Chapter Fifteen #2
He pulls me down. I gasp, my breath stalling in my throat as he pushes up, driving his cock into my loosened hole.
It burns for a split second before stretching me open, filling up all that empty space.
He seats me all the way down to the base, and I let out a long, ragged moan, feeling so full and stretched on his lap.
My spent cock twitches against Ash’s cheek as Aiden starts to roll his hips, fucking up into me with slow, lazy thrusts that pick up where his fingers left off.
Ryker drops onto the cushions to my left, leaning back with a heavy sigh and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table.
He pops the cap off a fresh beer and takes a long swallow, his eyes flicking between the TV screen and the way my ass bounces on Aiden’s thighs.
Ash settles on my right, loosening the top buttons of his dress shirt and rolling up his sleeves, looking incredibly relaxed for a guy who just swallowed a mouthful of my cum.
“Defense is looking lazy tonight,” Ryker comments, gesturing at the screen with the neck of his bottle.
“They’re tired,” Aiden argues. He grips my hips, his thumbs digging into the soft skin above my pelvis, and drives his cock up deep inside me. I gasp, my chin dropping to my chest as I take all of him. “It’s the end of a road trip. Give them a break.”
“I don’t give breaks,” Ryker scoffs. He reaches over, his hand wrapping around my throat, thumb stroking over my racing pulse.
He pulls my head toward him and presses his mouth to mine, tasting like hops and smoke and salt.
I moan into the kiss, my hips rocking back and forth on Aiden’s lap, taking the thick length of him while Ryker’s tongue slides past my teeth.
It sets a dizzying, relentless pace for the rest of the night. For two hours, the football game blares from the television, announcers yelling over the roar of the crowd, while I get used up.
They pass me between them like it’s second nature.
When Aiden finishes, blowing his load deep in my ass with a breathless grunt, he pulls out and pats my thigh.
Ash catches my waist and drags me over his lap.
I straddle his thighs, panting, slick with sweat and lube, while he feeds me a handful of pretzels from the bowl on the table.
The salt crunches in my teeth, mixing with the taste of sex, and then Ash’s fingers slide between my cheeks, swirling through the warm mess Aiden left inside me to keep me open and leaking.
“You want a sip, baby?” Ash murmurs, holding his beer to my lips. I gulp the cold liquid down gratefully, the condensation dripping onto my bare chest.
“Don’t fill him up with beer, I want his mouth,” Aiden says, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
I’m maneuvered again. Ash shifts me so I’m kneeling between his thighs, facing Aiden.
Ash pushes his cock into my dripping hole, sinking in to the hilt, and I throw my head back with a loud, messy moan.
The stretch is so full, so incredibly deep.
Then Aiden shifts closer, boxing me in, and pushes his own half-hard cock against my lips.
I open up obediently, taking Aiden into my mouth, sucking him back to a rock-hard stiffness while Ash fucks me from behind.
The casualness of it is what really fries my brain. They talk over my head, arguing about penalties and bad calls, passing the bowl of chips back and forth.
“That’s a bullshit flag,” Ryker complains loudly. A heavy hand claps onto my bare ass, squeezing hard enough to leave a mark. “Watch the replay. He barely touched him.”
“It’s helmet to helmet, Ry, you can’t do that anymore,” Ash says reasonably. He thrusts into my ass, hitting my prostate dead on, and I gag around Aiden’s cock, tears pricking my eyes.
I lose count of how many times I come. My body keeps firing off, overstimulated and wrung out.
I come on Ash’s stomach while I’m riding his cock.
I spurt weakly onto Ryker’s hand when he fingers my ruined hole, swirling two thick digits inside my ass while I suck Ash off.
My cock gets so sensitive that just the brush of Aiden’s sweatpants against the tip makes me whimper and twitch, spilling clear fluid onto the leather cushions.
I’m a pliant, drooping mess, surrendered to whatever hands happen to grab me.
By the time the fourth quarter winds down on the TV, I can barely hold my head up. My thighs are shaking, my chest is covered in sticky smears of cum and sweat, and my hole is a throbbing, gaping ache.
“Game’s almost over,” Aiden murmurs, checking his phone clock. He nudges Ryker’s knee with his foot. “Your turn to finish him.”
Ryker tosses his empty beer bottle into the recycling bin by the armchair. He grabs my ribs, hauling my limp body over his lap. I go easily, nearly collapsing against his chest. My breathing is a shallow mess.
“Sit up, hole,” Ryker growls, his hands biting into my hips. “Don’t get lazy on me now.”
He lines his cock up with my hole. I don’t even need lube; I’m slick with Ash and Aiden’s cum. Ryker pushes up, sinking into me with a rough, thick slide that makes me sob.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hands scrambling for purchase on his broad shoulders. “Ryker, I can’t—I’m so empty, I can’t.”
“You don’t need to do anything but take it,” Ryker mutters roughly.
He sets a punishing, fast clip, driving into me so hard my teeth rattle.
The announcers on the TV are screaming about a final touchdown, the stadium noise reaching a fever pitch, but all I can hear is the wet, slapping sound of Ryker fucking me and my own pathetic, broken whimpers.
He hits my prostate over and over, grinding my sensitive hole against his pelvis.
The friction is too much. My body locks up, muscles going rigid as another orgasm tears its way through my gut. I cry out, my voice cracking, and slam down on Ryker’s cock, bearing my weight down as hard as I can.
Ryker grunts, his fingers bruising my hips as he grinds up into me. He hits the deepest part of my ass and holds himself there, his stomach muscles flexing hard against mine as he comes, flooding me with his heat.
I go slack. My arms slip off his shoulders, my head dropping onto his collarbone. I’m spent, boneless and trembling, my skin flushed hot and damp. Ryker’s heavy arms wrap around my back, keeping me from sliding off his lap onto the floor, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek.
“Good boy,” Ryker murmurs, his lips pressing a sweaty kiss into my hair. “Good fucking boy.”
Ash shifts closer on the cushions. A warm palm smooths over the back of my neck, brushing the damp hair away from my skin. I turn my face toward the touch, seeking it out blindly, and Ash leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss to my temple.
“You did so well tonight,” Ash murmurs against my damp skin. His thumb strokes a soothing path along my jawline. He leans down and presses another kiss to the corner of my mouth.
Aiden moves in from my other side. His hand slides down my bare flank, tracing the curve of my waist before settling warmly on my hip.
“He’s perfect,” Aiden agrees, his voice dropping into that raspy, satisfied hum.
“Takes all of our cocks so damn well now. Everything we could’ve asked for and more.
Just look at him.” Aiden pinches my hip gently, making me squirm against Ryker’s lap.
I let out a soft sound, my eyes fluttering shut.
The praise seeps into my tired muscles, warm and intoxicating.
I’m so used to being a disappointment to the people who were supposed to care about me.
Back home, I never measured up. I couldn’t be the perfect son, couldn’t follow the rules, couldn’t force myself to believe the things my parents demanded I believe.
But here, stripped naked and covered in a mess of spit and semen, I’m exactly what these guys want.
Hearing them constantly tell me I’m good feeds a hunger I didn’t know I had.
Ash shifts his grip, catching my chin gently and tilting my face up. I open my bleary eyes to meet his warm brown gaze.
“Do you realize it’s been a month already?” Ash asks softly.
I blink, staring at him dumbly for a second.
The words take a minute to compute through the fog of exhaustion and afterglow.
A month? Has it really been that long? I haven’t been counting the days.
I haven’t paid attention to the calendar at all.
My routine has just become waking up warm, going to my job with a plug keeping me stretched and full of cum, and coming home to get fucked stupid by three gorgeous guys who buy me food and tell me I’m pretty.
“Has it?” I mumble, my voice cracking a little.
Ash smiles, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “It has. The trial period is up.” He pauses, holding my gaze. “So, what do you think? Are you going to stay?”
The lazy, satisfied haze clears from my brain. I shift on Ryker’s lap, wincing a little as the movement drags his cock against my tender insides.
“Do you want me to stay?” I ask, vulnerability bleeding into my voice. I look between the three of them, sudden anxiety spiking in my chest. “Did I do everything you needed? Did I fit what you were looking for?”
Ash lets out a soft, breathy laugh. He leans in and kisses me, deeper this time, his tongue dragging gently against mine.
“Sweetheart, you’re more than enough,” he whispers against my mouth.
“You’re better than we could’ve ever imagined.
You’re welcome to stay here, to be ours permanently, if that’s what you want. ”
I pull back just enough to look around the room.
Aiden is watching me from the other end of the couch.
His dark eyes are open and hopeful, the playful teasing gone from his face.
He looks like he really cares what my answer is.
He wants me here to joke around with, to play with, to wreck in his bed at night.