Chapter Thirty-Nine #2
He was in so much trouble when he was ready to bust a nut already, and they hadn’t touched him.
He finished stripping and climbed onto the bed, lifting a knee over Rue’s thighs to settle it on the bed, facing the other way.
Not waiting for Monty, he came forward, resting his hands at the sides of Rue’s calves, getting on to all fours and receiving a mutter of approval from behind him.
The mattress dipped as Monty climbed up next to him, and he felt the heat of both men's stares on his backside. A first for him to have this much attention on his ass.
He braced his arms and clenched at the first touch of a slim, slicked finger swiping over his taint and moving so slow.
“So beautiful. Look how it twitches, Rue.”
His head hung down between his shoulders, and he released a shaky moan at the knowledge they were going to fucking torment him first. Rue cupped his balls and cinched them.
“We wouldn’t want you coming too soon.”
Rue’s rumbled words were their own tease. Then he got in on the action. A thicker digit dueled with the slim one, spreading the slick over his sensitive flesh. It was maddening, the exploring. The teasing. He fucking loved it.
Two fingertips explored and moved in tiny circles until the lube warmed before the tip of a finger pushed in past the tight rim of muscle, making his belly quiver. Their touches created a shower of pleasurable sparks to run deep inside his clenching hole.
“Push out.” Monty’s request was barely audible.
Kendrick breathed in the scent of their arousal, and his own, then pushed out.
As soon as he did, a second finger pushed in.
The burn, though expected, punched the air from his lungs when paired with the urgency to come.
One touch to his dick and he’d be done for, despite Rue making his balls ache with his hold.
“Gimme a sec,” he huffed, sucking in a breath, eyes closing to focus on anything but the need to come.
Except that didn’t work when it left him feeling everything when neither man moved their fingers. Instead, they used their other hands to slide fingertips around the stretched rim, pushing just enough to make him aware of what was to come.
Hot breath touched the slick skin before Monty said seductively, “So slick. Your skin feels like satin. Let’s see if it feels that way against my tongue.”
Kendrick grunted, straining to hold back the desire to hump the bed at the tongue lapping at fingers and hole. Monty’s moans of delight vibrated inside Kendrick’s ass causing the muscles to ripple, adding to the violent urges decimating him. The man was a menace.
“A-arghh,” he cried out as the tongue slid in between the fingers inside his ass, increasing the burn, which was morphing into a carnal need.
The kind Kendrick had never achieved with anyone else.
Mind blown, he shook and begged, “Hurry the fuck up! Someone get their dick in me,” he ground out between aching teeth that clenched and unclenched.
“You’re not in charge tonight,”—Monty jabbed his tongue deep, the fingers moving in the opposite direction, then the tongue reversed and the fingers sank back in—“I am.”
In—out—tongue jab—in—out—tongue jab. It was maddening.
It was nothing like he’d expected. It was everything he didn’t know he was missing.
They were taking him to a place he’d never visited, a place where the need to have a cock in his ass consumed him.
Left him no place to hide the wanton passion to be fucked just like Monty promised.
“Fuck me like you promised.” His demand, rough with desire, did fuck all to get what he wanted. His hips rolled, his arms and legs shook in their attempt to hold him up and get what he wanted. More. Deeper. More. Deeper.
He was unsure if the chant was in his head or he was voicing it, everything narrowed down to the clawing need.
His cock swung through the air, its warmth teasing the wet head leaking pre-come.
Rue continued to cinch his balls to stop him coming when two fingers became four.
Monty’s mouth was unrelenting in taking him apart.
His ass was dripping with spit and lube, he felt it run over his balls. Lewd noises came from behind him as Monty slurped and sucked like he was at a damn ass eating competition.
Rue’s growl lifted the hairs on Kendrick’s body. “He’s ready. I’m fucking ready. Monty, get your cock ready.”
At last!
Only Monty didn’t immediately stop. No, the little shit wiggled his tongue in deep and pushed the fingers against Kendrick’s prostate, causing an earthquake of want to erupt through him and bring with it the inclination to scream in frustration when his balls felt they were going to explode, despite Rue’s effort to stop him coming.
“Now… now… fuck me… now.”
As if they’d heard how close he was to breaking, fingers and tongue disappeared, leaving him mewling at how empty he suddenly felt. He had no time to complain when Rue manhandled him until the broad head of his cock slid over his hole.
He whimpered in pathetic relief when Rue grunted out, “Fuck, you have no idea how much I want to pound into your ass when it looks so fucking perfect sat over my cock. Your hole, all slick and slightly open, ready for us.”
The fuckers were out for revenge when Rue’s observations added fuel to the raging fire burning him whole. Sweat coated his skin from using all his strength to impale himself on Rue’s cock. His punishing grip was welcome when it gave him something else to focus on.
“M-motherfucker,” Rue snarled, the air punched once more from Kendrick’s lungs when Rue ground into him.
He didn’t care his ass was on fire, not when the satisfaction at getting what he wanted overrode common sense.
He placed his hands over Rue’s and used the strength in his thighs to lift up, fighting against Rue’s tight grip to slam back down.
“All my days! Look how much you want it. Want to have Rue buried in your ass. Is it everything you imagined? That thick cock splitting your ass open? Giving you the perfect dicking of your life?”
Monty’s eyes were fervent with desire, the words spilling from his lips painted visuals he didn’t need with how that same dick was indeed taking him apart.
Kendrick worked to drag in a deep breath to gain some semblance of control.
It was minimal, but enough to lay back against Rue’s heaving chest, the cock in his ass stroking against his prostate wanted to short circuit his brain.
The violent urge to come had him freeze, eyes widening.
Monty picking up the right cue. It was now, or Kendrick was going to lose his shit—cum before he’d gotten what they promised.
Monty grabbed Kendrick’s cock with both hands and squeezed until it was more purple than pink, but it staved off the imminent combustion.
He wouldn’t last a minute at this rate. Lowering but true.
They had him wound up tighter than a coiled spring.
His head a mess and his fucking dick had taken charge.
He licked his dry lips, exhaling noisily, nodding at Monty. “Okay, get your fucking cock inside me now!”
He stretched out his legs, moving them over the top of Rue’s, essentially pinning him to the bed with his weight.
Rue’s groin cupped Kendrick’s ass, shaft position not fully in with the new angle, but it opened Kendrick’s asshole for Monty, who couldn’t take his eyes off where he was joined with Rue.
About to demand he move, Monty grabbed the lube bottle off the cover and poured the contents over his cock.
It dripped everywhere as he chucked the bottle over his shoulder and rose to step over the limbs, placing his feet next to Rue’s hips.
His cock waved in Kendrick’s face before he slut dropped and rocked his slick ass over the head of Kendrick’s cock.
“Christ,” he wailed—whimpered—in distress. Violent shudders made his ass clench hold of the cock in it.
Rue, who was tracing his teeth up the side of Kendrick’s throat, growled, sending shivers through Kendrick at the animalist sound. Kendrick’s ass squeezed tighter, gaining several hissed curses, right as Monty lifted off Kendrick’s dripping cock to move and settle himself onto Kendrick’s thighs.
The lube made his skin slippery, overstimulating Kendrick to the point of madness.
He didn’t know if his lungs, cock and heart would ever function right again.
Monty reached between his spread thighs and angled the head of his cock under Kendrick’s, lifting his balls to push the head of his erection against the base of Rue’s dick.
“I’m not gonna last long,” Kendrick whistled through his teeth, sweat sliding down the back of his hairline. It was a miracle he’d held on this long.
“Me neither.” Rue sounded frantic.
“Then bear down and hold on for the quickest ride of your life.”
If he’d hoped that the stretch would take the edge off, he was wrong. Monty’s determination made it impossible to hold on to the moans of distress with how he wanted to come doing as directed.
Driving slowly inside, Monty didn’t stop until Kendrick felt so full he was sure he could taste dick at the back of his throat.
Rue’s grip would surely leave bruises. “W-why h-haven’t we done t-this before,” Rue stuttered, the body beneath Kendrick feeling like he was sitting on stone.
Then Monty’s thighs gripped around theirs, angling his bottom forward, his cock pushed Rue deeper, and Rue’s cry was cut off as he sank his teeth into Kendrick’s throat.
“Bite me,” Kendrick demanded, wheezing, looking at the man who he wanted as his forever, same as the man behind him.
Rue went wild, hips jerking erratically when Monty surged forward, nowhere near Kendrick’s neck, and bit him right above his heart. Monty’s hips pistoned crazily, doing exactly what he’d said he’d do. He fucking owned them.
They owned him. As his cognizance expanded, and his dick erupted, spraying cum everywhere, Kendrick found himself taken to another plane.
What. A. Fucking. Ride.