Chapter 15 #6
“Yours! Ah, fuck, Little Dick,” I moan. “Harder.” My hand is moving faster now.
Fast enough I could probably create a spark from friction, but the only flame I see is my flamer boyfriend, fucking my hole like it’s what he was born to do.
He picks up speed, our skin making a slapping sound each time he connects.
He’s fucking faster than I’ve ever fucked anyone, and I kind of want him to go even faster.
To break me however hard he has to. To take away any chance of catching my breath.
Fuck breathing, I want him to rip the air right out of my lungs.
Sweat pours down his face, dripping and dropping, one after the other, until it feels like the start of a summer storm.
Just when I think he can’t fuck me better than he already is, he grabs me by both wrists, jerking my hands away from the headboard, pinning me to the mattress.
He looks fuckin’ feral right now, teeth bared, actually growling.
Now, I ain’t saying femme guys ain’t men, but before this moment, I never could’ve pictured Ezra so masculine.
He’s fucking me through the mattress, his voice taking this low, gravelly tone.
Jesus. I can almost picture it. Ezra as a masc top, the way he asked about earlier.
Walking around like a butch badass, maybe wearing leather pants that cling to that tight fuckin’ ass.
Carrying me around on his hip, physical limitations be damned.
“Mine,” Ezra barks. The way he says it leaves no room for argument—not that I’d ever argue the fact. I’m his. I’m theirs.
Whatever I’m feeling inside, Bubba must feel it too, because as Ezra slams into me, each thrust is met with praise from my best friend. “Good boy,” Bubba tells me. “Precious boy. Daddy’s sweet boy.”
He’s knelt at Ezra’s side, his hand behind Ez’s back, and judging by the way Ezra’s biting his lip, looking slightly pained, I guess he’s fingering his hole.
Fuck. I can’t wait to see Bubba fuck him.
I want to see Ezra’s tight, pink hole stretch around the man we love, opening wider and wider until Bubba’s balls deep inside him.
“Can I do masc-top things to you?” Ezra asks, his right eye twitchin’ like a maniac. He’s breathing hard, and there is sweat streaking down his face, even though we ain’t been at it for long, and it’s not very warm in our bedroom.
“What the fuck are masc-top things?”
He licks his lips. “Wanna fuck you doggy style. Want you face down, ass up, sir.” He thrusts again, and it feels like he’s trying to harpoon fuckin’ organs. “I want to fuck you like Bubba used to fuck his wife. You told me about it, remember?”
My cheeks flush. “Shut up, Ezra.” He slams his cock inside, hitting some magic button I never knew existed, lighting me up from the inside out, crying out his name at a pitch I ain’t particularly proud of.
“You told me how you’d lie in bed, listening to them.
You would stroke your big fucking cock while Bubba fucked her on the other side of the wall.
” Ezra pulls out of me, and before I can object, he turns me over with little effort.
As I lie on the bed in a haze of confusion, my cock grinding against the mattress, he puts his hands on my hips and lifts them.
Bubba smirks at me. “Did you really? Did I make you come, baby?”
“Every time,” I admit, nodding desperately. Fuck. I need this. I need them. So fucking much. “Every night, Bubba. Even when you didn’t fuck her. I’d stroke my cock waiting for it to happen.”
“That’s so fucking hot, bro,” Bubba says, stroking his cock.
Ezra’s hand slides down and cups my ass cheek, pulling it open.
“Fuck. I made your hole swell a little. It’s all pink and wet and used.
” The next thing I know, he’s dragging a tongue across my asshole, growling like it fucked his mom or something.
He goes quiet, and when I look over my shoulder, he’s just glaring at it.
“Ez?”
“I’m not going to go easy on you,” he says, but whether it’s to me or my asshole is anyone’s guess. He takes another lick up my crack, and I have to bite my lip when he reaches my hole.
After a few minutes of the best rim job of my life, he rises and aims his cock at my entrance. He doesn’t give me any warning, just plunges in until he’s balls deep.
“Ah, fuck,” I moan.
He stops moving and runs a hand up and down my back. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, trying to find my bearings. “It’s hot. I just need a second.” He continues rubbing my back while I catch my breath, waiting until I look over my shoulder, hungrily, I’m sure, and nod. “Fuck me.”
Ezra pulls out, only to slam back in, jackhammering into me like a porn star. He’s in his masc-top era, I guess. His head rears all the way back, and he lets out this loud, feral growl, like a jaguar ready to pounce. “Gonna fill this hole. Gonna pump you full.”
My eyes roll back in my head when Bubba leans in and claims one of Ezra’s nipples, taking it between his teeth, then sucking, Ezra grabs Bubba by the back of the head and forcefully pulls him closer, like a fuckin’ alpha beast.
“I looked at that planner app on your phone,” Ezra says, staring down as he fucks me.
“Huh?” I’m moving my hips in time with his, and each time he slams in, there’s this loud slapping sound that I hope Jaden can’t hear downstairs.
He guides Bubba from his nipple to his neck, and Bubba starts leaving kisses across the back. “You’re ovulating.”
A chill runs down my spine. “The fuck I am!”
He kisses my shoulder. “I’m going to put a baby in you, Daddy.”
The title makes my cock ache, and I take it in my hand and stroke it, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. “You’re welcome to try, but I’m pretty sure you ain’t getting a cis man pregnant.”
“My dad was in the war when mom got pregnant with me. She said he had super swimmers that made it all the way from Iraq.” As he fucks me from behind, giving me some of the weirdest fuckin’ dirty talk I’ve ever heard, Ezra, goddamn contortionist that he is, licks the entire length of my spine before sucking on my earlobe for a second.
“My family has a potent, virile spermline. I’m about to knock you up. ”
“That’s the stupidest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever heard,” I moan. “But fuck it. If that’s what you need to nut, fill me up, Little Dick. Knock me up.”
“Hey. Look at me.”
I look back at him. “What?”
“You’re not into it, are you?”
I shrug. “I don’t hate it or anything. It just ain’t my thing. I’m cool with playing the fantasy out though. I don’t mind.”
He moves in closer, eyes closing as he kisses me. “No. I want you to be completely into it when I breed you for the first time.”
“The first time?” Bubba asks.
“Yeah. I think I might be a vers king. Is that okay?”
“Anything is okay, Ez. Anything is always okay.”
His lip trembles, but he quickly rights himself, nodding decisively before pulling away from me, slipping out of my hole. I want him back. “Lie down.”
I turn until I’m on my back, looking up as he raises my legs above his shoulders, and I cross my ankles behind him.
He touches my cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful this way.”
Heat rises in my cheeks. “You too.”
“I’m going to fuck you now. Are you ready?” He waits for my nod before lining his cock with my hole.
“Bubba,” I call. “Bubba, please?”
He looks down at me, eyes glazed over. “Yeah?”
“Jerk me off. I want your hands on me. I want you to be the one to make it happen.”
His pupils blow wide, and his tongue trails across his lips, getting them nice and wet. “You want me to make you come?”
“I need it to be you. You have to be part of this. I can’t do it without you.” I take another breath, and before I can let it out, his hand curls around my cock, stroking up, then down, resting at the base.
“I’ll give you anything you need. All you ever have to do is ask.” He strokes a little faster, fist clenching tighter each time he
“Oh, fuck. Bubba. Yes. More.” I’m writhing around like a fuckin’ whore for Ezra, desperate for release, completely at Bubba’s mercy. “Please?”
“Are you close, Johnny Boy?” he asks, pumping me slowly. “Do you want me to make you come? That’s it, baby. Get that nut. I’m so fuckin’ proud of you. You’re taking our boy so well.”
I whine, this high-pitched sound, desperate and broken. My hips are thrusting a mile a minute, fucking my cock into his fist, in and out, the sound of slick pre-cum on skin leaving no question what we’re doing to anyone who overhears.
Ezra’s lips are everywhere, all at once. My forehead. My cheek. A nipple here, a nipple there. Each kiss lasts longer than before, and once he’s done, he stares down at me, thrusting. “Mine. Fucking say it, Johnny.”
I nod, because fuck yeah, I’m his. “Yours! I promise. Always.” Bubba’s grip tightens, and he interrupts our kiss, but I don’t give a fuck. I want to see it. I want to watch them suck the life out of each other until they’re running on nothing but cum and testosterone.
They’re so fuckin’ sexy together.
Ah, shit. It’s happening. My balls draw closer to my body, and I whisper the only word I can.
“Close.”
They break the kiss, jerking their heads down to look at me. Having them watch me this way, my cock twitching left and right, is the single greatest sexual moment of my life.
Leave it to Bubba to make things even better.
God. When his mouth engulfs my cock, taking me right down to the fuckin’ base, it feels like the world stopped spinning. I’ve got Ezra taking me from behind, and my best friend in the world swallowing me down like it’s what he was put here to do.
“I’m gonna come. Bubba. If you don’t want me to—”
Ezra puts his hand over my mouth. “Baby, this is the part where you come in his mouth.”
Bubba gives me an approving thumbs up.