Chapter Seven #2
Ash, still behind me, kicks off his own pants, his cock pressing hot and stiff against the cleft of my ass.
I’m sandwiched between them, looking at three naked, hard men who expect me to take them.
Instead of panic, all I feel is the hot, urgent ache of my own erection begging to be touched.
My balls pull up tight, my cock twitching in the open air.
Ash keeps his arms banded around me, backing me up slowly until my calves hit the mattress.
He presses forward, giving me no choice but to fold. I drop backward, the cool charcoal sheets sliding against my bare spine. I’m laid out flat, exposed under the bright overhead lights, my legs spread and dangling over the edge of the mattress.
Ryker and Aiden flank the bed, stepping up close to the edges.
They don’t just stand there playing audience.
Aiden wraps his fist around his hard, curved cock and starts pumping, his thumb dragging through a bead of pre-cum at the tip to slick the head.
Ryker’s grip on his own dark, veiny meat is punishing, his fist moving up and down the long shaft in a slow glide.
He watches me from above, his sharp blue eyes locked onto my face while he strokes himself.
Ash doesn’t waste any time. He crawls up between my spread thighs, pushing my knees wider apart. He leans over me, his blonde hair falling into his eyes, and his tongue swipes up the underside of my cock.
I gasp, my hips bucking. He swallows me down, his mouth hot and incredibly wet.
He sucks hard, drawing the sensitive head down against the back of his throat and pulls off with a loud smack of spit, diving back down, bobbing his head, swirling his tongue around the slit.
My hands fist in the bedding, my breath coming out in pants. It feels amazing.
While his mouth works on me, Ash reaches blindly for the nightstand. He flips the cap on a bottle of lube, squirting a cold puddle of slick into his palm. He coats his fingers thoroughly, tossing the bottle aside, and reaches underneath me.
He slathers the cold lube around my hole, pressing his thumb against the tight pucker.
I groan, twisting my head on the pillow.
He pushes one finger inside. Thanks to his prep work earlier in the shower, I take him easily, the muscle giving way to let him slip deep.
He adds a second finger, curling them upward toward my belly button, hitting that sweet spot inside me that makes my toes curl and my vision blur.
The combination is overwhelming. Ash’s mouth pulling on my cock, his tongue tracing the ridge, while his slick fingers pump in and out of my ass.
He fucks me with his mouth and my hole at the same time.
I pant, bucking my hips into his face, losing control of how loud I’m being.
The room fills with the wet, sloppy sounds of Ash sucking me, the slap of his hand against my ass cheeks, and my breathless whining.
Ryker grunts softly beside me, jerking his cock faster, his chest heaving.
Aiden’s eyes are dark, his breathing harsh as he watches Ash swallow me down.
Ash speeds up. His fingers dig firmly into my prostate. He sucks the head of my cock so hard I cry out, my spine arching. I’m on the edge, teetering over a precipice. I beg him not to stop, my voice breathy. He hums against my shaft, working two fingers deep.
I come hard, my cock pulsing wildly as I shoot my load deep into his mouth. He takes every drop, sucking the last spasms out of me until I collapse flat against the mattress. My chest heaves, lungs burning for oxygen, trembling with the aftershocks.
I expect Ash to pull away and wipe his mouth. Instead, Ryker steps in close.
Ryker reaches down, his large hand wrapping securely around the back of Ash’s neck.
He hauls him up from between my thighs. Ash doesn’t fight it, letting himself be dragged upward.
Ryker crashes his mouth against Ash’s, kissing him with brutal, hungry ferocity.
He shoves his tongue past Ash’s lips, sweeping his mouth, taking the taste of my cum off Ash’s tongue.
The sound of their wet kiss fills the room, slick and obscene.
They break apart, a string of saliva connecting their lips.
Then Aiden is there. He grips Ash’s hip, yanking him close.
Aiden’s mouth drops onto Ash’s, open and wet.
They lock lips, swapping saliva, Aiden licking deep into Ash’s mouth to get his share of my release.
Ash makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, letting both men consume the taste of me from him.
My heart hammers against my ribs, pounding a fast, wild beat under my skin.
I watch them trade my taste like it’s a prize they all claim.
It hits me how real this arrangement is.
They share everything. They’re sharing me.
The visual of Ryker and Aiden kissing Ash, their hands sliding over each other, all of them tasting my cum, makes my cock twitch again, growing half-hard in a millisecond.
I watch them devour the proof of my climax, my mind racing to comprehend just how deep into this I’ve fallen.
Ryker breaks away from the other two, running the back of his hand over his wet mouth. He looks down at me, still laid out and catching my breath on the sheets, and then he shifts his gaze to Ash. Ryker gives him a short, sharp nod toward the bed.
Ash doesn’t hesitate. He crawls fully onto the mattress, his knees bracketing my hips.
He grabs the bottle of lube off the nightstand, squirting a puddle into his palm, and slathers the cold slick up and down his own cock.
The sound of his hand working the lube over his skin echoes, loud and wet.
He tosses the bottle aside and settles his weight over me, bracing his hands on either side of my head.
“I’ve got you,” Ash whispers, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my jaw, then my temple. He nuzzles his nose against my skin. “I’m right here.”
He lines himself up at my hole, nosing along my neck, and pushes his hips forward.
After the prep in the shower and his fingers earlier, my body gives way much easier this time.
He slides into me with a smooth, hot glide, stretching the muscle wide as he sinks to the hilt.
I gasp, my back bowing as the fullness takes over.
It burns a little, but the sting fades fast, melting into a deep, hollow ache that demands more.
I wrap my arms tight around Ash’s shoulders, my nails biting into his skin.
He groans into my neck and starts to move, pulling out to the tip and driving back down.
My cock, which was limp and sticky with my own cum just a minute ago, springs back to life.
It hardens fast, twitching against Ash’s stomach with every thrust. I moan, loud and unrestrained, letting my head loll back on the pillows.
Ash kisses my throat, praising me, his hips snapping in a steady, bruising rhythm that shakes the bedframe.
Ash suddenly stiffens above me. His body goes rigid, his hips locking in place with his cock buried deep inside me.
I open my eyes, blinking past the blonde hair falling in my face, and my breath hitches.
Ryker is standing right behind Ash with a handful of fresh lube and he’s stroking it over his dark, veiny cock, coating himself in the slick. He looks down and meets my wide eyes, a wicked, arrogant grin spreading across his face.
Wait. My brain scrambles. I assumed tonight was all about me. I figured I’m the new guy, the plaything they brought in to share, so I’d be the one getting passed around from guy to guy. It never even crossed my mind that they fuck each other too.
Ryker steps up to the edge of the mattress, pressing a broad hand flat against the dip of Ash’s lower back. He lines his cock up with Ash’s hole, gripping Ash’s hips to hold him steady.
I feel the impact travel through Ash’s body when Ryker shoves his hips forward. The force of Ryker burying his cock into Ash’s ass drives Ash deeper into me, bottoming out so hard I cry out. Ash groans, muffled against my shoulder, his fingers digging tight into my biceps.
Ryker pulls back and slams forward again.
He starts fucking Ash, using Ash’s body like a conduit.
Every time Ryker thrusts, the jolt forces Ash’s cock deeper into my hole.
The visual is staggering. I stare up at the dark, tattooed expanse of Ryker’s chest as he dominates Ash, listening to Ash pant and swear above me, feeling the reverberations of their sex inside my own body.
They aren’t just sharing me. They share everything.
I’m just the newest piece they’ve pulled into the middle of their bed.
Before I can wrap my head around the reality of being pinned under two guys fucking, a shadow blocks out the overhead lights.
Aiden kneels on the mattress by my head. He’s hard and leaking pre-cum, watching the three of us tangle together with hungry, darkened eyes. He shifts closer, his knees sinking into the plush mattress, and wraps a warm hand around my jaw.
“My turn,” Aiden murmurs.
He tilts my head back, exposing my throat, and brings his cock to my lips. The musky, salty scent of his skin fills my nose. I don’t hesitate. I open my mouth obediently, letting him push the broad, slick head past my teeth.
After spending the last few days letting Ash coach me on how to do this, my throat is relaxed. I know how to flatten my tongue and control my breathing. I take Aiden in, sliding my lips down the hot length of his shaft, swallowing him deep.
“Fuck, yeah,” Aiden hisses. He threads his fingers into my hair, holding my head steady as he starts to pump into my mouth. “Good boy, Jax. Take it all.”