Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
NATHAN
“Holy shit,” I breathe as I jut my hips into Colson, sinking my cock even further into his tight ass. His warmth surrounds my cock, squeezing it like a vice, and I tilt my head up to the ceiling to try and gain some control of myself before I blow faster than either of us is ready for.
If he’s not done, then no one is done. He’d just play with my limp cock until it was hard again and sit right back down on it, whether I’m too sensitive or not.
The thought of that actually makes my cock twitch inside of him tonight, though.
Immense frustration and nearly debilitating stress have taken over my headspace the last two weeks—between finals and trying to crack the riddle that is Kace Wright—and I swear that my beard has grown more gray hairs over the span of the last two weeks than it has in years.
Colson breaks me out of my thoughts by huffing and shoving his ass back into me. “Daddy,” he whines. “Fuck me!”
I almost growl at him as one of my hands goes down to smack him on the ass. The sound echoes down the hall, but I don’t even have it in myself to care. He only moans.
Looking down, I spit directly onto his asshole and my cock, adding more lube to the mix. “Yeah? Tell Daddy how badly you needed a thick cock in your ass, cock whore. Tell me how much you need to leak cum all over our bed while your Daddy fucks you.”
The moan that comes out of his throat is downright guttural as I pull out, only to drag him right back onto me. “Oh my god. Yes, yes, yes. I needed Daddy’s thick cock in my ass.”
“Fuck yeah,” I grunt, repeating my motions. This time, I bring a heavy hand down on his other ass cheek. “Keep at it. Keep talking. You’re not going to come until I’m blowing my load right against your prostate. You were a brat today, you know that?”
“I’m always a brat, Daddy.”
My hand comes down on his reddening flesh again. Once, then twice. He hisses when the second one registers, but I know without a doubt in my mind that pre-cum probably just dripped onto our bed.
I used to be gentle with him.
And then I learned that he’s just a pain-slut.
Even if sometimes he can be dominant with others.
I shake my head, trying to get Kace out of my thoughts.
He wants nothing to do with us. He literally switched out of our fucking unit after tasting Colson’s cum. It doesn’t really get any lower than that.
His head drops down as his back arches toward me. “I wanted you so bad today. I’ve been so needy. Ever since…”
Slap.
He moans, continuing anyway. “Ever since Kace.”
My cock twitches again at his name being said so openly. Sure, we’ve talked about it here and there, and we’ve seen the read receipts on all of our messages—but it still hits different when I’m bottomed out inside of him, cock resting against his prostate.
I haven’t even touched his cock. I haven’t even made him come. And yet, I’m just as obsessed as Colson is.
Grabbing Colson’s hips, I grunt and continue fucking myself into him. I don’t respond. If I do, I’ll either come before I want to, or I’ll get pissed off and lose my boner entirely.
And losing your boner when you’re literally in the middle of fucking?
Not so fun.
Colson continues babbling—though I don’t miss it when he wraps a hand around his cock, jerking himself off as I pound into him. I’m being harder than normal, our balls slapping together, and the pain of it only sends more and more sparks up my spine.
“I can’t get him out of my fucking head, Daddy. All I can think about is his mouth around my cock while you hold me. How much I want to ruin his ass. How much I want to pull his panties to the side and tell him that I’m going to breed his cunt. Fuck, why’d he have to run out like that?”
“I don’t know, baby,” I answer honestly. “I want him too. I do.”
“Yeah?” Colson’s voice almost sounds broken.
I hesitate for the briefest of moments at the distinct sound of a buzzer from down the hallway, but I don’t relent on Colson.
Let an officer get pissy.
Let them add another month to my sentence for being balls deep in the love of my life while we talk about the man we both want.
So fucking what.
“Yeah. I want you to treat him like your little princess. I want both of you to be my pain- and degradation-loving whores. I want to ram my cock into your asses so hard that you never forget who your Daddy is. I want to breed both of your tight holes, even if you can’t get pregnant.
Want to train him how to take thick cock while you train him how to breathe through it when yours is all the way down his throat.
” I thrust harder than ever with my next set of words as my teeth grind down. “I. Want. It. All.”
“Oh my fuck,” Colson cries out, jerking himself in rough, frantic movements. His hand beats at his cock furiously, matching my tempo. “I’m going to come. Yes, Daddy. Fuck. I’m gonna come all over our sheets. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Without pulling out, I remain on my knee keeping tempo as I bring one foot forward to plant on the bed. I wouldn’t be surprised if his ass is fucking torn tomorrow, but I don’t even care. “Yeah,” I growl out. “Come for your Daddy. I’m right there. Come for me, you cock whore.”
The sound of a barely audible whimper snaps my head to the left.
Right where Officer Wright is standing, clutching his hard-on over his pants as he watches us, jaw on the floor.
I smirk as my orgasm barrels through me. My breath comes out heavy, and I moan my next set of words. “Come for Daddy while you think about giving Kace the best facial he’ll ever have in his fucking life. Paint his face with your cum like it’s makeup, baby.”
At that, Kace lets out a loud moan, forcing Colson to look in the same direction. And then we’re both emptying ourselves, staring at the man who has already destroyed us both.