Chapter 25 #2
Thorne pulls his tongue from my hole and replaces it with his fingers, pushing in one, then two before I can catch my breath.
“Fucking tight. Will this be your first time with a dick in you, too?” he asks as he fingers me roughly.
It hurts, but I spread my legs further, loving the pain and the ownership.
I whimper around Chance’s cock, trying to nod.
Most people would want their first time to be sweet, with flowers and candy and warmth.
Not me. I want this. I want to feel owned. I want to be fucking wrecked. I want to know that when I was taken, I was really taken. Fucked so hard that I pass out.
I only have time to whine when I feel the head of Thorne’s cock pressed against my hole. He glides in on one long slide, and I choke around Chance’s dick as Thorne bottoms out.
Chance pulls out and I catch my breath, pressing my hands on Thorne’s abs. I don’t want him to pull out, but fuck, it’s a lot. He feels thicker inside of me than he does when I have him down my throat.
Pain flares, the feeling of fullness so intense I almost can’t stand it, but…fuck…god, I already want more.
With eyes I struggle to keep open, I look down at where Thorne’s impaled in me. “Jesus,” I whimper in a voice I hardly recognize. He’s so fucking big, his twitching cock bumping against my prostate. It feels good, so much better than I imagined.
Thorne rolls his hips and I cry out, slouching back on the bed.
“Can she make you feel like this?” he growls, then snaps his hips so quickly that I slide up on the bed. A wail leaves my throat as he does it again and again. “Chance, feed him your dick.”
As Chance slides his dick back into my mouth, Thorne wraps his hand around my throat. Chance digs his fingers into my scalp and pushes inside further, tapping my tonsils.
I’m trapped between them, one wrecking my ass and the other fucking my mouth. I’ve never felt so used, so filthy.
So wanted.
Thorne’s hand is hard on my waist as he fucks into me, his dick hitting my prostate with precision, over and over. My cock throbs, leaking precum onto my belly.
“Fucking beautiful being taken apart like this,” Thorne growls. “Who do you belong to, Warren?”
Chance removes his dick from my throat so I can answer.
After pulling in several deep breaths, I say, “You…and Chance.”
“You’d fucking better. You don’t smile at anyone like you smile at us.” Thorne fucks me hard and fast and I hold onto his forearms, moaning loudly as he gives me the dicking of my life. “Do you hear me?”
“Yes!” I scream, my throat raw from my moaning and Chance’s fat cock brushing against my soft tissue.
Turning my head, Chance slides back into my mouth, groaning loudly when I roll my tongue over the underside of his dick.
He’s so thick and tastes so fucking good.
God, I want this all the time. I see why Chance is always so eager to spread his legs for us, letting us spit roast him at the drop of a hat. This feels too good for words.
Thorne raises one of my legs to his shoulder, going deeper than I thought possible. I cry out around Chance’s dick, though I don’t release the suction I have on it. I don’t want him to go anywhere.
I hear soft sounds coming from above me, and I open my eyes, greeted with the sight of Thorne fucking devouring Chance’s mouth, licking and nipping at his lips.
That, coupled with the dick down my throat and another in my ass has my orgasm rising in me. My body starts to tremble, and my eyes roll back in my head, my release imminent.
But before I can reach my climax, Thorne pulls out, leaving me empty and bereft. I snatch off Chance’s cock, looking at Thorne’s thick condom-covered shaft. “Come back,” I beg, pulling my knees to my chest so he can see my empty hole.
“Fucking Jesus,” Thorne groans, pressing two fingers into me. He fucks me with them, curling his fingers in an obscene way. I watch, moaning as his digits appear and disappear in my hole.
I’m right on the edge of release once again when Thorne pulls his fingers out and slaps me roughly on the ass. Pain radiates from my ass cheek, but it feels so fucking good that precum drips down my shaft.
“Come feel how tight he is, Chance,” Thorne says, thumbing over my stretched hole. I whimper, pulling my legs back further to give him access.
They swap spots and Chance slides on a condom before lining up with my entrance. His hungry gaze locked on mine, he inches inside, his thick cock almost splitting me in two. Jesus Christ, he’s so girthy, stretching my hole to its limits. Thorne has girth, but not as much as Chance.
When he’s fully seated in me, he rests his forehead against mine, shuddering above me. “You’re ours, Warren,” he whispers in a sweet but possessive tone before devouring my mouth a kiss so searing it makes my toes curl. “I don’t like hearing you’re with anyone else.”
“No one else,” I promise, kissing him back.
He thrusts into me almost experimentally and I cry out, tossing my head back.
Thorne takes that opportunity to shove into my mouth, his hand back on my throat.
He shows no mercy with my throat like he did my ass, fucking it roughly and with abandon.
Tears leak from my eyes as I stare up at him, hoping he can see just how much I don’t want anyone else. He and Chance are all I want.
Chance puts both of my legs on his shoulders and practically bends me in half as he fucking wrecks my ass, slamming into me roughly.
I’m in fucking heaven. I’m sure I’d like soft and sweet too, but feeling them both like this, so rough and demanding…I never knew I needed this.
They exchange kisses over me, and I watch them greedily as Thorne feeds me his dick and Chance pounds me into the mattress.
This time, my orgasm doesn’t just build—it slams into me and I explode without warning.
I tremble under them, my dick kicking off hands free. I paint my belly, the hot, sticky mess trailing down my sides.
“Fucking beautiful,” Thorne growls as Chance pulls out of me with a shout. He snatches the condom off, jerks himself a few times, then his seed joins mine.
“Goddamn,” Thorne says as he maneuvers over me and he’s coming on my belly as well.
Before I can come down from my orgasm high, Thorne swirls his fingers in the mess, mixing our loads together, then stuffs his fingers into my mouth.
I greedily suck at them, lapping my tongue between his digits.
He goes back for more, then shoves his fingers into Chance’s mouth.
Chance groans as he sucks, his eyes burning as he looks at me and Thorne in turn.
Lastly, Thorne scoops some into his mouth, staring at us so intently that I squirm.
“No one has you two but me. Understand?” His tone is so fucking growly and hot that I shiver.
“Only you and Chance. I swear.” I put a hand on each of their thighs. “I wasn’t flirting. I was just talking.”
Thorne grunts and climbs off the bed, padding into the bathroom. He returns a few moments later with a warm cloth and cleans me up. “I know,” he says. “But I didn’t like that…feeling in my chest when I saw you standing so close to her.”
“You felt jealous,” I say closing my eyes as he cleans me up.
“Yeah. And I didn’t like it.”
Chance lies down beside me, kissing my neck. “Are you okay?”
“Mhm. That was amazing.”
I feel his smile against my skin. “I know, right?” He kisses along my collarbone, and I thread my fingers through his hair. “Maybe Thorne will let us fuck him someday.”
All we get in response is a noncommittal noise from Thorne.
When he finishes cleaning both me and Chance, Thorne comes back to bed. It’s a tight fit with three grown ass men in a queen-size bed, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.