26. Luca
Chapter 26
Luca
I t was impossible to breathe, impossible to stand still.
I turned toward Daren, my nostrils flaring with every exhale, only to find his expression mirrored my own. Excitement, nerves, and an underlying current of concern that this was all too good to be true. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Fletcher stroking his cock, his stare solely on Daren and me, and whatever we were about to do next.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Daren said roughly.
Fletcher reached into his pocket and tossed Daren a small bottle of clear liquid as I went to the ground and steadied my weight. The floorboards creaked as I shifted around, and then Daren’s hand landed a sharp and heavy strike against my right ass cheek.
“Make it easy for me,” he warned.
Shivering, I arched my back until my chest was nearly flat against the wood planks of Fletcher’s bedroom floor. The stretch in my thighs didn’t even hurt anymore because this was Daren’s favorite way to fuck me. Maybe just a twinge in my hamstring for how long since I’d found myself prostrate for him.
His knees hit the floor behind me with two hard thumps, then a cold splash of wetness against my hole. Daren pressed his left hand against the small of my back to hold me down and speared his fingers into me with one quick twist of his wrist. I didn’t have sheets to ball in my fist, my fingers instead scrabbling against the wood and the edge of the rug beneath me. He didn’t give me long before adding a second finger, and even less for a third. Sweat beaded on my temple, the dip of my back. My arms trembled and I rolled my forehead across the floor, relieved to have this back, even if only for a night.
“He looks like he’s about to come and he looks quite far from crying,” Fletcher said from his seat in front of the window.
Daren fisted my hair and yanked my head up, forcing me to turn my gaze from the floor to Fletcher. To his strong, broad legs and the long, thick cock in his hand.
“He cries wh—” Daren snapped his mouth closed and twisted his hold in my hair until I grunted over the sound of him.
“Hmn?”
“He’ll cry with a cock in his throat,” Daren corrected himself, his initial statement far from being wrong. I’d cry with a cock in my throat and I’d come that way too. “But unfortunately I can’t do both.”
Fletcher hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side and narrowing his bright blue eyes on the both of us.
“Please fuck me,” I whined, thrusting back onto Daren’s hand.
He didn’t wait to see if Fletcher came to put his cock into my mouth or not. Daren pulled his fingers out of me and wiped them off on my flank, then he replaced them with his cock. One brutal thrust later and I found myself impaled, tears immediately springing to the corners of my eyes. Not because it hurt, but because it felt like coming home.
Daren—like always—gave me no time to adjust to him, no time to brace myself against the onslaught. He slammed into me with all his strength, over and over and over, and I cried for him the way I always did. Bitter and unrestrained sobs as he sawed me in half with his perfect cock. At some point, he’d let go of my hair, only realized when he grabbed it in his hand again, pulling my back into a deeper arch so he could get every inch of his cock into me.
Tears slid down my face, pooling against my nostrils and the bow of my upper lip, and I’d never felt better in my entire life. Fletcher had gotten up from the chair at some point, and he stood in front of me so all I could see was his knees. Even though his cock and arms were above me, the sound of his quick jerking motions was unmistakable. A shiver tore through my entire body and Daren growled behind me, his shaft thickening inside of me.
“Open,” Fletcher said. His tone was low and gravelly, and I opened my mouth for him, sticking out my tongue and feeling far too desperate for him to put his dick into my throat like Daren had suggested.
Daren and I had never been with another person at the same time, but I could tell by the way his pace quickened and his palms slicked against my already sweaty skin that he liked it. Even though our fuck was meant to be for show, a scene on demand, the reality of who we were was right there beneath the surface and he liked the idea of Fletcher joining us just as much as I did.
“Please,” I begged, knowing that with a dick in my throat, cutting off my air supply, I’d come on the spot and Fletcher would have exactly what he wanted from us.
Slowly, Fletcher lowered himself to his knees, Daren fucking into me like a machine from behind the whole time. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, from sighing, from begging, and the wet squelch of Daren’s cock pumping into me wasn’t even loud enough to drown the sound of me out.
“Open him more,” Fletcher said.
His cock was dark and swollen, precum shiny against the entire head of his cock, the sides of his fingers. Daren shifted behind me so he could reach all the way up and hook his fingers into my mouth, curling into my cheeks and pulling my mouth open in what had to be the most demeaning position I’d ever been fucked in. Another shot of precum leaked from my dick at the humiliation of it all.
Fletcher’s dick was so close to my face that I could smell him, and then a burst of his hot, white spend splattered against my cheek. Another against the side of my nose, one onto my waiting tongue, and one onto my eyelid. Fletcher restrained himself through his release, every muscle in my line of sight rippling and tensing as he shot his load across my face.
Licking a bead of cum from my upper lip, my own release slammed into me just as hard as Daren had been. I cried out, not concerned with trying to maintain any sort of appearances. Gideon had sent me as an offering, as a favor, and I was happy to be both of them. The force of my own end was enough to bring Daren over the edge, and he slapped his hips into mine once more, hard enough to bruise—I hoped—then he went still.
His cock throbbed and pulsed inside of me, and I screamed out again…because I didn’t know what else do to. The pleasure, the arousal, the embarrassment—it was all too much, but I never wanted it to end.
Fletcher made a disgusted sound, using my face as leverage to get back onto his feet. His fingers smeared his cum across my face and into my eye as he stood and tucked himself back into his pants.
“Clean him up and make sure he’s comfortable until tomorrow,” he said.
“I will,” Daren rasped, fingers sliding out of my mouth and working their way down my neck and my back, around my waist again to haul me backward onto him.
“And hide yourselves better,” Fletcher warned.
My blood ran cold, and I was immediately aware of the sweat, and the cum, and the tears that painted my skin. I bit my lip, relying on Daren to hold my weight up for whatever blow Fletcher was going to deliver next. But he offered us nothing, stepping over our spent bodies and walking out of the room without another word.