Chapter 18
The profanity came out of Katt in a low, broken stream as Marcus found his rhythm, each thrust a little harder than the last, rocking Katt forward on his hands.
Then the wet heat of Mickey’s mouth was suddenly gone from his cock, and Mickey was moving beneath him, boneless and quick.
Spinning himself around, he slid up until his face was directly below Katt’s, his arms looping up around Katt’s neck and pulling him down until their foreheads touched and their mouths met.
Mickey’s lips were slightly swollen and tasted of Katt.
Then Marcus’s slick hand wrapped around Katt’s cock, stroking lube down his shaft in one slow pull, and Katt broke the kiss with a sharp inhale.
Mickey’s thighs climbed his hips, ankles locking at the small of his back, and the shift in angle brought the head of Katt’s cock raking slowly down through the cleft of Mickey’s ass until it caught—soft resistance, a tight heat radiating outward.
Katt went very still. Mickey’s eyes were open, watching him from an inch away, blue and unblinking and asking something of him without words.
Katt swallowed hard against the wild hammering in his chest.
“Fuck me, Katt,” Mickey breathed against his lips, barely a whisper, his fingers curling into the back of Katt’s neck, his thighs flexing against Katt’s flanks. “I want to feel you inside me so bad.”
Katt felt the blunt head of his cock catch against Mickey’s hole—then Marcus thrust forward, and the decision was made for him.
The tight heat swallowed him inch by inch, impossibly snug, gripping him in a way that wrung a sound out of him he didn’t recognize as his own voice.
He had never felt anything like it. He pushed the rest of the way in without meaning to, his whole body shuddering at the sensation of being buried to the hilt in Mickey while Marcus was buried to the hilt in him.
“Fuck—” Katt’s voice came out wrecked, his hips stuttering forward on instinct, burying himself deeper.
Mickey arched his back off the mattress, a high, cracked sound tearing from his throat. “Marcus…” he gasped, his nails raking down Katt’s back. “Fuck him into me… and don’t… stop.”
Marcus moved. Each thrust shoved Katt forward and deeper into Mickey, the force of it compounding—Katt’s cock grinding against Mickey’s walls every time Marcus’s hips smacked his ass, the thick drag of Marcus’s cock across his prostate syncing with the wet clench of Mickey around him until the pleasure stopped being two things and became one continuous, building pressure.
Katt dropped his open mouth to Mickey’s throat, tasting sweat, feeling his pulse hammering there as he started to fuck back—meeting Marcus, driving into Mickey, the rhythm finding itself without thought.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck…” Katt gasped hard against Mickey’s scalding flesh. “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum… fuck… fuck…”
Marcus’s chest was flush against his back, sweat-slicked and scorching, each thrust driving Katt forward into Mickey’s clenching heat, Marcus’s cock punching deep, dragging back, punching deeper—relentless, merciless, the thick stretch of him splitting Katt open in a way that made his eyes roll, and his mouth fall slack.
The wet, filthy sound of it filled the studio—skin on skin, slick and uninhibited—and Katt’s hole clenched greedily around him, desperate to keep him buried there.
“Cum for us,” Marcus panted against the nape of his neck. “We want you to cum first.” Marcus shoved in harder, grinding the spot, and Katt bit back a scream.
“Huh-uuhh-huuuh-huuh!” Katt’s hips snapped forward, driving his cock to the hilt inside Mickey’s clenching heat, his thighs trembling as the first pulse of cum tore through him.
“Fuck—Fuck—” His voice broke into a raw, guttural cry, his spine arching as his cock jerked violently, spilling thick ropes of cum deep into Mickey’s ass.
The heat of it, the wet, clinging grip of Mickey’s walls sucking him—it sent shockwaves through his body, his muscles locking, his breath hitching in his throat as he emptied himself inside him, filling him until it dripped from where they were joined.
Mickey’s back arched more sharply, his nails digging into Katt’s shoulders as his own orgasm ripped through him.
His cock jerked between them, splattering thick, pearly strands across Katt’s stomach, his own, their chests—hot and slick, the scent of it sharp in the air.
His hole fluttered wildly around Katt’s cock, milking him for every last drop.
“Uh-uh-uuuhhh!!” Marcus’s rhythm stuttered, his fingers digging bruises into Katt’s hips as he bottomed out one final time, burying himself to the root.
Katt felt the thick swell of the boy’s cock inside him, the heat of his release flooding his ass, filling him until it dripped down his thighs.
The sensation was overwhelming—Mickey’s cum cooling on his skin, Marcus’s cock twitching inside him, his own cock still buried in Mickey’s tight, cum-slicked heat.
Katt’s body shuddered, his hips jerking forward in short, erratic thrusts as the last of his orgasm wrung itself out of him.
Marcus rode him through it, his breath hot against Katt’s neck, his cock still buried deep.
Katt rocked forward one last time, grinding his hips against Mickey’s, his spent cock slipping free with a slick, wet sound.
Marcus’s release dripped down his thighs, thick and warm, as he collapsed forward, his chest pressing Katt into Mickey’s trembling body.
Mickey’s thighs trembled around Katt’s waist, his fingers clawing at Katt’s back, his breath coming in ragged gasps against his shoulder.
The three of them went down together, a slow collapse of tangled limbs and sweat-damp skin.
Katt ended up on his back, one of the twins breathing hard against each shoulder, their combined heat pressing in from both sides.
The ceiling swam above him. He could feel his pulse in places he hadn’t known could pulse.
He turned his head, his lips dragging through damp hair—Marcus, by the smell of him—and let his eyes drift, unfocused, across the soft wreckage of the bed, past the cameras and crew, until something snagged them.
Samson.
The big man gazed at the three of them, a mix of affection and heat in his eyes.
Though his body was drained of strength and fluids, Katt wanted the man—wanted to experience what only Samson could provide.
The man came to the bed, wrapped in the soft white robe with nothing underneath. His immense erection was more than the garment could conceal, and protruded through the slit in the robe, bobbing hypnotically with each step he took.
When he drew near, Marcus moved to the other side of Katt with Mickey, and Samson lay in his spot, on his side, his elbow propping him up as he looked down at Katt.
“You were wonderful.” He stroked Katt’s cheek and the line of his jaw, his eyes darting to the twins. “All three of you.” He leaned forward and kissed Marcus and Mickey. “You boys took great care of him. I’m proud of you.”
His praise delighted the boys, as Katt suspected it always did whenever Samson complimented them. They clearly adored the big man.
Samson traced his thumb along Katt’s lower lip—slowly, deliberately, as though memorizing the shape of it—then lowered his mouth to his, the kiss beginning soft before deepening into something that pulled a low sound from Katt’s chest and sent heat pooling back into places he’d thought wrung dry.
“Rest,” Samson breathed against his lips.
“Catch your breath.” His broad hand slid down Katt’s stomach, unhurried, and wrapped around his shaft with a loose, easy grip, stroking in long, patient pulls until the flesh began to thicken and fill in his fist. “And then…” He pressed his lips to the corner of Katt’s jaw, his breath warm there. “…it’s our turn.”
Gideon considered informing Katt that he had a visitor, but watching the young man lying there between Samson and the twins in pure bliss, experiencing something he hadn’t known he needed…
Gideon kept the information to himself. He refused to ruin this moment for Katt, and the boy knowing about his visitor might very well do just that.
The visitor could wait.
Katt and the twins took a leisurely shower together, washing each other with a thoroughness that revived their erections. Katt suspected that Marcus and Mickey were preparing him for Samson, getting his blood flowing again to all the right places. It was working.
With as much as he desired Samson, Katt remained nervous about that moment of truth when the man actually impaled him. His anxiety must have shown through, because the twins began to reassure him that Samson was a gentle giant and would take care with him and not hurt him.
Katt believed Samson wouldn’t intentionally hurt him, but considering his size, how could there be no pain? Even with the twins, there had been some slight pain at first, though not much. But Samson… he was a whole other ball player in a league of his own.
“Did it hurt?” Katt asked with some trepidation. “The first time with Samson?”
“Some,” Marcus said, then smiled. “But not all pain is bad.” He and Mickey pressed their wet, aroused bodies against Katt. “Sometimes… a little pain makes it better.”
“It’s true,” Mickey cooed. “It can make sex more intense and stimulating, more…” he squinted at Marcus. “… fun.”
Marcus wrapped his hand around Katt’s erection and slowly pulled his fist along the length.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, his lips grazing Katt’s throat.
“Samson will ruin you in the best way. If you feel some pain, don’t fight it—surrender to it, let it take you over…
and it will be the most exquisite, erotic experience of your life. ”
“Just relax,” Samson murmured as he peeled off his robe.
Katt’s focus immediately locked on the thick, veined column of Samson’s cock, impossibly larger than before.
The shaft pulsed with a life of its own, the bluish veins bulging like thick cords beneath the taut, flushed skin, twisting up toward the engorged head—a swollen, glistening crown that wept a steady stream of translucent precum, pooling in the deep slit before dripping down the underside in slow, oozing trails.
The sheer weight of it made the shaft curve slightly downward, as if gravity itself struggled to contain it.
Relax. Katt almost laughed as he removed his robe with shaky hands and crawled onto the bed.
Samson guided him onto his back, then began a slow descent down Katt’s body—his lips and tongue mapping every ridge of muscle, every dip and curve, until Katt’s skin prickled with heat and his breath came in short, sharp gasps.
Samson lingered at his nipples, teasing them with his teeth until they hardened into aching peaks, then soothed the sting with slow, wet licks.
His hands roamed lower, palms rough against the inside of Katt’s thighs, spreading them wider as he settled between them.
The first swipe of Samson’s tongue over his balls sent a jolt through Katt’s body, his hips jerking off the bed.
Samson hummed in approval, the vibration skittering up Katt’s spine as he took one heavy sack into his mouth, rolling it gently before switching to the other.
By the time Samson’s lips sealed around the head of his cock, Katt was already trembling, his fingers tangling in the man’s thick hair as he arched into the wet heat of his mouth.
Samson took him deep, the back of his throat fluttering around the sensitive tip, his tongue swirling along the underside in slow, deliberate strokes.
Katt’s breath hitched when Samson’s teeth grazed him—just enough pressure to send a spark of pain lancing through the pleasure, his hips bucking wildly as he fought the urge to cum.
Katt came undone when Samson took him in to the root until his nose pressed into the soft skin at the base of his cock, the tight clench of his throat locking around the head of his cock as two thick fingers drove into him and curled.
“Uh—” His hips lurched off the bed, spine bowing hard, shoulder blades grinding into the pillows.
“Oh fuck— fuck—” He fucked back against the fingers as Samson held him deep, throat working in slow, rhythmic pulses around his shaft without pulling back an inch.
When Samson scissored his fingers and ground them directly into his prostate, Katt’s vision whited out.
Samson pulled off with a slick sound just as Katt broke, and the first rope of cum arced up and struck his collarbone, the second and third striping thick and hot across his chest and stomach, pooling in the divots between his abs.
Samson kept his fingers buried and grinding, wringing every last contraction from him, the heel of his palm pressed firm against Katt’s taint as cum continued to pulse weakly from the flushed, oversensitive head.
“Fuu—huuh—” The sounds broke apart in Katt’s throat, barely words, his whole body seizing in long, shuddering waves, spine curved so tightly his shoulder blades and heels were the only things touching the mattress.
His cock pulsed against his stomach with each contraction, the last thin ropes of cum running down his side and cooling against his ribs.
Samson eased his fingers free, and the tension went out of Katt all at once—his hips dropping, his arched back flattening, limbs going loose and heavy.
He lay there with his mouth open, pulling in air in slow, unsteady drags, the flush that had climbed up from his chest now reaching the tips of his ears, sweat gathered in the hollow of his throat and tracking down his temple into his hair.