Chapter 7
Come and get me
Amo
Watching his face contort into a vicious sneer as his hips unhinge from his body was not what I was expecting to get me hard all over again.
But when he finally slips inside, his cock seated all the way until I feel his groin hit my cheeks, I moan.
The sounds that come out of my lips are embarrassing, but that doesn’t stop me one bit from nearly screaming with each stroke of his cock, his piercings, over that thing inside me.
“You’ve been begging for my attention this whole time,” he snarls into my ear, and my stomach gets tighter. “Just. Wanted. To be. My whore.” With each word is a punishing thrust, his hot breath pumping over my ear, and I lose it.
Untouched, I come again, shooting ropes all over our fronts, soaking our chests.
Moros thrusts deep, deep, deep enough that the sting is gone but the ache will never recede before stilling.
I can feel him thicken inside me and he roars as he comes, filling me with his hot seed.
He pants. Dark eyes blown out to black. Thick corded muscle straining in his neck.
And I know that I’ve fucked up when he leans back on his haunches and starts to pull out of me.
I wince, and not just because of the sting that’s back in full force, but because of the sudden emptiness without him filling me up.
But then he looks down at me, my exposed and empty hole, and curses hotly.
“You’re gaping, kitten,” he says on a rasp that makes my stomach flip with hope of more. Hope of a next time. Hope that this isn’t the last time I feel him leaking out of me.
I have no business thinking that.
His gaze trails up my body, snags in the way my shirt is pushed up to my chin and then my lips that feel swollen from where I gnawed on them.
“Such a whore.”
I hate that word. It’s connotation mean and unnecessary.
But when I watch his lips pucker around it, his deep fucking voice void of anything except unconfined lust, I shiver.
And then I nod.
I don’t know why I do, and it makes my cheeks heat, but when his face slips into that sort of satisfied look, like that of a hunter that’s caught his prey, I can’t hate myself for it.
Because he dives down and envelopes my messy cock in his mouth, sucking me until my half-hard length is back to full mast.
Moros doesn’t stop there, though.
He yanks my legs up to my chest and pins me, making my hole leak even more as he watches.
“Hold your legs up, whore.”
I don’t bother asking why. Whatever it is that he wants, I want it, too. So, I do as he says and spread myself wide for him.
Again, he catches me off guard by delving between my cheeks and licking my desperately aching hole.
Years of pent-up sexual frustration is my only explanation for how many keening noises I make as his tongue laps at me, his lips sucking on me. His tongue fucking into me.
“Fuck, Moros.”
He doesn’t relent. Instead, he drives deeper into my hole, the stubble on his chin leaving a delicious burn behind.
Who knew eating ass felt so good?
And that’s how Wilson catches us.
I jump when the shadow casts over us, blocking out the now bright sunlight filtering through the open door, and try to scramble away. Cover myself. Something.
Does Moros stop tongue fucking my gaping hole?
Nope.
“Don’t mind me,” Wilson rasps, his thick hand cupping his cock through his pants.
“Didn’t plan on it,” Moros murmurs against my hole and reaches up to languidly stroke at my cock.
Just like the whore I am, I thicken against his palm and watch Wilson watching Moros.
There’s an air of something around them. Like maybe they’ve messed around before, and I fight the ping of jealousy that fills my gut.
Did he eat Wilson out like this?
The feeling doesn’t stick for long when Moros’s thumb swipes over my slick head and spreads the beading precum all around.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I murmur with a that familiar tightness in my lower stomach, my head falling back.
“Whore,” Moros rasps into my hole and strokes me faster. “Likes to be watched. Wilson?”
The man standing next to us snaps his gaze up, his cock fully out now and in his palm.
“Yeah, boss?”
“Suck his little prick would you?”
I’ve never seen such a burly man drop to his knees so fast.
Oh, fuck.
Is this really happening?
I thought this only happened in dreams?
As if to prove it for me, Moros pinches my head and releases me as Wilson curls his big body closer, his breath fanning over my wet tip.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
“Okay?” he asks me just before his lips connect with my cock, but I can’t focus on what he means with Moros’s tongue stuffing me full. Fucking in and out of me. Lapping every last bit of his cum from inside me.
I nod anyway, my eyes rolling back.
I don’t get to watch as I’m surrounded by soft, wet heat, my erection swallowed nearly whole.
“Oh shitfuckkkk,” I cry out, my back arching up off the bedding.
It’s then that Moros’s tongue is replaced by something thick and long and I don’t get a chance to warn Wilson when something touches my prostate. I just explode between his lips, and he greedily sucks down my cum.
They’re still moving around me when I come back down and open my eyes to Moros back between my legs, his length buried inside me once again.
“Wilson,” he grunts out, red lips parted as he rides out his orgasm. “Open your slutty fucking mouth.”
The thicker man seems to shudder as he pops off my cock and hangs his jaw wide open so Moros can slip from inside me and jack into him.
He roars his pleasure, and Wilson doesn’t waste a single drop that strikes his chin and cheek.
Swallowing hardily and licking his lips, Wilson knee walks closer to my side, his fist pumping his cock.
He comes on me, his release mixing with mine, and I gasp at the heat of it.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe with a fuzzy head, balls thrumming, and my hole aching. “Is this why it’s off limits out here?”
“No.” Wilson chuckles, the thud of him hitting the bedding next to me accompanying the sound. “The pile of bodies is why.”
“Oh,” I answer dazedly, my lips smacking against the sudden dryness of them.
“You okay?” Wilson asks lightly despite how raspy his voice is, and I sigh.
“Can’t feel my legs.”
He snorts, and the faint feather-light touch of something swipes across my chest. It almost feels wet. But my head is too heavy to lift and check.
I barely crack an eye open, my vision filled with Wilson haloed by sunlight, and it makes my smile lopsided.
“You’re pretty,” I murmur and poke at his crooked nose.
“Thanks, kitten,” Moros responds dryly.
They’re like … night and day even though they’re both big and scary-looking guards. They both have deep voices but Wilson’s carries lightly where Moros’s is like a whip cracking. Sharp and direct.
Wilson’s hair is lighter, wild like the people from the mountains, his beard grown in just enough to dust his jaw. But Moros … his hair is black as night and curled around his ears. Straight. His chin clean of hair like mine.
The main difference, though, is their demeanors.
Moros looks like he’s ready to rip off heads at any given moment, which is exactly what makes him a target for someone like me. I have to test it, okay? Got to make sure they aren’t just playing the asshole card. And he challenges me, I guess. I find it fucking attractive.
Then there’s the man that was shooting at us when we got here, who is now laying beside me, cleaning my body and humming soothingly.
There’re legends based off these two men.
I can see why.
“I’m mad you were shooting at us,” I mumble with heavy eyelids.
Wilson snorts again, the sound echoed by Moros’s heavy steps around the space.
“It’s our thing.”
“You’ll never hit me,” Moros scoffs out. “You like my dick too much.”
Wilson’s eyes go sharp. “When you’re the only one that’ll stick it in my ass, yeah.”
A laugh bubbles out of me.
“You guys are funny.”
I feel floaty, my muscles like dough even as Wilson tilts me around to dress me.
The blanket is draped over me next, and it smells like forest and sex and man.
It’s so damn soothing as I stare up at the water-stained ceiling that I’m certain I fall into that space between sleep and awake.
The guys talk in hushed tones around me, their timbres an easy noise to listen to without having to pay attention to the words they speak.
Holy shit, I don’t think my brain has ever been this quiet.
“Is everyone’s first time like this?” I absently ask the room, my eyes sliding closed.
“The prostate is his favorite toy,” Wilson says and it’s like I can hear the smile in his voice. “They’re great orgasms.”
“Nah,” I mumble and lift my hand, though I don’t know what I’m reaching for until Wilson’s hand finds mine and fits perfectly. “I meant having sex. Is everyone’s like this?”
His fingers go stiff in mine, the air next to me shifting.
“Amo, what do you mean?” Wilson asks uncharacteristically stiffly. “Your first time with a guy?”
I shake my head, my curls knotting painfully beneath me.
“First, first time.”
“With a man.”
“No. First time sexing ever.”
It falls so quiet around me that even Moros’s steps have stopped, and I crack my eyes open at the shock of silence.
The first thing I see is Moros’s dark wide eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line.
“How is that?”
“I’ve been too gay for the girls?” I say, though the humor falls short as the two of them share a look that could cut glass. “Look, I know it’s pitiful, but I tried and—” I swallow hard, a wave of something ugly and remorseful taking over my stomach. “And I couldn’t … y’know.”
The tops of Wilson’s cheeks bloom a pretty shade of pink, and he nods knowingly.
“I used to think something was wrong with me,” he admits and rubs the back of his neck almost sheepishly.
Meanwhile, Moros snorts and resumes his pacing.
Ignoring him, I grab Wilson’s hand and squeeze his fingers. “There’s nothing wrong with either of us.”
Shaking his head, his lips spread into a grin I find myself wanting to kiss.
I sit all the way up, intending on doing just that since I managed to fuck around with both of them without a single press of lips together, and return Wilson’s smile.
“Not at all,” he murmurs warmly, his breath fanning over my lips that his eyes are focused in on, his face slowly coming closer.
Taking the leap, I cross the distance and press my mouth to his.
He hums and leans in harder, parting open for me to dive in.
I don’t hesitate to slide my tongue along his.
The taste of Moros’s cum is faint on his breath, and my stomach does an insane flip inside me, the ache of what we’ve done here today making itself pleasantly known as I shift closer.
Delve my tongue deeper. Slide my palm along that hairy jaw and cup it.
We part with a smack of wet lips and panting breaths, his tilted in a goofy grin.
The look alone makes my heart do a little pitter-patter inside my chest.
“As much as I hate to break up this little—” Moros waves a hand in our direction, but he can’t deny the blown pupils and nibbled lip, “—but we need to go.”
Sighing, I press another chaste kiss to Wilson’s lips and leave him on the floor with a soft smile.
“See you soon.”