Chapter 7 #2
I pull off, my lips wet, and look up at Kieran.
His head is back against the seat, his throat working, his chest rising and falling fast. I want to devour him.
I want to be part of him. I want him to understand that what I feel isn’t about the limo or the shore house or any of the shit that separates us.
It’s about the way his hand fits the back of my neck, the way his cock fills my throat, the way he looks at me like I’m something worth wanting.
When it’s my turn, I take him deep, all the way to the root, and my throat opens for him the way it’s been learning to all week.
I swallow around him, the cock filling me so full I can’t breathe around it.
It becomes my entire existence. As my lips meet the base of his cock, the sound he makes is broken, a groan he clearly didn’t plan to let out.
Nick’s hand is on my back, rubbing slow circles between my shoulder blades, and I pull off, gasping, eyes watering, and give Nick a turn.
Nick doesn’t take him as deep. He hasn’t mastered deep throating yet, so I lick and suck around Kieran’s shaft as Nick pumps his head up and down along Kieran’s length.
Kieran’s thighs tense beneath my hands, the muscles going rigid, and I know he’s close.
His cock is throbbing against my tongue, the head flushed dark and slick, every time Nick lifts off, and his breathing has gone ragged, short, sharp inhales through his nose, each one held a beat too long like he’s fighting for control.
Nick pulls off before I even have to say anything. His lips leave Kieran’s cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his bottom lip to the head, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins at me. “Your turn.”
I take him back. My mouth closes around the head, and Kieran’s hand fists in my hair, holding me there.
I suck him slow, working my tongue around the piercing, letting the metal drag against my lip, and his hips buck up off the seat.
His cock jerks in my mouth, the head swelling, and I can taste the salt-sharp edge of pre-cum on my tongue.
“Fuck. Chase.” There’s nothing left of his composure. “I’m gonna—”
I pull off. Fast. My lips leave him wet and exposed, his cock bobbing hard between his thighs, the tip glistening where I was just sucking him. A drop of pre-cum beads at the slit and rolls down the shaft, and Kieran makes a sound that’s half groan, half whimper.
“Not yet,” I say, and it comes out lower than I expect. I look at Nick over Kieran’s thigh. “We’re not done with him.”
Nick’s eyes are dark, hungry, his lips swollen and wet.
He nods, and we switch again without a word, Nick’s mouth replacing mine, his tongue lapping up the pre-cum I left behind, and my hand wraps around the base of Kieran’s cock, squeezing gently, milking him with slow, deliberate strokes.
I can feel the pulse of him in my palm, the way his cock jumps every time Nick’s tongue finds the piercing.
Kieran’s head drops back against the seat.
His chest is heaving, the tattoos shifting with each breath, and his hands are gripping the leather on either side of his hips hard enough to dent it.
His jaw is clenched, the muscle in his cheek jumping, and there’s a flush spreading down his neck and across his chest that I’ve never seen before. Whatever he was holding, he’s lost it.
“Fuck. Both of you.” His voice breaks on it. “I’m so close, I can’t—”
Nick pulls off. His hand replaces his mouth, stroking Kieran from the base to the head in one long, slick pull, and Kieran’s whole body jerks. His hips thrust up into Nick’s grip, chasing the friction, and a groan tears out of him that’s so raw it makes my cock throb.
“Switch,” I say, and Nick’s hand releases, and my mouth is on him again.
I take him deep, my throat opening around the head, and I suck hard, hollowing my cheeks.
Kieran’s hand slams into my hair and holds me there.
His hips drive up, his cock pushing deeper into my throat, and I gag, swallow around him, and take it, my eyes watering, my jaw stretched wide.
His hand is a fist in my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me, and the control makes my cock ache so hard it hurts.
Then Nick’s shorts hit the carpet behind me, and his hands are on my hips, rough and urgent, dragging mine down my thighs before I’ve processed what’s happening.
The fabric catches on my knees, and Nick doesn’t bother pulling them off.
He just pushes them down far enough to free my ass, and then his fingers are spreading me open, slick with the lube he’s started carrying in his pocket.
He preps me quickly, then drizzles more over his cock.
The first press of his cock makes my whole body jolt.
The stretch is immediate and brutal. My ass is still loose from this morning, because we fucked in my bathroom before we packed, Kieran bending me over the marble vanity while Nick watched, then Nick taking his turn while Kieran kissed me, but Nick is so fucking thick that the burn still catches me off guard.
I cry out around Kieran’s cock, the sound vibrating through his shaft, and Kieran groans above me, his hand tightening in my hair.
Nick bottoms out in one long, relentless stroke, his hips pressing flush against my ass, and the fullness is so complete it steals the air from my lungs.
His cock is huge inside me, splitting me open, and I can feel every inch of him, the heat, the weight, the way he throbs against my walls.
My hole clenches around him, greedy, and Nick makes a broken sound against the back of my neck.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” he says. “Even after this morning. How are you still this tight?”
I can’t answer. Kieran’s cock is filling my mouth, his hand gripping my hair, and Nick is filling my ass, his hands bruising my hips, and I am being used from both ends in the back of a fucking limo while Hank drives us back to Philadelphia, and this is the most alive I have ever felt.
Nick pulls back and slams forward, and the thrust drives me up Kieran’s cock, my throat taking him deeper.
Kieran’s hips meet the movement, his cock pushing into my mouth at the same moment Nick’s pushes into my ass, and Kieran’s cock hitting the back of my throat while Nick’s hits that spot inside me sends a bolt of white-hot pleasure through my body that makes my vision go white.
“Look at him,” Kieran says, and there’s nothing controlled left in it. “Look at this greedy little slut, taking both of us at once.”
Nick thrusts again, deep and grinding, his cock hitting that spot inside me with devastating accuracy, and my whole body jerks forward.
Kieran’s cock slides deeper into my throat, the piercing catching on my soft palate, and I gag and swallow around him.
The sound that comes out of me is something between a moan and a sob.
My cock hangs heavy and untouched between my legs, leaking a steady stream onto the carpet, and the desperate, throbbing need to be touched is almost unbearable.
Kieran pulls back, his cock sliding from my mouth with a wet drag, and I gasp, sucking in air, my lips swollen and wet. Before I can catch my breath, Nick’s hand grips my jaw and turns my face toward Kieran’s cock again.
“Open,” Nick says. “You don’t get to stop sucking him until we say so.”
I open. Kieran’s cock pushes past my lips, the head slick with spit, and I take him deep, my tongue working the underside, the vein throbbing against it. Nick’s hips roll forward, his cock driving into me, and being full at both ends makes my eyes roll back.
Then Kieran pulls out again.
His cock leaves my mouth wet and empty, and I whimper, my lips chasing him, my tongue reaching for the head.
He holds himself just out of reach, his hand in my hair, keeping me where he wants me.
His cock is inches from my face, hard and flushed, pre-cum beading at the slit, and I can smell him, salt and musk and skin, and I want him back in my mouth so badly my jaw aches.
“Not yet,” Kieran says. His voice is wrecked but controlled, and the control is what kills me. He’s fighting to keep it together, fighting to stay in charge, and the effort shows in the tension of his jaw, the white-knuckled grip on the leather seat. “You’re going to take what we give you.”
Nick’s cock slides out of my ass. The emptiness is immediate and devastating.
My hole clenches around nothing, wet and open, and the sound that tears out of me is high and raw, and I have no dignity left to be mortified with.
My hips push back, searching for him, and Nick’s hand slaps my ass, hard, stinging, the crack of it echoing off the leather seats.
“Stay still,” Nick says. His hand rubs the sting, soothing and cruel at the same time. “You move when we tell you to move.”
Kieran’s cock pushes back into my mouth, and I suck him down greedily, my throat opening, taking him as deep as I can.
His hand tightens in my hair, holding me there, and I moan around him, the vibration traveling up his shaft.
His hips roll forward, shallow thrusts that keep the head in my throat without letting me take the full length, and the teasing is maddening, just enough to make me want more, never enough to satisfy.
Nick shoves back into me without warning.
One brutal stroke that bottoms out hard enough to drive the air from my lungs, and my scream is muffled around Kieran’s cock.
Kieran’s hand slams the back of my head forward, forcing me down his shaft, and his cock hits the back of my throat and keeps going, deeper, deeper, until my nose is pressed against the coarse hair at his base and I’m choking around him, my throat convulsing, tears streaming down my face.