Chapter Eleven #3
He closes the distance between us in two long strides, catching my jaw in his broad hand and kissing me, his mouth warm and demanding. I lean into it blindly, seeking any kind of release. His free hand drops to my ass and gives my cheek a firm, deliberate squeeze.
The pressure shoves the silicone toy deeper. The rounded tip knocks hard against my sweet spot. I gasp, a pathetic, needy sound spilling out of my mouth as my knees buckle. I sag against Aiden’s chest, my hands gripping his biceps just to stay standing.
“Is our little boy toy on edge?” Aiden teases, a wicked grin pulling at his lips as he steps back to look at me.
“Aiden, please,” I pant, my hips twitching instinctively. “I’ve had a boner for hours. I’m going insane. My cock aches so much I can barely walk. Where’s Ryker?”
“He’s coming up the elevator. Give him a minute, eager,” Aiden chuckles, patting my chest and strolling past me toward the kitchen.
I don’t move from the entryway. My skin feels too tight, my blood running too hot. Two minutes later, the lock clicks again. The door swings open and Ryker steps inside, sharp and severe looking.
Before he even has the chance to put his keys down I crowd him, grabbing the front of his shirt, my hands bunching the fabric in my fists. I practically climb him, pressing my hips flush against his belt.
“Take it out,” I beg, my voice cracking, shamelessly needy. I never thought I’d be begging another man like this, but pride abandoned me hours ago. “Please, Ryker. Fuck me. Do something, I can’t take this anymore.”
Ryker pauses, looking down at me with dark amusement. His eyes crinkle at the corners, a satisfied smirk pulling at his mouth as he takes in my flushed skin and the frantic grip I have on his clothes. He wraps his hands around my waist, his fingers digging into my hips to hold me steady.
“Let’s see if you’ve been good first,” Ryker says in a raspy growl.
He glances over my shoulder, catching Ash and Aiden’s attention in the kitchen. He jerks his chin toward the hallway, a silent command for them to follow, then steers me toward his bedroom.
My heart hammers against my ribs. Ryker pushes his door open and guides me inside, walking me backward until the backs of my knees hit the mattress.
He makes quick work of my clothes, his movements calm and controlled in contrast to my frantic trembling.
He unbuckles my belt, yanks my pants and boxers down my thighs, and kicks them aside.
I shiver, left wearing nothing but my button-down shirt, the tails hanging open to expose my leaking cock.
It points up at my stomach, slick with pre-cum.
“Lie down,” Ryker orders.
I scramble onto the bed, falling onto my back. Ryker grabs my ankles, pushing my knees back toward my chest, folding me in half so my ass is bared to the room. The silicone plug juts out from between my cheeks.
Ash and Aiden step into the room, coming to stand on either side of Ryker.
Aiden’s already unbuckling his belt, his eyes dark with intent.
Ash watches with a warm, hungry gaze. The three of them loom over me, pinning me with their combined focus.
It makes my skin burn, the humiliation mixing with the desperate, pooling need in my groin.
I writhe, whining as the toy shifts inside me.
Ryker leans over, wrapping his fingers around the flared base.
“Relax,” Ryker murmurs.
I try to loosen my muscles, exhaling a shaky breath. Ryker pulls. The silicone slides against my internal walls, stretching me open as the widest part breaches my tight ring. It pops free with a loud, wet squelch.
I whine, my head falling back against the mattress as a rush of cool air hits my sensitized hole.
Without the plug holding it back, the slick mess of Ryker’s cum and lube spills out of me, running down my perineum in a warm, sticky trail.
Ryker crouches closer, his sharp blue eyes examining the mess.
Ash and Aiden lean over his shoulders, watching with obvious hunger as I lay there exposed and dripping for them.
Ryker reaches out and runs his index and middle fingers through the slickness coating my hole, swirling the white fluid around the pink rim. I whimper, my hips bucking up at the casual, filthy touch.
Ryker hums with low approval.
“Looks like it’s all there,” Ryker says, pulling his fingers back and wiping the cum on my inner thigh. “What a good boy you’ve been.”
He stands up, looking pleased, satisfaction settling over his features. He meets Aiden’s eyes, then Ash’s.
“I think we should reward him,” Ryker says.
The air in the bedroom feels stifling hot. My thighs shake as I hold myself open, knees pulled back, fully open to the three of them. Ryker’s satisfied smirk morphs into hunger as he stares down at my dripping hole.
He reaches out, grabbing the back of Ash’s neck. He guides the blonde forward, shoving Ash down onto his knees between my spread thighs.
“Help him out, Ash,” Ryker orders. “Clean my mess out of his pretty little hole.”
Ash doesn’t hesitate. He settles between my legs, his hands coming up to grip my hips. I gasp as his thumbs press into my skin, holding me steady. His breath ghosts over my wet, sensitive rim, sending a shiver up my spine. Then his tongue darts out, broad and wet.
I let out a loud, shameless moan the second his mouth connects with my flesh.
Ash laps at the sticky puddle of lube and Ryker’s leftover cum, slurping it up with lewd enthusiasm.
I squirm on the mattress, my hands fisting in the bedsheets.
It feels too good, the scalding heat of his mouth driving me crazy.
Ash hums against me, licking deep into the crease, cleaning up every drop before probing the entrance itself.
He pushes his tongue inside, tasting me, swirling around the sensitive ring of muscle that still aches from holding that silicone toy for eight grueling hours.
My hips jerk up against his mouth. “Fuck, Ash,” I pant, tossing my head back. “God, that feels good.”
Ryker chuckles as he steps up to the side of the bed, stopping near my head. I hear the rustle of clothing, the clink of a zipper, and then Ryker is pulling his cock free. It springs out, hard and imposing, slick with pre-cum. He steps closer, nudging the tip against my cheek.
“Open up,” Ryker demands.
I part my lips willingly, desperate for whatever he wants to give me.
Ryker guides his cock into my mouth, pushing past my teeth and resting on my tongue.
I wrap my lips around the solid width, sucking him down.
I work my jaw, taking him as deep as I can manage while keeping my legs spread for Ash, who is still mercilessly eating me out from behind.
Ryker grabs a fistful of my hair, holding my head steady so he can set the pace.
He starts fucking my mouth, driving his hips forward.
I choke a little, my throat burning as he pushes deep, but the sensation of being used by him sends a spike of dirty heat through my blood.
My cock throbs painfully, pointing up at my stomach, slick and begging for attention.
Aiden doesn’t leave me waiting. He steps around to my other side, dropping onto his knees next to the mattress. His eyes lock onto my face, filled with the playful, hungry heat I’ve come to expect from him.
“Can’t leave this out,” Aiden murmurs, his hand wrapping around the base of my cock.
He leans down and seals his lips over the head.
A whine vibrates in the back of my throat, muffled by Ryker’s cock taking up all the space in my mouth.
Aiden swirls his tongue around my sensitive tip, sucking hard before taking my entire shaft down his throat.
He sucks me with a wet, sloppy enthusiasm that has my hips lifting off the bed involuntarily.
I’m overwhelmed. My brain can’t keep up with the sensory overload.
Ash is rimming me, his tongue sliding in and out of my stretched hole, slurping up the last traces of cum while his fingers knead my ass cheeks.
Ryker is grunting above me, pounding into my mouth, his grip on my hair keeping me anchored as he uses my throat.
And Aiden is sucking my cock, his lips tight, pulling and bobbing in a steady, maddening motion.
I’m surrounded by them, consumed from every possible angle. There’s nowhere to hide, no way to escape the pleasure building like a storm inside my gut. My body belongs to them, surrendered to whatever they want to do with me.
The combination pushes me past any limit.
I’m taking cock, getting sucked, and getting rimmed all at the same time, trapped in a web of pleasure.
My balls draw up tight, a burning warning that I’m about to tip over the edge.
I try to hold on, trying to make it last just a few seconds longer, but Aiden’s mouth is too warm and Ash’s tongue hits a cluster of nerves deep inside my ass that makes my head spin.
I mumble a frantic, garbled warning around Ryker’s shaft, my hips bucking wildly against Aiden’s face, my hands desperately clutching the bedsheets.
“Let it go, Jax,” Aiden praises, pulling off just enough to look at me, his hand stroking me fast. “Cum for me.”
I shatter. I come so hard my whole body shakes, convulsing on the mattress.
Cum spurts from my cock, shooting into Aiden’s waiting mouth, his hand keeping up the firm strokes to milk every last drop out of me.
I sob around Ryker, tears of overwhelming relief pricking my eyes.
The climax rips through me, blinding and euphoric, leaving me a trembling, mindless mess.
Aiden pulls back from my cock with his cheeks bulging, a wicked glint in his brown eyes. He stays up on his knees, wiping a stray drop of my cum from his chin with the back of his hand.
Ash is still kneeling between my legs, panting softly after licking me clean, his hair a messy blond halo around his flushed face. Aiden reaches out and grabs Ash by the shoulder and shoves him backward onto the mattress. Ash goes down easily, landing flat on his back next to me.