19. Tino
Chapter 19
Tino
I have an idea, but I’m not sure how it’s going to go down.
“Think you can take both of us at the same time?” I ask her. “Both of us in one hole?”
She stiffens slightly in my grip. “I—I’m not sure.”
“We’ll go slow and use plenty of lube, get you good and stretched first.”
“I’ve never done anything like that before.” Her eyes are wide.
“I know, sweet girl, but we’ll take care of you. Right, D?”
I catch his eye, and he nods. It’ll mean our cocks will be pressed right up against each other, that we’ll be bathed in each other’s cum, but we’ll be surrounded by Mackenzie’s pussy while we do.
I rub my hand across the tattoos that run up the side of my neck, massaging the muscles there. I’m all fucking knotted up after being in that basement, and I can’t even imagine what sort of shit Kenzie and Kirill went through. Kirill, in particular, seems haunted.
I saw my men back to the small private airport, made sure they got onboard safely. Not all of them did, however. We lost a couple of men back there, and I’ll forever feel responsible. I know my father will make sure their families are well compensated and looked after, but no amount of money will bring back a loved one.
Mackenzie is naked and sitting on my lap. I take hold of her shoulders and kiss the side of her neck. My fingers scrape the bandage on her upper arm.
“What’s this?” I ask.
She draws a breath. “Oh, shit. I completely forgot.”
“About what?”
Her gaze flicks over to Kirill, and then back to me. “Grigoriy cut out my birth control implant.”
My eyebrows lift. “He did what?” If he wasn’t already dead, I’d kill the son of a bitch all over again.
“He wanted Kirill to get me pregnant.”
I glance over at our friend. “And might he have?”
She nods. “It’s possible, yes. The implant stops working almost the moment it’s removed.”
My hand slides around her waist to cup her stomach. “So there might be life inside you already. And if there isn’t, us fucking you now, with no protection, might fill your belly with a baby.”
The thought makes me even harder. I picture Kenzie with her stomach swollen and rounded with one of our babies, her tits huge and heavy, her nipples fat and sensitive. I jam myself against her ass, rocking my hips to create pressure.
“I don’t care,” she blurts recklessly. “I just want to feel you inside me. I want your cum. Skin on skin. It’s important.”
I thumb her lower lip. “We’ll give you whatever you want.”
“Thank you,” she whispers. “I want you to wipe away every memory of those men.”
“Forget those assholes. They’re nothing. Less than nothing. You’re ours, and this pussy is ours. They never even existed.”
I slide my hand from her stomach, down between her legs, and push my fingers inside her. She’s already wet from Dom playing with her, but we need to make her wetter if she’s going to take both of us.
“Get the lube,” I tell Dom.
He nods and gets to his feet, and returns with the small bottle.
First, I use only two fingers, working her slowly, and then I nod to Dom, who adds lube to my hand. I push in a third finger, stretching her.
Her back arches against my chest. “Oh, God. Oh, fuck.”
“We’re only getting started. If you want to stop, just say so.”
In any other circumstances, I probably wouldn’t have given her that out, but she’s been through so much. She needs to know we’ll take care of her, and that we have her well-being at heart.
We owe her so fucking much. So many apologies. Years of making how we’ve treated her—how every fucking man in her life has treated her—up to her. And I’m determined to do it, too. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her.
“D, we need you here,” I tell my friend.
He understands what I’m saying. He kneels back between her legs and pushes a finger next to mine, edging inside her as well, so now she has both our fingers inside her. She whimpers and moans, her body shaking, and I think it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I kiss the side of her neck again, biting and sucking. She’s close, I can feel it, but we can’t let her come yet.
“Add a fifth, D,” I instruct. “Stretch her wide open. I want to see her gaping.”
He does, his gaze fixed on her pussy. I wish I had his view, but I can see enough, and I can feel his fingers next to mine. We’re not pumping in and out of her, as we would if we were just using a finger or two. No, this is about stretching her wide enough to take us both.
Kenzie shudders and mewls, her hips bucking to encourage us to fuck her. I’m so hard, I’m surprised I don’t come in my jeans like a horny teenager.
“Calm down, Duchess,” I tell her. “Just roll with this.”
“I just…I can’t…oh, God.”
She can’t even form a complete sentence.
“One more finger, D.” Then she’ll have six fingers inside her, and I’ll know she can take us.
Dom changes the angle of his hand to push another finger in next to mine. Kenzie squeals and arches her body, but I use my free hand to clamp her against me. Dom ducks his head to suck on her clit, and I feel her pussy clenching around us.
“I think she’s ready,” I say.
We both slip our fingers from her body. Her pussy is wet and squelching—primed to take us.
Dom helps her to her feet, though her legs tremble, and we both quickly strip. I sit back down on the couch, facing into the middle, and Dom sits opposite me.
I’m taller than Dom, so I grab his legs and pull them over my thighs, so he’s almost straddling me. The position brings us face to face, but more than that, it brings our cocks so they stand erect between us. Our balls press together, hot and soft. It’s a strange sensation, but we’re not doing this because it turns each other on—though I have to admit it’s hot as fuck. No, this is for Mackenzie, so she can feel both of us inside her pussy at once.
Dom’s cock is big, but mine is bigger, plus I have the addition of the Jacob’s ladder piercing running down the length.
I can tell Dom’s curious.
“It’s okay. You can touch it,” I tell him.
He does, too, running his thumb between us, over the barbell. My dick jumps at the contact and a little precum leaks from the slit.
Mackenzie’s eyes are wide, her lips plump and parted.
“Want to suck us, Duchess?” I ask.
She nods and drops to her knees on the floor beside the couch. Using both hands, she holds us together, so our cocks are pressed tight. She goes to town, moving between us, licking and sucking, running her tongue up and down our lengths. Dom’s balls tighten and contract against mine, and I shuffle a little lower, enjoying the sensation of her mouth on my dick, and Dom’s balls pressed flush against mine.
My gaze flicks over to Kirill. He’s still sitting there, just watching. I don’t know how the fuck he can stop himself from joining in, but he’s a grown man. He’ll do what he wants.
Dom puts a hand on Kenzie’s shoulder. “You have to stop, or I’ll come.”
“Yeah, it’s time,” I agree. “We want to be inside you.
She licks her lower lip nervously. “Can I really take both of you?”
I nod. “Slowly, yes. You’re on top, so you control the pace.”
We get the lube back out, and I use it to smother my cock, and then I rub some over Dom’s. He sucks in a breath and clenches his teeth as my hand slides down his length and then smears more lube over the head. Then I wrap my hand around both our bases, holding us together.
“Ready, Duchess?”
I know her pussy is wide and gaping from our fingers, and she’s dripping wet, too.
“You can do this,” I tell her. “Breathe deep.”
She swings her leg over our joined cocks and settles her pussy above us. She’s facing me, so I get her mouth and tits, and Dom gets her ass. He’s always been more of an ass man. I’m sure when she’s settled on us fully he’ll play with that hole with his fingers as well.
“Can you feel my piercings, D?” I ask my friend.
“Yeah, fuck. Shit, they feel good.”
Kenzie uses her hand to hold the heads of our cocks together. She wiggles that sweet little ass and spreads her legs wider. It’s slippery, and wet, and I think one of us is going to slide right out of her grasp before she can take us, but then her pussy stretches wide enough, and both our cockheads enter her.