Aftercare for Monsters #3
Mateo watched from between my spread legs, his chest heaving, his own cock thick and heavily veined in his hand. His fingers starting to scissor inside my ass again, hitting my prostate with every thrust.
Rowan ground his hips back, forcing my face deeper into his ass. “Deeper,” he demanded, his voice thick with arousal. “Get your tongue inside me, Nico. Eat it like you're starving.”
I pushed my tongue as deep as I could.
“Good boy,” Mateo growled, his voice thick and heavy as he crawled further up my body.
He moved right up against Rowan’s massive, crouching form.
Mateo leaned in, his golden eyes blazing with feral hunger, and pressed his mouth to Rowan's thigh.
He kissed the scarred, coarse muscle, his tongue darting out to taste the sweat and musk clinging to Rowan's skin.
Rowan let out a deep, shuddering groan, his hips grinding back against my face in response.
Mateo dragged his mouth up Rowan's flank, biting lightly at the dense hair covering his hip, before reaching around to grip Rowan's thick, jutting cock.
“Fuck,” Rowan hissed, his hands gripping the headboard so hard the wood creaked.
Mateo leaned over my body and took Rowan into his mouth. The sound of Mateo sucking Rowan’s cock filled the room. Mateo took him deep, his throat working frantically around the staggering girth, while his hand continued to stroke my cock.
“Yeah, Mateo,” Rowan grunted, his hips snapping forward to fuck Mateo's mouth, his hairy ass slapping wetly against my nose and cheeks. “Take it.”
Mateo pulled off Rowan’s cock.
“Look at him,” Mateo breathed. “He's fucking leaking everywhere. He's begging for it.”
Rowan shifted, finally pulling his ass away from my face.
“Let's put him out of his misery,” Rowan rumbled.
They both moved down my body. Mateo gathered a thick mouthful of spit and let it drop directly onto the sensitive head of my cock. A second later, Rowan did the same, a heavy string of his saliva landing right on my slit.
“Fucking beautiful,” Mateo sneered, his fingers spreading the mixture of their spit and my pre-come all over my aching shaft. “You want to come for us, Nico? You want to shoot your load while we suck you dry?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, thrashing against the belts. “Please—fuck, please!”
Rowan leaned down first. His hot, wet mouth swallowed the head of my cock, his coarse beard scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin. I screamed, my back arching violently as he sucked hard, his tongue swirling right over the spit-slicked slit.
Mateo didn't wait. He leaned in right next to Rowan, their faces pressed together, and took the base of my cock into his mouth.
They were sharing me, their tongues tangling against my flesh, their mouths working in a devastating, synchronized rhythm that completely destroyed whatever was left of my sanity.
“Ah! Fuck—Mateo! Rowan!” I shrieked, my hips snapping up off the mattress, fighting the leather restraints with everything I had.
They sucked harder. Mateo’s fingers slammed into my prostate one last time, pinning the bundle of nerves, and I completely shattered.
I came with a raw, broken scream. I shot thick, heavy ropes of come straight into their waiting mouths. They swallowed every drop, drinking me down like they were starving, their lips pulling fiercely at my jerking, hypersensitive flesh.
They didn't stop sucking until my cock was completely drained, leaving me a trembling, ruined mess, entirely unmade on Draco's expensive sheets.
Mateo pulled back with a wet smack, wiping a stray drop of my come from his bottom lip with his thumb. “Fuck, you taste good,” he rasped.
Rowan didn't say anything. He just reached up, his massive hands grabbing the silk tie binding my wrists.
With one effortless tug, the knot gave way.
My arms fell heavily to the mattress, the bruised, sensitive skin throbbing.
Mateo moved down to my legs, unbuckling the thick leather belts from my ankles, freeing me from the bedposts.
I didn't move to close my legs. I couldn't. I just lay there, completely limp, my chest heaving, fully exposed and waiting for whatever they wanted to do next.
“Turn over,” Rowan commanded.
I weakly rolled onto my stomach, burying my face in the sweat-dampened pillow. I felt Mateo’s hands grip my hips, pulling me up so my ass was elevated, my knees tucked beneath me. I was entirely on display, my slick, trembling hole presented perfectly to them.
“Look at this,” Rowan breathed, the bed dipping under his immense weight as he settled behind me. “He's completely wrecked, and he still wants more.”
“He's a greedy little thing,” Mateo agreed, his voice thick with dark amusement.
I felt the hot ghost of Rowan’s breath against my wet cleft right before his tongue lashed out.
He dragged his tongue directly over my sensitive, twitching hole, and I whimpered into the pillow, my hips bucking up instinctively.
Rowan groaned, his massive hands gripping my thighs, holding me in place as he ate me out.
He pushed his tongue deep, swirling it around the tight ring of muscle, tasting the mix of lube and my own slick heat.
“My turn,” Mateo growled. Rowan pulled back, and Mateo immediately took his place, his mouth hot and frantic. He sucked at my hole, his tongue darting in and out, rimming me with a wet, sloppy devotion that sent fresh, agonizing spikes of pleasure straight to my groin.
“Please,” I gasped, my fingers curling into the sheets. “Put it in. Fuck me.”
“Impatient,” Rowan murmured. I heard the sound of the nightstand drawer opening again, a heavy clatter of objects being shoved aside. “Draco keeps an interesting collection for his guests. Let's see how much you can really take, Nico.”
Before I could even brace myself, he pushed the blunt head of the toy inside me.
I screamed into the pillow as the sheer, terrifying girth of it stretched me. Rowan gripped my hips, driving the toy deep in one relentless, agonizing thrust.
“Fuck, look how he takes it,” Mateo hissed, moving around to the front of me. He grabbed my jaw, lifting my head from the pillow. “Take my cock while he stretches you out.”
Mateo shoved his heavy, veined shaft into my mouth. I gagged, my jaw locking around his girth, while Rowan pumped the massive toy in and out of my ass. The burn was incredible, a tearing, blinding stretch that made my vision white out.
“You're going to take both of us,” Rowan snarled from behind me, pulling the toy out with a wet, hollow pop that left me gaping and empty. “We're going to spit-roast you until you forget your own fucking name.”
Rowan didn't give me a second to recover. He pressed his own cock to my completely stretched hole and drove himself to the hilt in one brutal, devastating thrust.
“Yeah, take it, you dirty little slut,” Mateo grunted, his hips snapping forward to fuck my mouth. “Take our cocks.”
“I want to breed you,” Rowan roared. “I want to fill this tight little hole with my seed.”
“Fuck yes,” Mateo agreed, his golden eyes blazing as he looked down at me, his cock sliding deep down my throat. “We're going to pump you so full of our come it leaks out of you for days. You want us to breed you, Nico? You want us to fill you up?”
I nodded frantically, tears streaming down my face. I wanted it. I wanted them to ruin me, to mark me, to completely unmake me on this bed.
“Good boy,” Rowan snarled, his thrusts turning erratic and desperate.
Rowan’s hand tightened around my throat, his thumb pressing right over my hammering pulse. “I'm going to ruin this hole,” he snarled, his chest heaving, his sweat dripping down onto my back. “I'm going to stretch you out so much you won't be able to hold anything but my seed.”
“Ours,” Mateo corrected fiercely, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a wet, sloppy pop.
I gasped, my lungs burning, strings of saliva and pre-come connecting my lips to Mateo’s blunt head. I didn't have time to recover.
Mateo moved around to the side of the bed. “Make room.” He commanded.
Rowan didn't pull out, but he shifted his angle, pulling back just enough to expose the slick, wrecked entrance of my ass. I was gaping around him, completely stretched by the massive toy and his staggering girth.
Mateo didn't hesitate. He grabbed his own cock, slathered it in the freezing lube from the nightstand, and pressed the blunt tip right against my hole, right alongside Rowan’s thick shaft.
The stretch was beyond anything I had ever felt. It was a tearing, blinding fullness that completely obliterated my senses.
“Fuck!” Mateo roared, his body shuddering as he buried himself to the hilt alongside Rowan. “You're so fucking tight, Nico.”
They established a brutal, alternating rhythm. Rowan pulled back as Mateo drove in, and then Mateo retreated as Rowan slammed forward. They were churning my insides, stretching me wide, completely destroying the tight little hole they were so obsessed with.
“Yeah, take our cocks,” Mateo hissed, leaning over to bite hard into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. “We're going to breed you so deep. We're going to fill you up until you're overflowing with it.”
“Take my seed, Nico,” Rowan snarled, his thrusts getting shorter, faster, more frantic. “Take it deep in your gut.”
I was completely lost to the sensation.
“Mateo!” Rowan barked, his voice cracking with the strain. “Now!”
“I'm there,” Mateo roared back.