Epilogue – Part III #2
“Uh.” Ren cleared his throat. “I went through your notebooks to make sure we got it just right.”
“No, you didn’t.” I ducked my head but couldn’t take my eyes off them. My cock was already drooling in reaction to their hard bodies in this amazing setting. Behind them trees shot up toward the sky.
To our left, a small guesthouse was tucked away along a path. How big was this property? Never mind. I would grill Ren about that later.
I could seriously imagine lumberjacks working here.
“Yes.” Ren smiled, lighting up his angular face.
My stomach coiled with tension. He was better than a fantasy because he was real. His tattoos were artwork on his skin and his piercings glinted, impossible treasure dotted across his body.
“You both look so amazing. I’m ready to bust in my boxers.” I stumbled closer.
When I was steps away, Ren raised his hand. “Oh no. We’re lumberjacks and we have very important jobs. You have to wait for us to finish our work.”
I whimpered as they went back to splitting logs.
Being ignored pissed me off, but this wasn’t like the time they’d made out against the Mustang without me.
It was Ren controlling the situation for my pleasure.
I loved every part of them swinging the axes, giving me different views of their bulging muscles that I would definitely draw later.
More steam poured off them to dance in the air, adding to the aura of two fantastical pinup men dropped in front of me.
Then, as if they’d practiced this odd waltz of steel and wood, they set down their axes. Ren cupped KC’s face. He leaned in and kissed him, brutalizing his mouth in a way only Ren was capable of.
The lube dispenser shook in my hands.
He yanked KC close so fast they collided against each other with a slap of skin.
I bit my lip again as they ground against each other, a dirty dance that had my cock painting precum everywhere in my boxers. A slight chill at my crotch made me achingly aware of the droplets leaking through the denim.
“Why did I never think to draw two lumberjacks kissing?” I pressed the lube dispenser to my cheek to cool it.
KC and Ren chuckled, low sounds that scraped through my insides and made me so ready to get fucked.
They turned in my direction, and I got stuck ogling the bulges in their jeans.
It occurred to me a few seconds too late that maybe I should run and make them chase me.
By the time my brain cells had bounced together in my head, Ren had my feet and KC had picked me up under my shoulders.
I blinked at the clear blue sky overhead as they kicked the logs off the stump.
“I’ll get splinters!”
“You won’t,” Ren said gruffly. They dropped me a couple of feet onto my ass.
Was that his lumberjack voice? I giggled.
But then reality set in. A splinter in my butt would ruin the fantasy vibe. Right? But when I ran my hand over the stump, the surface was soft and smooth. Someone, probably Ren, had taken the time to set this up for me and make sure I wouldn’t get hurt.
Love took up space inside me next to the lust that was tightening my abs. I dragged in a deep breath and the fresh-cut wood tickled something in my mind. This was already the most amazing thing that had ever happened in my life.
“Now that you have me, and you’ve been working in the forest so long, what will you do to me?” I gripped the stump with my fingertips and held my breath.
KC snickered. “You’ve thought about this a lot.”
“You really have no idea. I used to jerk off every time I drew a hot guy.” I slapped a hand over my mouth and my cheeks boiled. I hadn’t meant to share that tidbit.
“You dirty little kitten,” Ren growled, but his feral smile made it clear he was pleased. “I’m going to fuck you raw.”
A thrill zapped through me. A week ago, we’d all tested together, just to be safe, and we’d gotten negative results. Today was the first day of the rest of our lives, and we’d agreed to dump the condoms.
I squirmed in place. “Will you pump cum deep inside me?”
KC moaned, and the hair on the back of my arms stood on end. The sound slid through my insides like silk.
“Fucking love all this,” Ren murmured.
KC blushed. Since his shirt was open, it was easy to watch the pink stain spread from his cheeks to his ears and the whole way down to his belly button.
He looked like he’d smuggled a summer sausage into his jeans and my asshole clenched, wanting that inside.
Fuck, I needed them. I wanted their cocks in the worst way.
“Maybe KC should go first.” Ren’s words might’ve had the shape of a question, but they were an order.
“Yeah,” KC said, but he was choked up and his cheeks were still bright.
Ren nodded.
They pounced. I wasn’t ready for the way they tore off my clothes.
I yelped and struggled, but my shoes were tossed.
The socks went. The fabric of my T-shirt tore, then the next thing I knew, it had been pulled off my head.
Ren held my shoulders down while KC dragged off my jeans and boxers together.
I cried out as my cock sprang free to wave in the cool morning air.
I was on fire already, so the shock was refreshing.
“You’re caught.” Ren leaned in and smiled at me upside down.
“Fuck you.” I struggled, shimmying from side to side.
He let go of my shoulders, which I wasn’t expecting, but before I could begin to scrabble away, he slid the axe handle across my neck.
I stilled, flat on the log. He wasn’t cutting off my air supply, but I couldn’t move or the pressure of the wood on my neck came damned close to choking me.
“Ren,” I gasped, tilting my head back. He slid the wood under my chin.
My cock kicked and drops of precum rolled down my length, cooling quickly so that I was hyperaware of their journey to my pubes. The moment stretched thin, about to snap. We were on the edge of something huge.
“Look at this slut drip for you, KC. He wants you to stuff him with cum until it runs out of him in rivers.” Ren let the handle rest heavily on my throat for a second before he eased up on the pressure.
I sobbed as my cockhead pulsed and my thighs tensed till the muscles ached. The edge was right there. I didn’t want this to end, but I wasn’t sure I could stop it. So many wild things I’d imagined were right in front of me, from my brain to the page to reality.
“I can do that.” KC didn’t sound mean. No, instead he had that hard growl of determination that was familiar from the football field. He slid his axe handle under my knees.
“What are you—Oh. Oooh.” My soul nearly left my body as he used the wooden axe handle to force my legs up and press my thighs firmly against my chest. “Y-yes. Holy—Oh my God, yes.”
He used the axe handle to easily secure me in place, which bit into my thigh muscles. I loved the twinge of pain. The rush of release was already percolating in my balls. My toes twitched.
A scalding stripe slid across my hole—KC’s tongue—and that was it.
Sparks rushed through me faster than a tornado, swirling around and lighting every piece of me on fire.
My balls drew up and my cock pulsed, shocking me.
I choked myself a couple of times because my instinct was to curl forward with each burst of cum that rocketed out of my cock.
The lack of air only made things better.
Because of the angle KC was forcing my body into, every drop of cum drenched my face. A few salty bursts landed in my mouth until I closed it.
The cum rapidly cooled, and I shuddered. My face heated and I was oddly aware of it because of the early morning chill.
“What the fuck do I look like?” I asked in a daze.
“Pure spank fuel,” KC growled. He slid his hand toward the center of the axe handle to keep me in place, but I was jelly at this point.
There was no chance I could muster the strength to escape.
He fumbled with something, and I cracked a smile when I realized his frustrated snarl was directly related to the fight his pants were putting up.
Ren laughed and disappeared from view for a second, but when I spotted him again, he had the lube dispenser. He set it down on the stump, holding eye contact with me like he intended to use every drop on me.
KC held his hand under the spout, and a small snick had me moaning. I could see myself getting trained for inappropriate hard-ons. There were all sorts of automatic dispensers in the wild. Soap. Paper towels. Hand sanitizer. I was sure my brain was too fried to remember other things.
Ren was back with his axe handle across my neck, so I couldn’t see what KC was doing. A good guess was slathering his dick.
“Don’t stretch him. Our slutty kitten loves it rough.” Ren kissed the tip of my nose at the same moment KC thrust inside me, following his orders.
The burn. Oh, holy fuck, that delicious fire sounded the alarm to the rest of me that I was about to get railed in the best way possible.
Getting spread open and stuffed full was fucking phenomenal.
My rim protested, but I loved the sensation.
The pain faded fast as KC started pounding me with a snarl on his face.
I coughed as the axe handle dug too deeply into my neck.
Ren swore and the pressure eased up. KC’s enthusiasm had taken us both by surprise.
The brutal slide across the stump from KC driving into me ended when Ren tossed aside the axe and grabbed my shoulders, keeping me in place.
Steam poured off KC above me so that he seemed to be some mythical monster as he shouted—roared—and drove as deep into me as possible.
It hurt just a little more, and I craved it, couldn’t get enough.
I swore I could feel him dumping his load deep in my asshole. He tossed aside the axe, and I let my legs fall to his sides.
“My turn,” Ren whispered in my ear. He vanished. All I could see was KC’s blissed-out expression as he stayed inside me, still half hard in my hole. The snick of the lube dispenser happened once. Twice. Three times.
More.
I lost count.