Chapter 3 #2
I push back hard against his fingers, taking them deep. “Stop fucking fingering me and put your dick in me now.”
He chuckles softly. “Demanding, aren’t we?” He shifts to kneel between my legs.
The head of his cock catches against my hole and the breath punches out of me. I know that once I let him fuck me, I’ll never be the same. I’ll need this. This will be my new obsession, being stuffed full of cock and used for a man’s pleasure.
Or maybe it already is.
He pushes forward and I can feel my muscles stretch. My body opens around him whether my brain is ready or not. It burns in a way that makes my thighs shake, and I dig my fingers into the sheet and breathe through it, whimpering at the burn.
“Do you want me to go slower?” Kieran asks.
I slam my hips back, desperate to force him in deeper. I don’t care if it hurts, I just need it, and soon the burn turns over into something else, into the fullest I have ever felt in my life.
There’s a cock inside me. A huge, thick, gorgeous pierced cock.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking responsive. Your body was made to be fucked, wasn’t it?”
The Prince Albert drags against my inner walls as he presses deeper, a different texture entirely, a hard ridge that catches on a spot I didn’t know I had and lights it up. The sound I make is guttural, closer to an animal than a person, and I sob into the pillow.
Kieran holds still. Both hands firm on my hips as I squirm and fight him and try to fuck myself on him. “Shh, just let your body adjust, then I’ll fuck you how you need.”
“I don’t want to adjust,” I whine.
He laughs, gruff and teasing. “Mm, that’s how much of a whore you are? Don’t want me to be careful with you?”
“Please. Just fuck me.”
He doesn’t. He holds me in place while my body adjusts to being split open by his cock.
I can feel my own heartbeat in my ass. His thumb rubs a slow circle against my hip bone, and I try to move again, sobbing with my need for friction, and I realize he’s enjoying this.
Enjoying holding me pinned on his cock and watching me struggle to get fucked.
“Kieran,” I whisper. “Please.”
He moves, barely, just a slow, teasing roll of his hips, and the piercing drags forward and back against a spot deep inside me, my prostate, maybe.
I don’t fucking know. His cock is filling me so completely I can feel it in my teeth.
He rolls again, deeper this time, and the stretch and the friction and the metal and the heat all collapse together into something that goes up through my chest and doesn’t leave.
The words come out of me without permission.
“I’m so fucking gay.” The words feel honest, like exhaling.
Kieran stills. There’s a beat of silence, and then he laughs, his chest shaking against my back where he’s leaned over me. He presses his mouth to my shoulder blade and holds me there, impaled and trembling.
“You don’t have to figure that out right now,” he says against my skin. “This is just sex, and lots of men find pleasure in it without being gay.”
“I’m not figuring it out,” I say. “I figured it out. That’s what I’m telling you. I really like cock. I need it.” I try to push back against him, to get more, to get him moving again, and his hands hold me in place with infuriating ease.
“I can tell, little slut.”
“Kieran. Please. Move. Fuck me like you’d fuck a little gay slut who can’t get enough cock.”
“Mm, is that you?”
“I think so. I think I’m a slut, and maybe I’m obsessed with this, can I already be obsessed with this? An addict. Do people get addicted to cock?”
“Sweetheart, stop trying to figure out what’s happening, and just feel.”
He plants a hand on my hip and pulls back, then drives in deep.
All the careful rolling is gone, and the sound I make is somewhere between a sob and a moan and my whole body lights up from the inside.
His cock drives against that spot again, the piercing making it obscene, and my cock hangs heavy and untouched beneath me, leaking steadily onto the sheet.
And I close my eyes and obey him, focusing on the sensation, on the pleasure of having this man inside me, and nothing else.
“There it is,” Kieran murmurs, and sets a rhythm.
I’m trying to fuck back onto him, desperate and graceless, and sobbing into the pillow, actually crying a little, because it’s so good. “Oh god, I’m so fucking gay,” I say again, and then again, like saying it out loud will make it more real.
“Mm, maybe you are. A little gay little slut.”
The door opens.
“Kieran, what the fuck happened to Lilah? She’s downstairs absolutely losing her—”
Nick stops.
I don’t have to look to know it’s him. I press my face back into the pillow as Kieran freezes, buried in me and gone still. For fuck’s sake, just when I got him to move. I fight it, trying to fuck myself on him, and he reaches out and pins my shoulders, holding me where I am.
“Settle down for one minute, slut, we need to talk to your friend,” Kieran growls, holding me in a way that says he clearly doesn’t know how much I need it. I press my hands into the mattress and slam back as hard as I can, both of us groaning together.
“Okay. I guess I know why she’s pissed,” Nick says.
“Nick.” My voice is raw. “I was just thinking about sucking your cock.”
“Chase,” Kieran says, slapping my ass. “You’re making it awkward.”
How much more awkward could it get? “He said he’s mostly straight. Mostly.”
Nick still hasn’t moved.
“I mean, if your cock ended up in my mouth, I would not be upset about that. At all. I really want to be filled up, and just one cock isn’t doing it, I don’t think.”
Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have said that out loud. But then Nick is moving and his pajama pants hit the floor, and the mattress dips under his knee.
His hands find my hair, both of them, fingers locking in and gripping. I look up at his face, and then his cock, thick and already leaking, presses against my lips.
I don’t open right away. I hold there a second, his cock warm against my lips, and something in my chest goes very still.
“Hey.” Nick’s thumb strokes my temple, gentle, completely at odds with the grip of his other hand. “Don’t worry. I get tested, every few months, like clockwork. You’re safe with me.”
A laugh gets out of me and puffs against his skin and makes him twitch. “I know I’m safe with you, dumbass. That’s not what the pause was about.”
“No?”
“I’m about to suck my best friend’s cock. Give me one second to appreciate that.”
“You’ve got one second,” Nick says, and his voice has gone rough.
I open.
Nick fills my mouth the way Kieran fills my ass, too much and too fast to think about. My jaw stretches wide, his cock pushing to the back of my throat before I’ve done anything but open. I gag and swallow around him, and he makes a sound above me that I want to hear for the rest of my life.
Then Kieran moves.
Both of them, both at once, and my mind goes fuzzy and the racing thoughts disappear.
The stretch in my ass and the stretch in my jaw and the fullness everywhere.
There’s no room for anything else. No room for Lilah, no room for humiliation, no room for the question of who I’m supposed to be.
There’s just this: Nick’s cock silky and thick on my tongue, tasting clean and warm and faintly salty where he’s already leaking, and Kieran’s cock driving into me from behind with that maddening piercing dragging against my walls on every thrust. Four large hands on my body.
One set on my hips, holding me exactly where he wants me.
One set in my hair, setting the pace of my head, telling me how deep and how fast.
“That’s it,” Kieran says. “Take it. Fuck, look at you. Finally satisfied?”
Not until I have their cum. I suck harder on Nick, moaning.
“Your mouth is insane,” Nick says above me. “Jesus, Chase.”
I can’t answer. My mouth is full. I suck him harder, taking what I can, and his fingers tighten in my hair. He groans.
I didn’t know. That’s the thing I keep returning to, even now, even with both of them using me.
I didn’t know sex could work like this. Didn’t know that I could be full and taken and used and that it would feel this good.
They’re not holding anything back, they’re taking what they want from my body like I’m here specifically for this, and I grab Nick’s hips and pull him closer, trying to force him deeper, to sate a hunger I didn’t know I could feel.
“Fuck, he’s such a fucking slut,” Kieran growls. “Gonna fuck this needy cum dumpster.”
“Fuck yeah,” Nick agrees, moaning as his hands tighten in my hair.
“Not even gonna let him leave this bed. He can lie here all week and take load after load.” I’m not in control anymore, he’s holding my head and thrusting into my mouth, meeting Kieran’s pace, and I love it, moaning and swirling my tongue as best I can, hoping it makes him feel good. Hoping it makes him cum.
Kieran angles his hips and drives against that spot, the one I didn’t know existed three hours ago, and my cock hangs untouched beneath me, dripping a slow strand onto the sheets.
The pressure builds from everywhere at once: the drag of Kieran’s piercing, the weight of Nick in my throat, the rough grip of their hands, their voices.
I give in, eyes rolling back as they hold me limp between them, gentleness and care overtaken by need.
And the room fills with the rough, rhythmic slap of Kieran’s hips against my ass, and my muffled moans around Nick’s cock, and their dirty words telling me just how good I am at taking it.
One last drag of the piercing against my prostate and it crests without warning.