Chapter 3 #3
My whole body seizes. The orgasm takes me apart from the inside out, rolling through in waves, while my hole clenches around Kieran and I sob around Nick’s cock and my hips stutter uselessly in the air.
Wet heat spreads across the sheet beneath me.
My fingers are white against the bedding as I convulse between them, a choked sob echoing through the room, my cock painting the sheets in my cum.
“Oh fuck, the little whore just came from this.”
They don’t stop.
Of course they don’t stop. I’m still clenching around Kieran’s cock, still swallowing around Nick’s, and they just keep going, keep using me through my orgasm and out the other side, and the sensitivity that should be too much becomes a different register of the same overwhelming pleasure.
I’m past the point of anything except yes and more and please.
I sob as an aftershock racks through me, almost as intense as the orgasm.
“There you go,” Kieran says. His hands pull my hips back hard, seating himself fully until he’s everywhere at once. “That’s a good boy. Take it like a good little fuckhole.”
The words break something open in my chest. My eyes sting.
He goes rigid. His hips stutter, his grip locks, and he comes deep inside me with a groan that sounds like it’s been dragged up from his feet.
The irreversible warmth of him finishing inside me makes me clench again, pulling him through it, milking him dry because I want all of it.
I want to feel this for days. I want to keep it.
Nick eases back from my mouth with a rough exhale, his cock sliding over my lips.
Before I’ve processed the absence, his hands are on my shoulders, pressing me flat onto my stomach with easy, unhurried strength.
My cheek hits the pillow. Kieran pulls out, and his cum, slick and warm, coats the inside of my thighs.
Nick settles between my legs, his cock nudging against my hole, and this is the one that makes me whimper.
He’s thicker than Kieran. I felt it in my mouth and now I feel it here, the initial press of him opening me wider than I’ve been, the slow relentless push as he works himself in.
Kieran’s cum eases it. My body stretches again, past where I thought it could, and Nick makes a broken sound against the back of my neck and pushes home.
I sob into the pillow.
“Okay?” His voice is in my ear, tight with the effort of holding still.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I manage. “Oh fuck.”
“Of course not, little slut.”
“Fuck.” His forehead drops between my shoulder blades and he just breathes for a second. “Chase. I’ve never done this without a condom.”
“Never?”
“Never. Not once.” His hips shift, barely, like he can’t help it. “I didn’t know it felt like this. There’s nothing between us at all. I can feel every fucking thing.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me,” I say.
It hurts a little but I don’t fucking care, I brace my hands on the mattress and slam back against him, chasing the fullness, the stretch.
He fucks me rough, the way my body is already begging for, deep rolling thrusts that push me up the mattress until I have to brace my palms against the headboard.
His weight is enormous and warm and everywhere, his chest flat against my back, his hips snapping forward with a precision that makes the whole bed shake.
He’s making sounds I’ve never heard from him, low and guttural, punched out of his chest on every thrust.
The pressure starts building again, and I meet him thrust for thrust, and suddenly Kieran’s hand is on my overstimulated cock, and it’s all too much but I need it more than I can explain.
“Fucking slut hole is milking me,” Nick groans, drilling in deep. “Oh fuck, keep stroking his cock like that, he’s fucking losing it.”
I scream, grinding back on him as another orgasm, deeper, makes my whole body convulse.
The mess inside me, the slick obscene fullness of being used twice in the same hole, the drag of Nick’s cock finding every tender place.
It should be too much. It is too much. I take it anyway, arching back into him, my ass working against his hips because I want to meet him, want to earn every thrust.
He comes hard, shuddering, his hips locked against mine, his forehead dropped to my shoulder. The second rush of warmth floods through me and I clench around him and close my eyes.
We stay like that for a long moment, his weight on my back, Kieran sprawled beside us with his hand still wrapped around my spent, sensitive cock. Outside, the ocean goes on, steady and indifferent.
Nick rolls off me. I don’t move. My hole is wrecked and wet and full, my cock soft and spent against the sheet, my whole body wrung out and aching in the best possible way. Kieran groans and reaches for a bottle of water from the nightstand and makes me drink.
“Where’d that come from?”
“I brought it up with me. I like to stay hydrated.” He tips the bottle against my mouth again and waits until I swallow. “And I like to plan ahead.”
“You planned ahead for this?”
“I planned ahead for a beach week with my girlfriend.” One corner of his mouth goes up. “The water’s just working overtime.”
Nick pulls the sheet up over the three of us, then reaches up and turns the lamp off.
I’m asleep before I can think a single other thing.