Chapter 19
The sunlight wakes me up, but it’s not the light or the heat of the bodies next to me that registers first. It’s the total ache in my whole body.
My hole is still loose and throbbing, my thighs are sore, and there’s that thin pain in my abdomen that’s always there after a good fuck.
Even my jaw’s stiff when I try to yawn. My poor dick’s half-hard against my stomach, a sticky trail of dried pre connecting it to my skin.
Fuck’s sake. Morning wood hits way different when you wake up sandwiched between two guys who just confessed they’re down bad for you.
Miles has his hand splayed flat across my chest, firmly gripping my left pec. Reid’s arm is slung over my waist, his fingers twitching against my hip bone. They’re both out cold.
Reid’s breath catches when I brush my toes against his shin, but he doesn’t stir. Miles mutters some nonsense into my shoulder and crowds closer, pressing his heavy morning wood straight against my thigh. My dick throbs in response.
Well, fuck.
Miles stirs first, blinking the sleep from his eyes. His gaze drops to Reid’s hand on my hip, then tracks straight down to my twitching cock.
“Morning,” he says, his thumb starting a lazy circle right over my nipple. “Sleep okay?”
“Define ‘okay.’”
“Sweet dreams?” he asks, looking pointedly at my junk again.
Miles is a little bit of an asshole. I like that about him, I do. But my nuts are swollen to max capacity after staying locked down all night without a release. Safe to say, I’m in a seriously sour mood here.
“Is there a specific reason neither of you tried to fuck me last night?”
He blinks at me, looking taken aback. Then he snorts.
“I’m a gentleman.”
A low rumble comes from my other side, and I turn to see Reid grinning against my shoulder.
“He was whining about being blue-balled after you passed out.”
I look back at Miles, whose face is flushing a little pink.
“Hey, the guy I like seemed very positive about wanting to be with me,” Miles mutters, his fingers tracing my jawline. “Excuse me for being bricked up.”
“The guy you like is very happy that you are a healthy, horny man,” I tell him, dead serious.
“So.” Miles’ gaze flicks over to Reid, then locks right back onto my face. “Is it okay to assume I can just…?”
“Yes.”
He leans over and crushes his mouth against mine.
It starts with a hard nip to my bottom lip before he slides his tongue straight in, without a care in the world about morning breath.
Reid’s grip clamps onto my hip, and I groan into Miles’ mouth.
He swallows the sound happily, sliding his hand down my body to wrap his palm tight around my dick.
Fuck.
Reid’s teeth scrape aggressively against my neck.
I’m so screwed.
Miles sucks on my bottom lip, forcing a whine out of me. He drinks that sound too.
My brain goes completely blank, and I’m not even checked out in doll mode.
Reid’s fingers dig harder, and I know he’s pissed that Miles got first dibs on my mouth. His hot breath hits my skin right before he fists my hair and yanks my head back.
“My turn.”
Miles keeps his grip locked on my dick, pumping me slowly while Reid licks into my mouth. I moan when Miles twists his fist around my cockhead with every upstroke, collecting my pre-cum and smearing the slick juice all over my shaft.
Fuck, he’s really good at that.
Reid ends the kiss, and sinks his teeth into my bottom lip.
“Good?” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Fuck, yeah,” I gasp, my dick weeping straight into Miles’ palm.
“Tell me how much you like it.” Miles asks, kissing under my ear.
“Fuck, I love it,” I choke out, my hips stuttering off the mattress on their own. “Harder, Miles—fuck, it’s so good. So good—fuck, it’s—”
Reid thrusts his tongue back into my mouth, and Miles accelerates his stroke. My balls draw up tight, heat coiling thick and low in my gut. I’m losing my grip on reality, my mind entirely reduced to the desperate need to get milked. I want them to drain me until I’m empty.
“C-close,” I gasp, my eyes rolling back as my head thrashes into the pillow.
Reid’s mouth claims my neck and Miles takes my mouth back, aggressively sucking my tongue into his mouth. Reid’s hand slides down my thigh, his fingers wrapping around my balls to squeeze them hard while Miles twists his fist around my cockhead, pressing his thumb against my leaking slit.
I fucking lose it.
My back arches as I come, spurting a ridiculous amount of cum all over us. Miles keeps devouring my mouth through the blast, swallowing my moans like he’s addicted to the taste, while stroking me through the aftershocks.
He lifts his hand, examining the mess I made, then brings the white-smeared fingers right across my lips, forcing my own cum into my mouth. He kisses me again, and then Reid is fighting his way into the kiss. It’s messy with saliva and cum and too many tongues rubbing together, but holy—
“Fuck,” I pant.
“Felt good?” Reid’s thumb sweeps across my bottom lip, smearing the wet glaze.
I nod, my brain a total mush.
Miles bites my ear. “Round two?”
I groan, but my dick throb against my abs, already demanding more action.
“Yeah. Round two.” Reid smirks.
Fuck me.
Actually, yeah. That sounds perfect, actually.
* * *
I’ve already blown my load two times, and swear to God I’m tapped out—like, dick numb, balls hollowed, the whole pathetic post-nut blackout.
But Reid’s tongue is licking into my asshole while Miles swallows my swollen cock straight down to the root, and fuck, maybe heaven’s just two dudes who hate each other wrecking you in sync.
I arch off the mattress, my cock twitching deep in Miles’ throat, my hole clenching around Reid’s tongue. Reid chuckles—the bastard—and pulls his face out to watch Miles deepthroat the soul out of me. He spits on my hole and rubs it in with two fingers. I can’t help but whine.
They won’t fuck me. My hole is sore and puffy, and according to them, the only thing it can take is their tongue. Part of me wants to bitch about the restriction, but I know they’re right. There’s no point tearing myself open when I just want these guys to use my body for as long as possible.
Miles lets go of my cock—a crime, by the way—and drags his wet mouth down my abs, tracing a sloppy path that feels absolutely delicious.
Reid abandons my hole and sucks my entire ballsack straight into his mouth.
The sudden rush of wet heat makes my hips jerk, my shaft slapping hard against Reid’s forehead while Miles works his way up, completely dodging my nipples like they’re fucking landmines.
Asshole.
Last time he left them purple for days, but fuck if I don’t want that again.
I grab his hair and yank his face up to my left nipple, grinding his mouth against it until he groans. His tongue flicks over it once, twice, then he’s sucking hard, making my back arch and a long whine leave my lips.
Reid lets my nuts slide free and swallows my cock down to the root, burying his nose deep in my pubes. His throat works around my length, impossibly tight and slick, and holy fuck fuck fuck. Miles switches to my other nipple, biting down hard just as Reid hollows his cheeks.
Fuck yeah.
Miles uses his free hand to cup my dick right through the bulge in Reid’s neck, literally jerking me off through it, squeezing the column of his throat so hard it clamps the muscle tight around my shaft.
The sensation is completely unhinged. I just hope it doesn’t feel as awful to Reid as it feels great to me.
Reid gives a warning grunt, his eyes flaring with pure murder as he glares up at him.
“Keep choking on it,” Miles mutters, grinning. “Kit likes it deep and tight. Don’t you, babe?”
“Y-yeah,” I moan. “Feels so good.”
Reid lets out a choked whine around my shaft when Miles squeezes his throat hard again—he’ll deny it later, I bet—his hand replacing his mouth a second later. He jacks me rough and fast while his tongue laps at my balls, and Miles uses both hands on my nips. I’m right on the fucking edge.
“Fuck—fuck, oh my God—”
The noises spill out of me with no off switch, my voice cracking high when Reid sucks my balls so deep into his mouth I think he’ll swallow them down. Miles’ thumbs roll over my nipples, pinching hard, and my dick twitches against Reid’s forehead, leaking into his hair.
“Fuck, Kit,” Miles groans against my ear, his tongue flicking the sensitive shell before he bites down. “Never knew you made these kinds of noises when you’re not playing doll. Yous sound so fucking hot. I’m about to blow my load just listening to you.”
I moan louder just to watch the outline of his dick jump, and I immediately reach down to palm it. He rocks against my hand, his hips jerking like he’s about to lose it and spill his nut right into his sweatpants.
Neither of them has touched themselves once, keeping every bit of their focus locked on me. I respect their restraint, but I really, really want to make them come too.
Reid’s fingers dig into my hips, his spit-slick thumb massaging my hole while Miles chews on my nipple again.
The sting rolls through me like a shockwave, my balls tightening inside Reid’s mouth, my cock leaking a fat glob of pre onto his temple.
He doesn’t wipe it off even when it slides down his face.
God! Jesus fucking Christ oh my God!
“He’s gonna blow like this,” Miles says, stating a cold fact none of us can stop.
Reid’s thumb swipes over my drooling slit, spreading the mess, and I groan through clenched teeth.
Miles kisses up to my jaw.
“Come on his face,” he murmurs, nipping my earlobe.
Reid growls around my sack, and then once again he goes back to my cock, sucking my cockhead into his mouth at the same time his thumb sinks knuckle-deep into my sore asshole.
My back arches off the bed, my thighs shaking, my hole clenching around his thumb.
Miles pinches my nipple harder, sucking a bruise on my neck.
“Come on,” Miles pants against my face. “Drench him.”