathroom.
Ordinarily, the mere thought of a man picking me up and carrying me around makes me feel like I have the potential to become violent.
Right now, I don’t have the energy for even the slightest of protests.
He sets me down and starts running the hot water as Mat holds on to both my arms to keep me on my feet.
I find myself in the shower without actively deciding to be there. Steam swirls and hot water cascades around me. Will was right. The shower is tight for three people. Our bodies are warm and slippery as we press up against each other. It’s a hot mess of skin and bone and bulk.
I was right too.
I am the queen of tight spaces.
Will holds my hair up as Mat soaps me. My body feels electric and wildly oversensitive.
I gasp from every touch and don’t even try not to.
The washcloth feels rough against my skin as it works its way down my sides and up my inner thighs.
Mat sets the cloth down and takes the handheld shower nozzle down from its hook.
Will eases his hands around my waist and drops them down, gently cupping my cheeks and prying them apart as Mat washes lube and copious amounts of semen from my plundered hole.
It feels so good, so sensitive, and so fucking intimate that I all but sob as he does it.
Will’s eyes are a dark picture of concern. “You okay, Trouble?”
I rest my face where his neck and shoulder meet.
I’m aware of words now. I know they exist. I know it’s Sunday afternoon, and our building has walls and floors again.
I don’t have it in me to speak just yet though.
I nuzzle in, opening my mouth and clamping my teeth together.
Not hard enough to do damage, just hard enough to let him know I’m still wild.
I nod several times, tugging his skin between my teeth as I do it.
I hear him smile, expelling a soft “hmm” as he does.
I don’t need to see it to know it’s a smile that alters his features, softening hard edges and showing a hint of front teeth.
Just the thought of it sends a warm glow down the front of my body.
I feel Mat smile too, and I know a deep set of dimples and a cheeky grin are what's spreading heat all over the back of me.
They get me out of the shower and take turns drying me, dabbing me gently with a fluffy white towel as I do my best to stay on my feet.
My legs still feel like jelly and my hands are shaking badly.
When they’re satisfied I’m dry, Mat has me lift one leg and then the other as he pulls a pair of thick bulky pants up.
I look down and try to find words but fail, so I snort instead.
He takes his time, carefully tying the drawstring tightly enough to ensure his sweatpants don’t slip down when I walk.
“You don’t have to dress me,” I grumble when the full force of my humiliating situation hits me. “I can do it myself.”
Will ignores me and lifts my arms up, easing a big, baggy sweater over my head, pulling it down carefully. He untucks my hair from the collar, making sure it’s just right before he smooths wayward strands of hair out of my face and kisses me sweetly on both cheeks.
I’m cocooned head to toe in their clothes. Buttery-soft fabric envelops me and makes me feel about as spoiled and contained and owned as a human being can ever feel.
Mat wraps his arms around me, lifting me up and making me circle his hips with my legs. There’s a heavy arm around my waist and a big hand under my ass, supporting my weight.
‘No, no!” I cry. “Put me down. I can walk by myself.”
Will chuckles softly and shakes his head. “Oh, Baby, you’re not doing a damn thing for the rest of the day. In fact, you’ll be lucky if we let you do anything for yourself for the next week.”