Chapter 16
Katt’s back arched off the mattress as Marcus’s mouth closed over his nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make him gasp.
Mickey’s tongue flicked the other, wet and relentless, until both peaks were swollen, throbbing with every shallow breath.
The drag of their lips sent jolts straight to his cock, which leaked against his stomach, the tip slick and aching.
Samson’s hands gripped his thighs, spreading them wide, and then his mouth was there—hot, wet, devouring.
His tongue lapped at the underside of Katt’s balls, dragging up the thick vein of his shaft before circling the head, teasing the slit until his hips jerked.
Samson hummed, the vibration making Katt’s thighs quiver, then dipped lower, tongue pressing flat against the sensitive skin behind his sac before tracing the seam of his ass, teasing the tight ring of muscle, the wet heat of it making Katt’s legs shake against the mattress.
His breath hitched as Samson’s tongue breached him, just the tip, just enough to make his hole clench around the intrusion, desperate for more.
Katt sank his teeth into his lower lip, the sharp sting barely holding back the whimper clawing up his throat—please, fuck, put something inside me.
His hips jerked off the bed, and Samson’s mouth sealed around him, tongue dragging up the underside of his cock in a slow, wet glide before swallowing him down.
The heat was explicit, the way Samson’s throat fluttered around the head, muscles squeezing in rhythmic pulses that made Katt’s thighs shake harder.
His balls drew up tight, the pressure building at the base of his spine as Samson took him deeper, deeper, until his nose pressed into the soft thatch of Katt’s pubic hair and his throat worked around the thickest part of him.
The twins’ lips brushed his collarbone, their breath hot and damp as they writhed against him, their cocks leaving sticky trails of precum across his ribs, his hipbones.
Marcus’s teeth grazed his nipple, sharp enough to make him gasp, while Mickey’s tongue traced the shell of his ear, his voice a ragged whisper: “You taste so good when you’re desperate.
” Their fingers tangled in Katt’s hair, tilting his head back so they could claim his mouth in a messy, biting kiss, their tongues slick and insistent as they rocked against him, their cocks grinding into his sides.
Katt found their asses—soft, round, perfect—and he dug his fingers in, pulling them flush against him as his hips stuttered upward, fucking into Samson’s throat.
The wet, crude sounds of suction filled the room, the moist drag of lips and tongue, the choked groan Samson made when Katt’s cock hit the back of his throat.
The twins’ moans vibrated against his skin as they rutted against him, their cocks leaking, their bodies trembling with the effort of holding back.
Katt’s vision blurred, his breath coming in sharp, broken gasps as the pressure coiled tighter, tighter—until Samson’s fingers finally slid between his cheeks, teasing his hole with the slick pad of one fingertip, and Katt shattered, his back arching off the bed as he came with a broken cry, his cum pulsing down Samson’s throat.
Gideon stood behind the cameras, Daniel to his right, and both men hard again. If they had still been alone in the privacy of the observation room, Gideon was sure they’d be having another go at one another.
“Damn.” Gideon dragged his hand over his face. “That was a hell of an opening for the scene.” His voice felt raw in his throat, and sounded the same when he spoke.
Daniel looked flushed and overheated, his cheeks slightly reddish and a slight sheen to his brow. He didn’t speak, simply nodded.
The boys didn’t need instruction on how to proceed. The twins scooted back as Samson urged Katt to roll over. Gideon noted the slight tremor in Katt’s limbs as he complied, the light glaze to his eyes. Though he had yet to be prepared—the boy was ready to be fucked.
Katt felt the tremors in his bones. Despite having been blown by all the porn stars in the rec room—and cumming down Garrett’s throat—this time felt different, even more intense. And he was shaken.
He hugged the soft white pillow beneath his chin as his mind careened and his body screamed for more, so much more. The twins slid closer again, caressing his damp back, kissing his shoulders. Their erections pressed against him, slicking his warm flesh with their juices.
“How are you feeling?” Marcus whispered against his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
Katt released a shuddery breath and nodded. “Yeah,” he rasped.
“It’s only going to get better,” Mickey promised from the opposite side. He trailed a fingertip along Katt’s spine, down to the upper crease of his ass, dipping just the tip of his finger between his cheeks. Katt shivered as his skin prickled.
Samson opened his legs again, and Katt heard the soft click of a cap opening, a wet squirt, then the slick sound of fingers rubbing together.
He tensed when Samson spread his ass cheeks with one hand and greased his hole with the other.
As Samson began squeezing a single digit inside his ass, Katt’s hole instinctively clenched.
“Relax,” Marcus cooed and worked a hand beneath Katt, gently stroking his flaccid cock. It felt good. Really good. His ass reflexively arched a bit as the tension in his anal muscles eased.
“Just breathe,” Samson murmured, and slowly pushed his finger into Katt’s hole.
“Huh…” Katt gasped into the pillow, tensing again, then relaxing a moment later.
Marcus rubbed Katt’s dick against the slick sheets, his thumb massaging the tip. “You’re doing great,” he moaned. “Samson’s gonna make you feel so, so good.”
Katt felt his body clench around the intrusion as Samson pushed deeper, a reflexive resistance that made him curl his toes into the sheets.
But then Samson began to move—not fast, just a slow, steady drag in and out, and Katt’s breath evened into it.
More lube, cool at first, then warming fast. He closed his eyes and listened to the slick, rhythmic sound of it, felt the unhurried pull and push of Samson’s finger working him open.
He pressed his face sideways into the pillow and just felt it: the soft, insistent stroke, the stretch of it, the way his body had stopped pushing back and started pulling inward instead, greedy and involuntary, his hole tightening around Samson’s finger each time it withdrew.
Somewhere in the rhythm, his body started wanting—his inner walls tightening around the digit, squeezing, trying to draw it further in.
The twins leaned across Katt’s back and kissed, their bodies taut with hunger, their cocks dragging slick lines across his skin.
Marcus stroked him more firmly, a slow, twisting pull that coaxed the blood back into him, and Katt’s breathing quickened against the pillow, his hips rocking into the rhythm of it.
When Samson pressed a second finger alongside the first, the stretch was immediate and undeniable—a deep, full ache that made Katt’s breath snag in his throat. A ragged moan tore out of him, and his ass pushed back, chasing it.
Samson’s own breath had gone shallow. He worked his fingers in a slow scissoring motion, feeling the resistance give, the tight ring of muscle softening around him.
Then his fingertips dragged across something deep inside, and Katt’s whole body locked—a strangled cry ripped from his throat, his cock going instantly, almost painfully hard in Marcus’s fist.
“There we go,” Samson said with a smile in his voice. “That’s the spot.” He touched it again, and Katt yelped, his whole body convulsing against the bed. He could swear the man was jerking him off from the inside.
“Oh, my god…” Katt choked, huffing into the pillow. “Oh fuck… fuck…”
Marcus squeezed his throbbing cock. “Told you it would feel good,” he moaned against Katt’s ear. “Cum for us again.” With that, Marcus stroked him faster. Katt lifted his ass, giving the boy more room. Then he was thrusting through his fist while he shoved his ass against Samson’s fingers.
“Good,” Samson murmured, breathing a bit faster. He applied more lube and inserted a third finger. “Just let yourself go.”
Samson pressed into the spot and held, and Katt’s breath simply stopped. For one suspended moment, his whole body went rigid—thighs locked, spine arched, fingers white-knuckled in the pillow—and a broken sound tore out of him, swallowed by the pillow.
Marcus’s fist tightened around him, stroking faster, and Katt felt it building from somewhere deep and central, radiating outward through his thighs and up into his gut, a tightening that was almost unbearable.
“Uh!” His toes curled into the sheets. His breath came in ragged, stuttering bursts, each exhale a wrecked syllable. “Oh fuck… fuck…”
Samson’s fingers found the spot a third time and held there, and Katt shattered—“Uh… uh… uuhhh… fuck… fuuuck!”—his back bowing, his whole body seizing as he spilled across the sheets in long, shuddering pulses, his cock throbbing in Marcus’s grip long after the sound had left him, while his face stayed buried in the pillow, breathing nothing.
“I have to go now.” Daniel retreated toward the studio door. Gideon followed.
“You don’t want to finish watching the shoot?”
Daniel leaned against the doorframe as if he needed the support. “I can’t finish watching it.” He chuckled and rubbed his face. “I don’t think I can survive it.”
Gideon smiled. “You’ve watched other shoots.”
“I know, but…” Daniel took a deep breath, shaking his head. “But today…” He looked at Gideon, his eyes scalding. “… after everything we’ve done…” He cleared his throat. “I don’t think I can take any more without…”
Gideon held his stare, knowing what he would say.
Stepping forward, Daniel cupped Gideon’s neck and kissed him. “Without wanting… more,” he whispered through the kiss.
“I’m sorry.” Gideon touched his head to Daniel’s.
“Nothing to be sorry for,” Daniel murmured, sliding his fingers into Gideon’s hair. “It’s all a process. One we’ll get through together.”
“Yeah,” Gideon whispered, kissing him softly.
“Remember.” Daniel lifted Gideon’s face. “It was my call, not yours. This line we choose not to cross just yet… I drew it, not you. If I find myself suffering now and then…” He smiled small. “… that’s on me.”
“Now and then?” Gideon slowly raised an eyebrow, his lips stretching slightly.
Daniel chuckled. “Okay, so maybe twenty-four, seven.” He shrugged. “I’ll live.”
“Not sure I will,” Gideon mumbled, then laughed quietly.
“You will.” Daniel took his hand and kissed it. “We both will.”
Gideon sighed. “I’ll walk you out.” He stepped over and spoke to Rich, the director, then exited the room behind Daniel.
They just reached the ground floor when the doorbell rang. Gideon walked ahead, crossing the spacious entry area, his shoes clacking dully on the hard floor. When he approached the front door and pulled it open, a young, good-looking man stood on the other side.
“Hello,” Gideon said with a friendly tone. “Can I help you?”
The young man shoved his hands in the front pockets of his pants and shifted. The warm, light breeze played with the tips of his dark hair, but he didn’t seem to notice. “I’m looking for… Katt Williams,” he said, a nervous hitch to his voice. “Is he here?”
Gideon eyed him thoughtfully. “And you are?”
When the young man met his stare and told Gideon his name, the porn boss stepped back and invited him inside.