Chapter 4
SKYE
“Hand on my thigh,” Luca ordered Brooks. “Pinch me three times if you need to safeword.”
“Yessir,” Brooks answered around Luca’s tip. Then he adjusted himself into the position Luca had instructed.
With a slight nod from Luca, I pushed back in at the same time as he filled Brooks’s mouth with his cock. He barely gave him a second to acclimate to the thickness before he started to fuck his throat.
I released my hold on Brooks’s hair before I accidentally pulled it out and gripped his hips while Luca cupped his face, holding him still. All my sunshine could do was hang on while we used him. He was dripping steadily onto the sheets; he wouldn’t last much longer.
It took only a moment for me to get with the rhythm and back to fucking Brooks. I was usually in his position, so I needed a second to get used to it.
Then, just as Luca and I had the perfect push and pull and Brooks was being thoroughly stuffed, I felt a dry finger press against my hole. Maverick.
His hand snaked around my front, cupping my throat. “Is this too much for you, toy? Pretending to be a top?”
Fuck. “Not . . . pretending,” I gritted out, thrusting so hard into Brooks that the poor boy choked on Luca’s dick, spluttering. Neither one of us stopped.
“Oh yeah?” My hole fluttered as he pushed in, just a little. It burned, but I had prepped myself along with Brooks, so not much. “Are you sure? I see a needy hole desperate to be fucked.”
“I—” Thrust. “Can—” Thrust. “Be both—” Two more thrusts.
Maverick’s thumb left me. I almost whined, but I refused to tell the bastard that I mourned the loss. He leaned over me to grab one of the bottles of lube. “We’ll see about that.”
The cap opened with a snick, and there was a moment of nothingness where I waited, wondering what was about to happen.
Mav’s hand flexed around my throat, squeezing just enough for me to feel it, as he pushed in with one thrust. I screamed at the intrusion. I liked minimal prep, but it always stung a little, no matter how much I enjoyed it.
Maverick’s grip tightened until my vision got blurry around the edges. He thrust into me with such force that I was no longer fucking Brooks, but was just a vessel, a fuck toy, for Mav to use to indirectly fuck his boy.
That was all I needed. “Coming!” I managed to shout. Maverick squeezed one more time before letting go, just as my orgasm painted Brooks’s insides.
It started a chain reaction. I wasn’t fully down from it yet when Brooks started to shake uncontrollably.
“Better hurry, bunny, before Skye pulls out,” Luca warned. He tried for a conversational tone, but he was too far gone himself as he pushed back into Brooks’s throat.
Brooks screamed around his cock and then was coming all over the waterproof sheets.
“Fuck, you feel so good, trouble.” Luca pulled out about halfway, keeping just the tip inside Brooks’s lips. “Don’t swallow,” he warned before shooting his load into Brooks’s mouth.
I didn’t see what else happened because Maverick folded me in half on top of Brooks’s back and fucked me like the beast he was.
I was spent, and all I could do was lie there hoping I wasn’t crushing Brooks too much, and then Maverick was pulling out before hot, sticky cum sprayed over my ass and back.
Maverick’s fingers ran through his mess before pulling me back by my hair. “Open.”
I obeyed, too exhausted to even think of a comeback. He shoved his fingers inside, and I licked them clean, his salty release coating my tongue. Mav fed me more of it with an order not to swallow, then he patted my ass. “Go share with your kink brother.”
Shit, that was so fucking filthy. I didn’t have the strength to get off the bed, so I kind of just flopped forward so I was face-to-face with Brooks. He blinked sleepily at me.
I managed to take control one last time, our lips meeting in a messy kiss as we shared our Dom’s releases.
Diego cursed, and then someone else was orgasming, but I was focused on Brooks’s lips as he used his tongue to push Luca’s cum into my mouth, mixing it with Maverick’s.
Then we were both being hauled up and Luca was taking my mouth in a brutal kiss while Mav did the same to Brooks. I was glad that they were taking control, moving my head exactly where they wanted it, because honestly I didn’t have the strength.
Someone manhandled me to the side. “Cuddle with Brooks.” That was Luca, I thought.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Come here, sunshine.” Brooks lay half on top of me, his face against mine. His eyes were mostly closed.
“How you doing?” I asked, patting back his sweaty hair.
“Soooo good. Feel empty.”
I glanced up to see Wes lubing up. “I don’t think you have to worry about that for much longer, baby.”
“Good.” A straw was pressed to my lips.
“Drink, honey.” I did as asked.
Another straw was presented to Brooks’s. “C’mon, sweetheart. Have a little drink for me, and then Daddy Wes is gonna fill you up,” I encouraged when Brooks tried unsuccessfully to swat Luca’s hand away.
He grumbled but finally took a few sips. Maverick leaned down, kissing both of our heads. “My good little sluts.” Brooks wiggled.
Wes came onto the bed, his hand running down Brooks’s back. “Hey, sweetheart, can you take another?”
“Mm-hmmm. Green.”
“Good boy.”
Wes adjusted him so he was lying more comfortably across me. “Okay, Skye?” he checked in, the ultimate worrier. I gave him a thumbs-up.
Wes laughed, and then he pushed easily inside Brooks’s sloppy hole.
I drifted in and out while Wes fucked Brooks, and I thought Brooks did too. Good thing somnophilia had recently been added to his “yes” list.
I woke up with a start as Brooks’s body stiffened, and then his orgasm splashed all over my thigh.
I wasn’t hard yet—I didn’t have sunshine’s refractory period—but that almost did the trick.
Wes must have also shot his load because he was pulling out now.
I half sat up so I could get a clear view of Brooks’s messy, gaping hole as the cum dripped out.
“Fuck,” Brooks muttered, shivering in my arms. I held him tighter and looked around until my eyes met Maverick’s. In an instant, he was there, lying next to us, none of us remotely bothered by the mess of the sheets.
“Brat, can you look at me?” His tone was soft and gentle. Brooks’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled sleepily at Maverick.
“Answer me honestly, can we do this, or do we need to wait for another day? You know I won’t be mad either way.”
But that seemed to sober Brooks up some. “Please, Sir. I’m good. I promise. Green. Green for your fist. You promised I’d be your puppet,” he all but whined.
Maverick laughed and tapped Brooks’s nose with a finger. “You’re right. I don’t want to break that promise. But you will safeword if it gets to be too much, understood?”
Brooks nodded seriously. “Yes, Sir. I will.”
“Good boy.” He looked at one of the guys beyond me.
“Help me get him on the swing.”
That hadn’t been the original plan, but it was a good idea. With how boneless Brooks was now, having the swing hold his weight and keep him in the right position would make things much easier.
Luca’s strong arms were there, lifting Brooks off me. He paused before he pulled him off, kissing the top of my head. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” I whispered before Luca straightened up and I was completely free of Brooks’s weight. Maverick kissed me once and then climbed off the bed. I didn’t have the strength for all that, so I turned on my side so I had a good view of the swing the Doms were hooking Brooks into.
His arms were strapped above his head, his legs spread wide and pulled toward his ears. It would give Mav the perfect angle to reach his hole while Brooks didn’t have to do anything but take it. Which was plenty, in my opinion. I’d taken Mav’s fist once, and that had been more than enough.
Maverick squeezed Brooks’s thigh. “Color?”
“Green.”
Luca was petting Brooks’s hair. “Bonds feel okay? How are you being completely strapped in?”
“I’m good, Sir. I promise. I feel safe with you all.”
“That’s all we ask. If that changes, safeword.”
I could see Brooks’s eye roll from here, but he still agreed.
Maverick grabbed one of the bottles of lube and poured some on two fingers.
“Let’s see how loose the slutty hole is.” Mav tsked. “You just let anyone inside you, huh? Slut.” Brooks whined, his eyes rolling back, his dick making a valiant effort to get hard yet again.
Maverick easily slid two fingers inside, and it didn’t take long before he added three. He must’ve been putting a lot of pressure on Brooks’s prostate because the boy was keening, his body moving as much as possible while bound.
Maverick was using the leverage to fuck Brooks onto his fingers, keeping them still while he lightly pushed the swing back and forth. He stilled it.
“Adding a fourth.” He poured more lube directly onto Brooks’s hole before pushing in his fourth finger.
We all watched in fascination. I thought we all had come at least once by that point, but everyone was hard again, including Brooks, who was pleading nonsensically as Maverick spread his fingers inside him.
“Please, Sir. Please, please, please. I’m ready! I need it. I’m good. Green. So, so green. Greenest green! Please!”
“Easy there, brat. I’ll give you what you need.”
He added even more lube. Then there was a hush as Maverick carefully added his thumb, folding it behind his four fingers.
“Fuuuuck,” Brooks cried, throwing his head back into the swing, thrashing his arms against the restraints.
“Color,” Mav demanded, his voice rough.
“G-good. Gr-green. Just so full. Oh, god, Sir. Please. Please move.”
“I got you, Brooks.”
I wasn’t sure how long it took, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen Maverick that patient before, but when he finally pulled out of Brooks, he entered again with a closed fist.
“Ahhh! Oh my god. Sir. Holy shit. Sir, Sir, Sir.”
“Shhh, relax, Brooks. Stop fighting it. Relax and let me in.”
“It’s so much.” Brooks was sobbing. Luca was behind him, rubbing his head and whispering praise and platitudes.
“You’re doing so good, trouble. God, it looks so fucking obscene, you stretched out on Maverick’s hand like that. You’re almost there. Doing so good.”
I finally managed to climb off the bed and joined the rest of the guys. Even Diego was close, his eyes glued on Maverick.
Maverick used the swing for momentum, working himself in, centimeter by centimeter before he was fully inside Brooks.
“You did it, brat. I’m inside. You’re mine. In every way, in everything, always. Mine.”
He started to push the swing again, slowly fucking Brooks on his fist. Mav held Brooks’s hand where it was thrashing in the bonds. Good thing they were soft or he’d be tearing the fuck out of his knuckles.
“You’re such a fucking boss, sunshine. Mav’s hand is massive. And you’re taking it like it’s nothing.”
Brooks tried to laugh but it came out more like a sob. Tears were streaming freely now, and fuck did he look beautiful.
“Gonna— Gonna come!” He sounded breathless, body shaking.
“Come whenever you need to,” Maverick encouraged, voice rough. His eyes were glued on where his wrist met Brooks’s hole. So fixated that even Maverick had no more dirty talk to give.
Diego was close then. “You’re so amazing, B. Look.” He gestured down to where his cock was hard and leaking as he jerked himself off roughly. “I’m going to get off twice. I never do that.”
Brooks’s smile was sleepy but triumphant.
“I want it on me. Oh fuck!” He thrashed and then shot his third untouched load of the night. It was so fucking impressive that I knew if I put in a little effort, I could easily release a second.
Maverick worked on slowly pulling out, putting four fingers back in almost immediately, knowing Brooks would feel incredibly empty. Someone got Diego a stool so he could reach Brooks’s head.
“Open up, B.” Brooks didn’t get his mouth fully open before Diego was shooting all over his face.
“Fuck.” I was next, aiming for Brooks’s stomach. Maverick was down to two fingers.
“Can someone get me a thin plug?”
Wes ran off.
“You did so good, sweetheart.” Luca kissed his head. “I love you so much.”
Brooks’s eyes closed and his mouth opened like he was going to speak, but no words came out.
Once the plug was in, Maverick immediately started to remove the restraints that held Brooks in the swing. Luca and Wes hurried to change the waterproof sheets for the soft ones. They’d need to be changed again, but that was a problem for later.
Brooks sobbed when Mav easily lifted him in his arms. He buried his face in his Dom’s chest. “Shh, I got you. You’re such a good boy. I’m so amazed by you. Fucking perfect.”
Mav brought Brooks to the bed and placed him in the center on his stomach, with a pillow under his hips. He shifted slightly to the side, wincing when the plug moved. “Easy, sweetheart. Cuddle with Skye.”
That was my favorite order, especially when I was drifting on the edge of subspace myself. I threw myself into the bed and wrapped my arms around Brooks. He came easily, shoving his face into my chest and breathing in deeply.
Diego sat on the other side of Brooks. He didn’t lie down, but he held his hand, not letting go.
The Doms worked around us, cleaning Brooks’s face and hole after removing the plug.
It was perfunctory. A long bath was definitely on the menu, but Brooks would need to come down a little before that.
A straw was pressed to my and Brooks’s lips.
The liquid sweet. Gatorade maybe? Then the Doms were climbing into the bed.
Luca pressed against my back, and Maverick took Diego’s spot.
Diego and Wes sat on the edge, with Diego in his Daddy’s lap.
“Love you,” Brooks mumbled into my chest. I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me specifically or all of us, but I answered anyway.
“Love you too, sunshine. Happy birthday.”
“Best birthday present ever.” Then he drifted off.