11. Fashion Anxiety #4
I opened wide and took him in. Mateo was a completely different experience. The sheer girth of him stretched my jaw to its absolute limit. He tasted like dark spice and pure, unfiltered testosterone.
“That's it,” Mateo grunted, his hips starting to pump in a slow, deliberate rhythm, fucking my mouth. “Take that thick cock. Take every fucking inch of it.”
I was drowning in them. I worked Mateo's heavy shaft, my tongue swirling around the thick veins, my lips sliding over the slick skin.
I could see it all in the mirrors—the endless reflections of my head bobbing back and forth between them, my face flushed red, my mouth stretched wide, taking turns servicing these two impossible men.
But they weren't just focused on me.
As I worked Mateo's cock, sucking the heavy head deep into my throat, Lucien moved closer. He didn't step back to watch. He stepped right into Mateo's space.
I looked up through my eyelashes, my mouth full of Mateo, and watched as Lucien leaned in.
Mateo had one arm raised, his hand braced on the back of his own neck as he thrust his hips into my face.
Lucien stepped under that raised arm. He pressed his pale, sweating chest against Mateo's dark, hair-roughened flank, and then he turned his head and buried his face in Mateo's armpit.
Mateo let out a deep, shuddering groan as Lucien's tongue darted out. Lucien licked a long, slow stripe up the center of Mateo's sweaty armpit, tasting the dark, musky hair, worshipping the raw, primal scent of the wolf.
“Fuck, Lucien,” Mateo cursed, his hips jerking violently, driving his cock so deep into my throat that my eyes watered.
“You taste incredible,” Lucien murmured against Mateo's skin. “So fucking feral.”
Mateo's free hand dropped from my head. He reached across his own body, his thick, callused fingers finding the flat, pale plane of Lucien's chest. He pinched one of Lucien's dark pink nipples, rolling the sensitive nub roughly between his thumb and forefinger.
Lucien gasped, his back arching, his own heavy cock twitching violently just inches from my cheek. “Ah... harder, Mateo. Pull it.”
Mateo obliged, giving the nipple a painful twist. Lucien moaned, burying his face deeper into Mateo's armpit, inhaling the wolf's heavy musk like it was oxygen.
I was trapped in the crossfire of their primal, supernatural lust. I pulled off Mateo, gasping for air, a thick line of drool running from my chin.
“Don't stop,” Lucien commanded, his eyes blown wide and dark green as he looked down at me, his nipple still trapped in Mateo's rough grip. “Suck me, Nico. Now.”
I scrambled forward on my knees, opening my mouth to take Lucien back in. He didn't wait for me to adjust. As soon as his slick head passed my lips, he grabbed the back of my head and thrust his hips forward, fucking my face with a desperate, feverish intensity.
The sound of his heavy cock sliding in and out of my wet mouth echoed in the room.
“Yeah, fuck his face, Lucien,” Mateo growled, his hand leaving Lucien's chest to grip my shoulder, his thumb pressing hard into my collarbone. “Make him choke on it.”
“He loves it,” Lucien panted, his hips snapping like a whip. “Look at him. He's a dirty little whore for us. Aren't you, Nico? Swallow it.”
I swallowed hard, taking him as deep as my throat would allow, my hands coming up to grip his pale, tight ass to hold him steady.
Mateo couldn't take being left out for more than a few seconds. He stepped closer, the heavy, blunt head of his cock bumping against my cheek.
“Open your mouth wider,” Mateo ordered.
I panicked for a second. There was no way. But Lucien pulled back just enough to give me room, and Mateo pressed in. They didn't try to force both of their massive cocks into my mouth at the exact same time, but they did the next best thing.
They took turns, establishing a devastating, alternating rhythm.
The friction was unbelievable. My lips were bruised and slippery with their mixed pre-come.
“Fuck, yeah,” Mateo grunted, his hips slapping loudly against my chin. “Take my thick cock. Taste his spit on it. Taste how much we want you.”
“Good boy,” Lucien praised, his hand stroking my hair as Mateo fucked my mouth. “Keep that throat open. Let us use you.”
Above me, they were still touching, still feeding off each other's energy.
Lucien reached out, his long fingers tracing the heavy, muscular lines of Mateo's stomach, dipping down to cup the wolf's heavy, hairy balls while Mateo was buried in my mouth.
Mateo groaned, his hips stuttering, and he leaned down, biting hard into the curve of Lucien's neck.
The mirrors reflected the absolute depravity of it all.
“Enough,” Mateo growled.
He pulled out of my mouth. Before I could even catch my breath, his hands clamped down on my shoulders. He hauled me up slightly, just enough to spin me around, and then shoved me forward. I hit the polished hardwood on my hands and knees, my soaked boxer briefs clinging to my thighs.
“Get those off him,” Mateo ordered.
Lucien didn't hesitate. He stepped up behind me, gripped the heavy cotton and tore. Lucien stripped the ragged pieces away, tossing them aside.
“Look at this,” Mateo breathed, dropping to his knees directly behind me.
I felt his large hands grip my hips, his thumbs pressing into the dimples just above my ass.
He spread my cheeks wide, pulling the tender skin taut.
The cool air of the room hit my wet, flushed hole, making me shiver violently.
“So fucking pink and tight. He's perfect.”
“He is,” Lucien agreed, his voice a low hum.
Lucien moved around to my front. He knelt between my splayed arms, his pale, flawless chest heaving, his massive, rigid cock jutting right in my face. “Open up, Nico. Keep your mouth busy.”
I opened my mouth, eager and desperate, and took Lucien's thick, sweet-tasting cock deep into my throat. As soon as I started to suck, Mateo made his move behind me.
Mateo leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over my exposed hole, and then his tongue lashed out.
I arched my back, my hips involuntarily pushing back into Mateo's face, begging for more of that wet, filthy pressure.
But Mateo wasn't done. While his mouth devoured my ass, his large hand reached underneath me.
His fingers wrapped around my own thick, aching cock, which was dripping heavily onto the floor.
He stroked me hard, his thumb spreading my pre-come over the sensitive head.
Then, incredibly, he shifted his angle. He kept his tongue buried in my ass, but he turned his head just enough to take the head of my cock into the corner of his mouth, sucking hard while he continued to rim me.
I thrashed, my fingers digging into the hardwood, my throat working frantically on Lucien's cock. The sensory overload was absolute. I was being consumed from both ends, my cock being sucked by the same mouth that was eating my ass, my throat filled with the incubus's heavy length.
“Lucien,” Mateo gasped, pulling back just an inch, his face slick with my fluids. “Lube. Now. I need to get inside him.”
“Under the floor panel,” Lucien murmured, not missing a beat as he fucked my mouth, his hips snapping forward. “By the platform.”
Mateo didn't even stand. He reached back, his long arm sweeping over the floorboards until his fingers caught the edge of a flush, hidden seam. He popped it open, retrieved a heavy glass bottle of thick, premium silicone lube, and tossed the panel back into place.
I heard the wet, heavy squelch as Mateo pumped a generous handful of the slick gel into his palm. He slapped it directly onto my ass, the cold shock of the lube making me gasp around Lucien's cock. Mateo coated his fingers, sliding two thick digits directly into my hole without warning.
I whined, my hips bucking. He was rough, stretching me fast and hard, scissoring his fingers to open me up for what was coming.
“Look in the mirror, boss,” Mateo growled, his voice thick with lust.
Mateo rose up onto his knees. He coated his massive, dark erection with the lube, his hand working the thick gel over the blunt head and down the thick veins.
He lined himself up at my entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against my slick, stretched ring.
“Take it,” Mateo ordered, and thrust his hips forward.
“Fuck!” I screamed, the sound muffled by Lucien's cock, but the agony and the ecstasy of it ripped through my entire body.
Mateo was splitting me open, filling every millimeter of my tight, burning hole.
He buried himself to the hilt in one brutal, uncompromising shove, his dark pubic hair slapping against my ass cheeks.
“Yeah, take my thick cock, you little slut,” Mateo grunted, his hands gripping my hips like a vice.
He started to pull back, the thick ridge of his cock dragging against my prostate, and then he slammed forward again. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed in the room.
Mateo's hand left my hip, rising high in the air, and came down hard on my bare ass cheek.
I sobbed, my hole clenching down hard around his massive cock, milking him perfectly.
“That's it, clench for me,” Mateo growled, spanking me again, harder this time. “Take every inch.”
I looked in the mirror. Mateo was staring at his own reflection.
His dark eyes were wild, the gold ring flashing brilliantly.
He was flexing, his broad shoulders and thick, hair-roughened chest gleaming with sweat as he drove himself into me.
He looked like a beast, a predator completely in his element, dominating me while he admired the sheer, raw power of his own body.
Watching him flex, watching the thick muscles of his arms and chest bunch and release with every brutal thrust, turned me on so violently my own cock pulsed, shooting a thick rope of pre-come onto the floor.
“Beautiful,” Lucien whispered, pulling his cock from my mouth. He walked around to the back, stepping right behind Mateo.