Epilogue #2
Walker’s hips start jerking frantically against my nose, his breath turning into broken gasps as my tongue continues to fuck him.
He hits the edge first, his entire body going completely rigid as he blasts his warm cream straight across my chest. He lifts his hips just enough to slip his leaking meat into my mouth, and I swallow his jizz down, nursing his tip until he’s completely empty.
Right on cue, Grant hits the edge too. He lets out a groan, locking his hips tight against my cheeks as he drives his cock all the way to the root.
“Yeah, take my nut, you little bitch,” he says, his entire upper body shaking as he pulses rope after rope of hot jizz deep inside my ass.
The game hasn’t even kicked off yet, and I am already completely drenched.
I snap out of doll mode when no one else reaches for me, my muscles instantly unlocking as the adrenaline floods my system. My ass is completely loose and leaking a heavy mixture of Grant and Finn’s jizz, and my mouth is still coated in Walker’s cream.
I crawl across the mattress on all fours and climb onto Miles’ lap on the couch. I loop my arms around his neck, pulling his face in, and feed him Walker’s load through a filthy make-out session.
Miles is completely addicted to this kind of depraved shit—eating cum, I mean. He lets out a groan, his tongue sweeping my mouth to drink down the secondhand fluid. The only rule we have is that Miles refuses to swallow anyone else’s juice unless it comes directly from my cock or Walker’s.
While I’m wrapped around Miles, completely focused on devouring his mouth, I feel Reid’s fingers sliding into my leaky opening. One. Two. Three. Four.
Then his entire fist pushes cleanly inside my walls.
While Miles has a fixation on my nipples and now on eating cum, Reid is absolutely obsessed with fisting my ass, especially when I’m already stretched out and lubricated by everyone else’s nut.
I arch my spine, angling my cheeks to give him total access so he can work his knuckles deep into my guts.
It hurts like an absolute motherfucker sometimes, but it’s that perfect, heavy kind of hurt that goes straight to my brain.
Reid drives his wrist in deep, pressing hard against my lower abdomen from the inside out. I look down at my own stomach, and I can see the distinct shape of Reid’s knuckles shifting underneath my abs.
It’s the freakiest, hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Look at this greedy little fuckhole,” Reid mutters against the small of my back, his lips brushing the curve of my ass as his fingers curl deeper inside me. “Stretched out so wide for me, leaking everyone’s cum all over the couch. Look at the mess you are making, babe. Such a slut.”
Miles whines against my neck, his hips jerking helplessly against my thigh. I can feel his cock hot and leaking, twitching every time Reid’s knuckles shift inside me.
“God. Holy shit—fuck—”
“You like watching me ruin his hole, don’t you?” Reid’s free hand slides up my spine, possessive and firm, before fisting in my hair and yanking my head back. “Look how much he loves my fist inside him.”
Miles is not even trying to hide how gone he is—his usual chill completely shattered.
His tongue darts out to catch the drool slipping down my chin, his lips sealing over mine in another sloppy kiss.
I can’t help but moan into his mouth, my own meat throbbing violently against my stomach, so rock-hard it’s practically glued straight up against my abs.
Reid’s fist-fucks me deeper, his knuckles pressing hard against my prostate until my legs start shaking.
“You gonna cum just from my hand, slut? Gonna paint Miles’ chest without anyone even touching your cock?”
“Fuck, do it,” Miles breathes, his lips dragging over my collarbone. “I wanna feel it on me.”
Reid pumps his fist in and out of me, the stretch bordering on painful, but the way Miles is clutching at me, panting against my lips, makes it impossible to care.
“You feel how deep I’m in you?” Reid asks, his breath ghosting over my ass. “You’re fucking hollowed out, babe. Like a cheap fleshlight.”
My horniness is completely redlined, wiping out every single coherent thought in my head. I can’t focus on the TV, the game, or the other guys in the room—all I can feel is the insane pressure stretching my walls to the absolute limit.
Miles whimpers, his hands scrambling at my waist like he can’t decide whether to pull me closer or push me onto Reid’s fist harder. His cock is leaking a fat fucking puddle into his sweatpants, and all I can think about is how badly I need him inside me right fucking now.
I reach for his waistband without breaking my sloppy makeout session with him, and yank his sweats down just enough to free his throbbing cock, and wrap my hand around the shaft.
His hips jerk immediately, his breath hitching against my lips as I stroke him slowly, collecting the sticky pre-cum dripping from his slit.
“I need you to fuck me,” I mutter against his mouth. “Right fucking now.”
Reid pulls his fist out of my ass with a wet squelch, leaving my hole gaping and empty, and I whine at the loss.
But Miles is right fucking there, his cock heavy in my hand, so I shift on his lap and line his cock up.
Reid’s fingers dig into my hips, guiding me down, and I sink onto Miles’ shaft, burying his length all the way to the base.
“Oh, fuck—” Miles chokes, his head slamming back against the couch. His glasses go crooked, his thighs trembling under me. “You’re—fuck—you feel so fucking good.”
I rock back, taking him deeper, feeling his curve jab right into my prostate. Reid’s hands slide around my waist, his chest pressing against my back, and suddenly his cock is nudging at my hole too.
“Wait—wait—” Miles stammers, but Reid pushes in anyway, driving his entire meat into my hole alongside Miles.
“Touchdown,” Finn screams from somewhere.
“Game hasn’t started,” Grant says.
“Yeah, I know.”
I ignore them because having two of my boyfriends’ cocks stretching my walls out at the exact same time is my absolute favorite sensation in the world. Miles grabs my jaw and kisses me again while Reid wraps an arm around my chest from behind.
They start to fuck me.
Reid slams in deeper, forcing Miles’ cock to grind against my prostate in a way that has my dick jerking against his stomach, leaving sticky streaks on his shirt.
The stretch is insane—burning, painful, perfect—and I moan like a whore.
Reid grabs Miles by the back of the neck and yanks him down into a filthy kiss over my shoulder, their mouths crashing together violently. Reid’s tongue fucks into Miles’ mouth at the same time Miles starts pounding into me, and I just take it, my brain completely gone.
Across the room, Grant and Walker are arguing over the team’s defense like they aren’t both sitting there with their dicks out, still glistening from unloading in me five minutes ago.
“Bro, their secondary’s weak as fuck,” Walker scoffs, idly palming his half-hard cock. “You’re delusional if you think—”
The doorbell cuts him off.
“Yo, stop breaking Kit’s spine, you fucking animals. Pizza’s here.”
“Fuck off, Finn,” Miles pants, pulling back from the kiss. Reid bites his earlobe, making him yelp, and Miles retaliates by twisting Reid’s nipple through his shirt.
Miles dives back in, but his tongue shoves past my lips this time.
Finn drops the pizza boxes on the counter with a loud thud. “You guys are gonna turn his guts into soup.”
Grant laughs. “Doubt there’s much left in there at this point.”
“Facts.”
I don’t give a fuck about their shit-talk.
How can I when I’m full of cock and having a blast?
And honestly, I don’t care. Let them. My brain’s melted into a puddle of fucked-out bliss, my thighs shaking as they find a rhythm—Reid thrusting in hard while Miles pulls back, then switching so Miles fucks up into me while Reid drags out slow.
Over and over until I’m just a drooling mess between them, my hole stretched obscenely around two fat cocks.
“I’m close,” I gasp against Miles’ mouth, my hips stuttering. “Fuck—I’m gonna—”
I can’t hold back anymore—my balls tighten and my cock pulses before I’m fucking coming untouched. Miles groans into my mouth, his cock twitching inside me as he unloads too, and Reid follows with a rough grunt, his thrusts turning jerky as he pumps me full.
Reid pulls out, and I can feel my hole gaping and dripping cum onto the couch (bringing the mattress was useless after all). Miles leans back against the backrest, hugging me against his chest.
“Congrats, you nasty fucks,” Finn says through a mouthful of pizza. “You just turned Kit into a fucking Twinkie.”
Reid wipes his cock on my back, chuckling. “Filling’s included.”
Miles kisses my face, still buried inside. Both of us laughing too. “Best Super Bowl ever.”
And fuck if I don’t agree.
My brain’s fucking soup, my body is limp and used, and my ass is totally packed to the brim with my roommates-slash-boyfriends’ fluids, and all I can do is grin, blissed-out and dumb.
Maybe we’re just a house full of absolute degenerates, watching the game, eating pizza, destroying yours truly’s guts.
But looking around the room at the family we built, I know I’m exactly where I belong.