Chapter 12
From this angle, lying back on the table like an offering, I get the full view of Wade’s cock.
A thick vein runs along the underside, pulsing with his heartbeat.
The head is a deep purple, flared and slick.
He clearly doesn’t shave down there; his flannel hangs open, and the wiry bush at the base grows wild, crawling all the way up to his navel.
Three years, he said. Maybe longer. Three years since that cock has been inside another body. Three years of nothing but his own hand and a bottle of lube. And right now it’s aimed straight at my sloppy hole. I feel strangely honored.
The guys stand in a half-circle around the table, tense, captivated by the sight of their boss about to claim what’s left of me. Their cocks are wet and shining from being inside me.
“So,” Wade says, looking down at my stretched hole. “My boys did a real number on you.”
“Very thorough, sir,” I manage, breath catching as the fat head of his cock nudges against my entrance. It feels so warm. So big.
“Before I do this,” he says, pressing forward just a fraction, not pushing in, just letting me feel the pressure, “I need to hear you say it. You want this? Right here. In front of everyone.”
“I’m all yours, sir.”
“That’s what I thought.” He pushes forward, his cock catching on my rim, making me gasp. “Can’t get enough, can you? Needed all of them. But you need this most of all. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I sob.
“Look at your crew, Justin. Look at them. You’ve been driving them crazy. Teasin’ them. Breaking every rule I got. And look at ‘em now. Can’t keep their hands off themselves.”
I look at each of them. Flynn is grinning like a wolf. Malik gives me a quick wink. Sam looks like he’s forgotten how to breathe. Rex runs a hand over his buzzed head and grips himself again, hard.
“Anything to say to them, Justin?” Wade presses, that thick head popping past my rim with a burn that makes my eyes roll back. I let out a strangled cry. He’s barely in, and I already feel like I’m being split open.
“Thank you,” I pant, looking at their faces. “Thank you. All of you.”
Wade chuckles, low and dirty. “Now you’re just bein’ polite. But I’ll take it.” He grips my thighs. “Enough talkin’.”
He pushes in.
One long, slow, unstoppable slide.
My hands fly to the edges of the table as he bottoms out. A flash of pain, a deep, overwhelming stretch as my body fights to take him. He’s thicker than any of them. Harder. I feel it in my guts, in my lungs. I can’t breathe.
“God damn,” Flynn whispers.
Wade holds himself there, buried to the hilt, and looks down at me. My cock, trapped between our bodies, throbs and weeps against my stomach.
“Too much for you, boy?” he grunts.
I shake my head, unable to form words, my whole body trembling.
“Good.” He pulls back, almost all the way out, and slams back in. The table groans. The guys whistle. I scream. There’s no other word for it. A raw, ragged sound ripped from my throat as the head of his cock punches my prostate. My vision whites out.
Then he’s off. No easing into it. No time to adjust to the thickness of him.
The hardness. He fucks me with deep, brutal strokes, using my thighs for leverage, pulling me onto his cock with every thrust. He’s staking a claim.
Marking me. Making sure everyone in this room, including me, knows exactly who runs this place.
I’m a ragdoll. Can’t do anything but take it. My body is limp, head lolling back, mouth open as he pounds into me. My brain is melted. There’s only the feeling of that massive cock splitting me open, again and again. The stretch. The burn. The pressure that’s just on the right side of pain.
That’s Wade right there. That’s fucking Wade plundering my ass on his own kitchen table in front of everyone. A line I never imagined crossing. A man I thought I could only ever look up to, respect, obey. Untouchable.
But here he is, inside me. Nailing me into the wood. His crew standing around watching.
And I am so fucking here for it.
I never thought being this shameless, this utterly uninhibited, could feel so powerful.
Putting on that apron, draping myself over the dinner table as dessert.
It was a gamble. A huge one. But looking up at the man who’s currently rearranging my insides, seeing the four men I’ve gotten to know over these past weeks, who’ve all been inside me, stroking themselves to the sight of their boss claiming me, it paid off. More than I ever could have imagined.
I catch Flynn’s eye. He gives me a grin, stroking himself in time with Wade’s thrusts. He’s the one who got me out of my shell. Who taught me it was okay to want this. Okay to take it. I wink at him. Or try to. Hard to pull off a wink when your body is being jackhammered into a piece of furniture.
Wade’s heavy balls smack against my ass, my back sliding on the slick wood. The whole table is creaking and wobbling, the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies filling the kitchen, mixing with grunts and heavy breathing. I’m a mess. Hair stuck to my forehead with sweat, chest heaving, skin on fire.
“How’s that feel, Justin?” Wade grunts, mustache damp with sweat. “Gettin’ what you asked for?”
“Fuck. Yes. Sir.” Each word punched out of me with a thrust. I try to push back, to meet him, but he’s too strong. He’s got me pinned, folded in half, using my body however he wants.
“Save some for the rest of us, boss,” Malik calls out, laughing.
“Not a chance,” Wade growls, picking up the pace. “Haven’t been inside something this tight in a dog’s age. I ain’t done yet.”
And he means it. He fucks me relentlessly, that same punishing pace, never letting up. I lose track of time. Could be minutes. Could be hours. All I know is the cock inside me, the grunts and cheers, the wet sounds, the sting of my back being rubbed raw against the table. Wade’s stamina is no joke.
I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. My cock is ready to burst, the pressure in my balls unbearable. My whole body is wound so tight I’m about to snap.
Right when I think I can’t take another second, my open mouth is filled with cock.
No clue whose. Doesn’t matter. I wrap my lips around it and suck it deep, a welcome distraction from Wade wrecking me from the other end.
The head bumps the back of my throat. I taste sweat and precum.
I look up. Rex. Silent, stoic Rex, with a look on his face I’ve never seen before.
Raw, desperate need. Both hands tangled in my hair, holding my head still as he starts to fuck my face with that same ruthless precision from before.
My whole world narrows to these two points. The slap of Wade’s hips against my ass, the push of Rex’s cock against the back of my throat. Two pistons working in rough tandem. I’m nothing but the thing between them. A conduit. A set of holes to be filled. I’ve never felt so useful.
I hear things being said around me, but I can’t tell who’s saying what anymore.
“Fuck, look at him. Taking it from both ends.”
“Wish we had another hole to fill.”
“Boss is showing us how it’s done.”
“I’m about to blow just watching this.”
I’m drooling around Rex’s cock, strings of saliva running down my chin.
My eyes are watering. Wade’s grip on my thighs is so tight I know I’ll have bruises shaped like his hands tomorrow.
I’m so full. So used. I float somewhere above it all, watching this scene unfold, a stranger in my own body, a hole being plundered, a mouth being fucked. It’s the purest form of freedom.
I don’t know the exact order of what happens next. I only know it’s a chain reaction.
Rex’s hips stutter and he shoves deep, his cock pulsing against my tongue. Hot, thick ropes hit the back of my throat, and I swallow hard, swallow again, choking on the volume of it. It leaks from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin onto my neck.
Wade’s rhythm breaks. His hips snap forward hard, once, twice, and he buries himself to the root and holds.
It’s the first time I hear him raise his voice, a guttural shout that’s half curse, half prayer, as he floods me.
I feel every pulse of his cock, the sudden liquid heat filling me, overflowing, leaking out around him as he keeps pumping, dripping onto the table, onto the floor.
The sight of it must be too much for the others.
A series of groans, and then warm, wet streaks across my chest, my stomach, my face.
Flynn, Malik, Sam, all of them spilling onto me, painting me white.
It pools in the hollow of my throat, lands on my trembling thighs, on my ass where Wade is still buried deep.
And through it all, I feel myself tipping. The tension finally, finally snaps. Without a hand on me, I’m coming. A long, endless shudder racks my body, my untouched cock spurting, hot pulses landing on my stomach, mixing with the mess they’re making of me.
Warmth everywhere, all at once. Rex in my throat, Wade in my ass, the rest of them across my skin. A downpour. I drink it down, feel it fill me, let it coat every inch of me. All of us connected in one single, filthy, glorious moment.
Then it’s over.
Rex pulls out, and I gasp for air, coughing, a string of cum and spit connecting my lips to the head of his cock before it breaks.
Wade is still inside me, softening. He leans over me, bracing a hand on the table, my leg pinned against his chest, and stays there for a long moment before he finally pulls out with a wet sigh.
His cum follows, a warm trickle down my crack, joining the puddle of sweat and lube already pooling on the table.
I can’t move. I just lie there, boneless, shaking, covered in all of them. Head to toe. Cum in my hair, on my eyelashes. I taste it in my mouth, feel it dripping out of me. Every inch of my skin is sticky and wet. The kitchen reeks of sex and sweat and musk.
It’s the best goddamn smell in the world.
When I finally manage to peel my eyes open, they’re all staring at the wreck they’ve made of me. Breathing hard, cocks softening, bodies spent. Malik is leaning against the counter. Flynn and Sam are bent forward, staring at the cum leaking out of my ass. Rex is collapsed in a chair.
Wade tucks himself back into his jeans, zips up, and runs a hand through his damp hair.
“Well,” he says, calm as ever, like he hasn’t just roared and emptied himself inside me in front of his whole crew. “Best dessert I’ve had in years.”
“Thank you, sir,” I manage to croak, throat raw. “So I’m allowed to cook again?”
The biggest smile I’ve ever seen on Wade spreads across his face. It transforms him. The crinkles at the corners of his brown eyes deepen, and he doesn’t look like a stern ranch boss anymore. He looks like a man who just got exactly what he needed.
“I’d say you’re on kitchen duty once a week. Can’t have too much of a good thing.” He looks down at the mess. “Now, someone clean my damn table.”