11. Fashion Anxiety #5
Lucien pressed his chest against Mateo's broad, sweating back.
He wrapped his long arms around Mateo's thick torso, his hands tracing the heavy muscles of the wolf's chest and stomach.
Lucien leaned in, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the heavy slabs of Mateo's shoulder blades, worshipping the raw, physical power of the man fucking me.
“You look incredible like this,” Lucien murmured, his tongue tracing the line of Mateo's spine. “So dominant. So thick.”
Mateo groaned, his thrusts into my ass becoming erratic, deeper. “Lucien... fuck...”
Lucien reached down, grabbing the bottle of lube from where Mateo had dropped it. He pumped a massive glob into his hand and began to stroke his own cock.
“Keep fucking him, Mateo,” Lucien commanded. “Keep stretching him out. But it's time to share.”
Lucien gripped Mateo's hips. Lucien lined his own cock up right at the cleft of Mateo's ass.
“Take it, Mateo.” Lucien hissed, and drove his hips forward.
Mateo roared, his head throwing back, his entire massive frame shuddering as Lucien buried his long, thick cock deep inside him. The force of it drove Mateo even deeper into me, pinning me to the floor. We were a solid line of flesh and heat, a train of pure, unfettered lust.
“Fuck!” Mateo bellowed, his hands gripping my hips so hard they would leave bruises, his hips grinding forward as Lucien fucked him from behind.
“That's it. Take my cock while you fuck our boy. Let me feel how tight you are.”
The room became a kaleidoscope of moving flesh. Every time Lucien drove his pale, heavy cock into Mateo, the impact transferred directly through the wolf's thick body and slammed his dark, massive erection deeper into my aching hole.
“Fuck, you're so tight, Mateo,” Lucien grunted, his hips snapping forward with terrifying speed. His pale hands slid up Mateo's dark, sweating chest, his long fingers pinching the wolf's nipples as he fucked him. “Clench for me. Milk it.”
Mateo roared. He drove himself into me with bruising force, taking his pleasure from my body while he took Lucien's cock in his own. “Take it, Nico! Take my fucking cock while he fucks me!”
Mateo buried his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin, his hot breath smelling of dark spice and my own saliva. “I'm going to ruin this tight little hole. I'm going to make sure you never forget how my thick cock feels inside you.”
“Pull out, Mateo,” Lucien suddenly commanded. He withdrew from the wolf with a wet, heavy pop. “I want to feel him, too. At the same time.”
Mateo groaned, a sound of deep, reluctant protest, but he obeyed. He pulled his cock out of my ass, leaving me empty. The cool air hit my stretched ring, and I instinctively bucked my hips backward, chasing the heat.
“Patience, slut,” Mateo rasped, slapping my ass hard. “You're getting both of us.”
Lucien knelt beside Mateo. I watched in the mirror as the tailor pumped another massive handful of the thick silicone lube into his palm. He slathered it over his own cock, and then reached over, coating Mateo's heavy shaft until they were both dripping with the slick gel.
“Get your hands flat. Arch your back,” Mateo ordered, his hands gripping my waist to pull my hips up high in the air.
I obeyed, my chest pressed to the floor, my ass raised and completely exposed to them and the infinite reflections.
Mateo lined himself up first, pressing the broad, blunt head of his cock against my slick, swollen entrance.
He pushed in slowly, filling me up, stretching the tender muscle until I was gasping.
“Now,” Mateo grunted.
Lucien moved in right beside him. He pressed the head of his pale cock against the sliver of space right beneath Mateo's shaft.
“Breathe, Nico,” Lucien murmured, his voice a velvet hum against my ear. “Push back into us.”
I pushed back, and Lucien drove forward.
My hole stretched to accommodate the sheer, combined girth of them, the dark and pale flesh sliding together, filling me so completely I felt like I was being split in half.
“Fuck!” Mateo bellowed, his hands clamping down on my hips as he pushed the rest of the way in.
“Good boy,” Lucien praised, his voice strained, his breath hot against my cheek. “Take our cocks. Take all of it.”
They didn't thrust immediately. They stayed buried to the hilt, letting my body adjust to the massive intrusion. I was sobbing, my tears mixing with the sweat on my face, my entire body trembling violently under the strain.
“Start moving,” Mateo growled.
They began to fuck me. It wasn't the frantic, pounding rhythm from before. It was a slow, synchronized, devastating grind. They pulled back together, the dual friction dragging against my prostate, and then slammed forward in unison.
I watched them double-penetrate me, their hips moving in perfect, brutal harmony.
“Yeah, take it,” Mateo snarled, his thrusts getting harder, faster. “I'm going to breed you. I'm going to fill this tight little hole with my come and make you keep it all fucking day.”
“Mateo,” Lucien gasped, his rhythm stuttering as the wolf's dirty talk pushed him over the edge. “Pull me out. I want his face.”
Mateo's hands shifted, gripping Lucien's hips, and he forcefully pulled the tailor out of my ass while remaining buried deep inside me himself. The sudden loss of pressure made me cry out, but Lucien was already moving. He scrambled around to my front, dropping to his knees.
“Look at me,” Lucien commanded, his pale hands framing my flushed, sweat-drenched face.
His cock was pulsing violently right in front of my eyes.
“I'm going to breed you, Nico,” Mateo roared from behind me, his hips slamming forward with feral, unchecked aggression. “I'm going to fill you up! Fuck!”
Mateo hit my prostate with a brutal, final thrust and froze.
I felt the first heavy, scalding jet of his cum shoot deep into my ass.
It was like liquid fire, thick and copious, flooding my insides as he groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure, animalistic release.
He pumped his hips, driving himself deeper, breeding me relentlessly, filling me until I felt it pooling against his shaft.
At the exact same moment, Lucien let out a breathless cry. His pale hips jerked forward, and thick, heavy ropes of his pure white cum shot through the air, splattering directly onto my face. It hit my cheeks, my nose, my closed eyelids, the hot, sticky fluid coating my skin.
The dual climax was too much. With Mateo breeding my ass and Lucien covering my face, my own body shattered. I came violently, a thick, messy load that shot across the dark hardwood floor, my entire frame convulsing as I sobbed through the orgasms ripping through me.
Mateo collapsed heavily against my back, his chest heaving, his massive cock still buried deep inside me, plugging my hole so his seed couldn't escape. Lucien slumped back on his heels, panting, his green eyes dark and glassy as he looked at the mess he had made of my face.
The room was silent except for the harsh, ragged sound of our breathing.
After a long minute, Mateo shifted. He pulled out of me slowly, the wet, squelching sound accompanied by a thick rush of his dark, musky cum spilling out of my ruined hole and running down my thighs. He stood up, his dark skin gleaming, and reached down, grabbing my arms.
“Up,” Mateo grunted, hauling me to my knees.
I swayed, my muscles turning to jelly, but Mateo held me up, turning me so I was facing the mirror directly.
“Look at yourself,” Mateo ordered, his large hand gripping the back of my neck, holding my head steady.
I looked. It was a picture of absolute, beautiful ruin.
My hair was wild, my lips bruised and swollen.
My chest was heaving, my skin flushed a deep red.
And my face—my face was completely covered in Lucien's thick, white cum.
It dripped from my chin, smeared across my cheekbones, a stark, undeniable mark of what they had just done to me.
Lucien stepped up beside me. He reached out, his finger swiping a thick dollop of his own cum off my cheek. He held it up to my lips.
“Eat it,” Lucien whispered. “Taste how much I loved ruining you.”
I parted my lips, my eyes locked on my own reflection, and took his finger into my mouth. I sucked the thick, sweet, salty fluid off his skin, swallowing it down. It was the most degrading, intoxicating thing I had ever done.
“Good boy,” Mateo murmured, his thumb stroking the nape of my neck.
Suddenly, a sound shattered the heavy, sex-drenched atmosphere.
Mateo's head snapped up. He let go of my neck, stepping back toward the pile of his discarded clothes. He dug into the pocket of his suit trousers and pulled out his phone.
He looked at the screen, and his jaw tightened.
“It's the boss,” Mateo said quietly, his eyes flicking to Lucien.
Lucien's expression smoothed out. “Answer it.”
Mateo swiped the screen and brought the phone to his ear. “Sir.”
There was a pause. The room was so quiet I could hear the faint, low hum of the voice on the other end, though I couldn't make out the words. Mateo's eyes slid over to me, kneeling naked and covered in cum on the floor, and a strange, tight expression crossed his face.
“Yes, sir. He's right here.”
Mateo lowered the phone and held it out to me.
“He wants to speak to you.”
My heart, which had just started to slow down, kicked back into a frantic, terrified rhythm. I wiped a shaking hand across my mouth, smearing Lucien's cum further across my jaw, and reached up to take the phone.
I brought it to my ear. “Hello?”
“Nico,” Draco's voice came through the speaker.
“Yes,” I managed to croak, my voice wrecked.
“I trust that your measurements have been taken to your satisfaction?”
A cold chill ran down my spine, cutting right through the lingering heat of the room. He knew exactly what had just happened in this room.
“Yes,” I whispered, staring at my ruined reflection. “They have.”
“Excellent,” Draco murmured. “Clean yourself up, Nico. We have work to do.”