Chapter 4 #3
“Don’t make it last,” I sob. “I need it now, I need you to cum in me right now, please—”
Kieran takes Nick's place, his body warm behind me, his cock hard against my ass. “He’s not going to cum in you yet,” Kieran says, and his voice is so calm, so fucking controlled, that it makes me want to scream. “He’s going to wait. And so are you. Because both of you are good boys.”
“Please.” The word comes out wet, broken. “Please, Kieran, please, I can’t—”
Kieran’s cock slides into me without warning, cutting off my begging.
The stretch is immediate, his thick length splitting me open again, and I cry out, not sure if it’s relief or agony, as he bottoms out in one smooth stroke. His piercing drags against my walls and my vision whites out for a second.
“That’s it.” He grips my hips, pulling me back onto him. “Take it. You don’t get to decide when you get filled. You take what we give you.”
He fucks me slow and deliberate, every thrust deep and grinding, his cock dragging against that spot with the precision of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing.
The pace is maddening, slow enough to keep me right there and never past it.
He’s teasing me, working me open, keeping me on the edge without letting me fall.
“Kieran,” I say. “Kieran, please, I need you to cum, I need it so bad, please—”
“Not yet.” His voice is rough but steady. His hand slides up my spine to grip the back of my neck, pressing me flat against the counter. “You’re going to take Nick again first. So you can understand exactly what you are. A slut who lives to be bred.”
He pulls out.
The emptiness is worse this time. I’m wetter, looser, and the void where his cock was feels enormous. My hole clenches and releases, and I’m making sounds I’ve never made before, high, keening whines that echo off the kitchen walls.
Nick doesn’t make me wait this time. He grabs my hips, fingers digging into the bruises Kieran already left, and he pushes into me in one brutal stroke that drives the air from my lungs, his cock splitting me open as he bottoms out hard enough that my chest slams against the counter.
“Fuck,” Nick grunts, and his hips start moving before I’ve caught my breath.
This is different from before. The control he was fighting for last time is slipping, or maybe he’s stopped fighting it.
His thrusts are quick, rough, his hips snapping forward with a desperation that wasn’t there the first time.
The wet slap of skin fills the kitchen, echoing off the marble and the cabinets, and every thrust pushes me up the counter an inch.
My cock drags against the cold stone, leaking a slick trail, and the friction is sharp and not enough.
“Nick—Nick, please—”
“Shut up,” he says, and his voice cracks on it. “Shut up, I’m trying to—fuck, you feel so good.”
His rhythm falters, his hips stuttering, then surging forward harder, and I can feel the battle in his body, the way he’s trying to hold back and losing. His cock swells inside me, thickening, and the pulse of him getting close makes my hole clench greedily.
“Don’t stop,” I say. “Please don’t stop, Nick, you’re so close, I can feel it, please—”
Kieran’s hand appears between my legs.
His fingers wrap around my cock, slick with lube and my own pre-cum, and he strokes me in time with Nick’s thrusts.
Nick filling my ass while Kieran works my cock sends a bolt of white-hot pleasure up my spine that makes my vision blur.
My knees buckle. Kieran’s other hand slides beneath me, cupping my balls, rolling them between his fingers so carefully it’s obscene against everything else.
“Both of you,” Kieran says, like he’s narrating something mundane. His hand works my cock faster, his thumb circling the head on every upstroke. His other hand squeezes my balls, then releases, then squeezes again. “Look at you two. Desperate for each other.”
The sound Nick makes above me is guttural and broken, and his pace gets erratic.
His hips snap forward in short, sharp thrusts that drive his cock against that spot inside me over and over.
His hands are shaking on my hips. I can feel the tension building in his thighs where they press against mine, the way his whole body is winding tight.
“Chase,” Nick gasps. “Chase, I’m gonna—I’m close, I’m so close.”
“Please,” I say. “Please, Nick, please cum in me, fill me up, I need it.”
Kieran’s hand tightens on my cock. His fingers squeeze the base, then the head, then the base again, and the pressure builds and builds and builds and—
His grip releases.
The orgasm that was cresting slams into a wall. My cock throbs, untouched, aching, and the release that was right there, right fucking there, drains back out of me. My whole body seizes, shaking, and a broken sound tears out of my throat, half sob and half scream.
“Kieran. Kieran, why did you—I was right there, I was—”
“I know.” He sounds calm, almost bored. His hand leaves my cock entirely, and the absence is its own kind of cruelty. “But you don’t get to cum yet.”
Nick is still inside me, still hard, still thrusting, until Kieran steps in and physically stops him. Nick doesn't fight it, just pulls out with a groan, his cock sliding free in a long, wet drag that leaves me empty and clenching, and the sound I make is something between a whimper and a wail.
“Kieran, please—”
Kieran’s cock replaces Nick’s in one hard shove.
He doesn’t ease in or work me open. He just pushes, his thick length splitting me apart, the piercing dragging against my walls, and the stretch is sharp and immediate. My fingers scrabble uselessly against the marble as he bottoms out.
“Fuck.” He gives a slow, deep thrust, letting his piercing drag across every part of my insides. “Still so tight. Still so fucking tight for me.”
He starts fucking me.
This is harder than the slow grinding from before.
His hips snap forward with a force that drives me up the counter, my cock dragging against the cold stone, and each thrust punches the air from my lungs.
The wet slap of skin fills the kitchen, obscene and loud, and his piercing drags against sensitive areas deep inside me until my vision whites out.
“Kieran—Kieran, please—”