Fox #4
“Stop,” I bark out. “Just…stop.”
Haven stills, glancing over at Bastian as he pauses. Kai pulls off with a filthy wet sound, gasping, a line of spit stretching from his swollen lower lip to the head of Rooke’s cock. He looks furious, humiliated—and so hungry for Rooke’s approval that my stomach clenches.
Rooke fists himself, staring down at Kai as he addresses me.
“What’s the matter, Deputy?”
I want to tell Kai he can come. I’m forming those exact fucking words, when the boy blurts out, “If you can’t stand the heat, pig, get out of the kitchen.”
No one speaks.
Rooke huffs through his nose. Kai glares up at him, twisting his hair free from Rooke’s grip.
“What?” he demands of Rooke. “You gonna let him take over again, old man?”
“Fuck him.”
All three turn to look at me. I force a swallow, sounding a hell of a lot more confident than I feel.
“Am I talking too fast, boy?” I ask coldly.
Kai blinks, the anger slowly draining from his face. Something that might have been apprehension replaces it. His mouth is red and wrecked. His chin shines with spit.
“I want you to fuck them both. Hard.”
I don’t even know what I’m asking—what configurations these three are capable of when they’re having sex. But I suddenly have a hundred theories, and my cock is twitching against my fly to find out which of them are correct.
“You heard the Deputy.” He uses his foot to push Haven away from Kai’s dick, then hauls Kai up off the chair by the arm and drags him over to the couch.
He turns him, bends him over the broad leather arm, one big hand flat between Kai’s shoulder blades, and shoves him down hard. Rooke’s hand slides to the back of Kai’s head, smashing his face into the seat cushion so Kai’s ass is up.
My cock is so hard, it hurts. My jaw so tight, there’s no way I can get a single word out.
“Good boy. Now stay.”
Kai’s shaking, glaring at me, but he stays.
“Haven, fetch our things.”
My gaze cuts to Haven as she scrambles up and disappears through a doorway to, I assume, the bedroom. I watch her go, drinking in the sight of her curves. My chest tightens when I see the slick shine between her thighs and how hard her nipples are when she returns.
Jesus…they’re so goddamn obedient.
Rooke carefully slicks two fingers with the lube Haven brought, eyes on Kai the entire time. It’s the only respite Kai gets
“This is such bullshit,” Kai mutters against the leather. “You don’t get to just—Ah! Fuck!”
Rooke forces those two fingers knuckle-deep inside Kai’s asshole. Kai swears through the whole thing while his hips push back onto Rooke’s hand. His mouth says bullshit, but his hole sucks those fingers in to the last knuckle and holds. His rim stretches shiny around those thick fingers.
It looks too small for them.
It takes them anyway.
“Too much. Jesus. Bash, please!”
Rooke scissors him relentlessly, adding a third finger before Kai’s even adjusted to the first two, and then does something deep inside Kai’s hole that makes his knees dip and a broken sound fall out of his mouth.
Without being asked, like they’ve abused Kai like this before and both know the steps, Haven tears open a condom and rolls it onto Rooke’s cock, slicking lube over his shaft until it’s gleaming from base to head.
Rooke notches against Kai’s ass and pushes in, jaw bunching as if he has to fight for every inch.
“It hurts,” Kai gasps. “Fuck, it hurts, you’re too big, Bash. Jesus, stop! Please!”
“Stop isn’t our safe word, boy,” Rooke teases, focring himself in another inch.
Kai’s whole back bows. His fists slam into the couch leather, then his nails try to scrabble for purchase.
Haven whimpers, standing close enough to touch either but touching herself instead—one hand on her tit, the other between her legs. When she catches me looking, she slowly lifts her one foot to the armrest beside Kai, spreading open so I can see exactly how she’s working her clit.
My cock gives a sullen ache inside my jeans, my teeth creaking together as I struggle not to yank against the belt.
Rooke doesn’t seem to notice. He’s entirely focused on feeding his thick cock into Kai’s tight hole. Slow, steady, relentless. Splitting the younger man open an inch at a time.
Kai tries to crawl forward. Rooke grabs his hip and drags him back onto his cock. As punishment, he thrusts hard, once, seating himself flush against Kai’s ass with a slapping sound.
Kai lets out a whine of pain, his body shuddering against Rooke’s.
“I know, boy,” Rooke murmurs. “I know it hurts.” But he doesn’t pull out. He rolls his hips, grinding deep, making Kai take every inch of him despite the pain. “Just breathe through it. You’ve taken this cock before, and you’ll take it again. That’s what I trained you for.”
Kai’s lashes are wet with tears when he turns to look over at me. Shame and fury burn in his eyes, but there’s a need so raw it forces a groan out of my throat.
His cock hangs heavy between his legs, dripping onto the leather.
I soak in every bit of the debauchery unfolding in front of me, until my entire body is thrumming with want.
“Not so mouthy now, are we?” Rooke starts fucking Kai’s ass in an unhurried rhythm. Deep. Hard.
The slap of their bodies meeting fills the room. Beside them, Haven’s hand moves faster.
“Look at you, Kai,” Bastian purrs. “Being such a good toy for me.”
I see the praise land. Kai flinches, moans, and pushes back against Rooke like he wants even more of his cock.
“Fox,” Kai chokes out. “Tell him! Tell him to—Ah!” His words are cut off by an extra-hard thrust from Rooke.
“Tell him to what?” I deadpan, my voice strangled.
Rooke chuckles darkly. He fucks into Kai even harder for that, then grinds against his ass until Kai’s toes curl off the floor.
“The Deputy doesn’t sound all that sympathetic, boy. Shouldn’t have pissed him off.” Rooke looks over at Haven, seeming to notice what she’s up to for the first time.
The fact Rooke lost himself in fucking Kai doesn’t seem possible, but there’s an edge to Bastian’s voice when he snaps, “Did anyone say you could touch yourself, girl?”
Haven whips her hand away from her clit, dropping clenched fists to her side and bowing her head. “No, Sir.”
“Then what do you think you’re doing?”
She shakes her head, silent.
“You want your little clit touched so bad, let Kai lick it for you.” Rooke grabs Kai’s hips and holds him in place as he gives him another violent fuck. “You hear me, boy? Stick out that tongue and show Haven’s cunt some love.”
Haven hurries over to the couch, scrambling on. Kai shoves up to his elbows, ass still in the air for Rooke as Haven shimmies under his chest with her legs.
The sound she makes when Kai’s tongue grazes over her cunt is going to live rent free in my head for years.
“Slow. One lick at a time. She’s not coming any time soon, either.”
The fire is suddenly too hot. My cock feels like it wants to fucking burst the seams of my pants.
And all I can do is fucking watch as Kai licks Haven between her legs with long, slow strokes of his tongue. The way her face scrunches up and her fists tighten, it’s more torture than pleasure.
Rooke starts fucking Kai again in those same deep strokes, using the motion to shove Kai’s mouth harder against her. Kai moans against her wet pussy, his hole making a filthy slick noise around Rooke’s cock every time his hips snap forward.
Haven squirms and writhes against Kai’s tongue, trying to get more pressure, but it’s obvious he’s had to punish her like this before, because he teases her until she’s panting.
I don’t know where to look. My gaze keeps jumping from Rooke’s cock to Kai’s tongue, to Haven’s bouncing tits.
Then something changes, and my gaze skips to Haven’s face.
It’s the way her body suddenly locks up. There’s a frantic, almost panicked look on her face as she grabs Kai’s hair in a fist and tries to pull him off her clit. He looks over at her, and I swear I see him grin, but her pussy is in the way and I can’t be sure.
Haven’s back arches off the couch, her lips clamping closed and the fist in Kai’s hair going white-knuckled. I bite back a groan as I watch her come in Kai’s mouth, as he laps at her cunt and pushes her even further.
I go cold. My gaze flicks back to Rooke.
But his eyes are closed. He’s lost himself, too busy fucking Kai’s ass to notice that Kai made Haven come.
As if they both realize the same thing, Haven hurriedly starts moaning again, and Kai plants his mouth back on her cunt like nothing happened.
Rooke pulls out of him, and slaps Kai’s ass so hard that Haven whimpers in pain at the sudden pressure against her clit.
“Both of you, asses up and ready.”
I have no idea what the command means, but they do. Haven slips off the couch and, with a quick glance over her shoulder at me, puts her knees on the couch cushions, and grabs the headrest with both hands.
I stare greedily at her cunt as she slowly spreads her legs, giving me a perfect view of her glistening pussy.
A moment later, Kai joins her. His thighs are shaking, and his face is flushed—cheeks the same color as the hand print Rooke’s slap left on his ass. He spreads his legs as well, his dick and balls hanging thick and heavy between his legs.
“Deputy said both. He gets both.”
He strips off the used condom, knots it, and tosses it toward the wastebasket beside the couch. Haven holds out another packet without being asked.
He doesn’t bother slicking himself with lube this time. Instead, he stands to the side so I can see everything he does, and shoves his fingers inside Haven’s cunt. She gasps, then rocks back, head dipping down as she fucks his fingers in short, sharp jabs.
He holds his hand still, letting her fuck his one hand, the other slowly working his own cock until he’s just as hard as when he was inside Kai’s hole. When his hand is dripping with Haven’s arousal, he smears it over his cock.
“Ready for me, girl?” His voice is deeper now, rough around the edges.
Haven shivers, then glances over her shoulder at me.
Me.
Why the fuck is she—?
“He won’t be able to see,” she says, sounding almost sulky about it.