Chapter 32
THIRTY-TWO
WARREN
My stomach flips as I knock on Thorne’s door. Since we came back from Angel’s house a few days ago, he’s been off. I was glad when he messaged the group chat, asking us to come over.
Well, ask is a stretch. His exact text was:
Thorne: Be at my place at seven.
Thorne doesn’t really ask anything. I’m not sure why that’s so fucking hot, but I stopped questioning what I like when it comes to Thorne and Chance.
I still can’t believe I’m in a relationship with two men, let alone two students. If anyone found out…
I shove that thought firmly out of my head, otherwise I’ll second guess what the three of us have and that’s pointless.
My feelings for the two younger men are growing, something in my chest feeling light every time I think of them. That can’t be wrong. That can’t be a mistake.
Raising a shaky hand, I knock on the door, blowing out a long breath. Why am I so nervous? Is it because Thorne promised Chance that, when he got back from his meet, he would watch us together? What will Thorne make us do?
My cock twitches hard in my pants, wanting out.
The door opens wide and a smile stretches across my face when I see Chance. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me in for a kiss.
I gasp into his mouth, giving him the opportunity to shove his tongue inside. I faintly hear the door close behind me and then my back is against it, Chance pressing me into the hard surface.
My hands glide up his back, the warmth of his naked skin seeping into my palms.
Chance hoists me into the air, never breaking the kiss as he walks me into the living room.
Then I’m bracketed between both Thorne and Chance’s hard bodies, the heat of their skin warming me from the inside out.
Thorne snatches my mouth from Chance’s and before I can ask any questions or even say hi, his mouth is on mine, owning me in that rough, brutal way I’m used to.
I roll my hips against Chance as he kisses and nips at my throat. He’ll leave marks behind, but I don’t give a fuck about any of that. My cock throbs at the thought of seeing his bruising ownership embedded in my skin.
When Thorne lets me up for air, I look around to see both their shirts are thrown on the floor in front of the fireplace.
“Started without me?” I ask in a husky voice I barely recognize.
Thorne wraps his hand around my throat, pulling my head back. I moan, gyrating against Chance, needing friction against my straining shaft. “Just getting warmed up, Firebird. Come on.”
Chance walks me to the rug and lets me down. I drop to my knees, looking up at my men. I’ve thought about this since the first time we were all together, but things always moved so fast that I never got the chance to be on my knees for them.
I reach up and grab at Chance’s zipper as Thorne runs a rough hand through my hair.
“I’m supposed to be directing, Firebird,” Thorne grunts, though he doesn’t sound put out that I’m taking the reins.
“Next time,” I murmur before pressing my nose to Chance’s crotch, breathing him in. God, he smells fucking amazing. Like spice and chlorine, the scent always clings to his body.
I do the same to Thorne, hints of his dangerous aura dancing with his fresh soap he likes to use. His hardness rubs against my chin and I mouth over him, wanting to suck him dry.
Getting my fill of his scent, I go back to fumbling with Chance’s zipper, needing something in my mouth.
I pull his cock out and Chance rubs it along my face as I blindly fumble with Thorne’s pants. “You look good on your knees, Warren.”
I smile up at him before opening wide so he can shove his fat cock into my mouth. The taste of his precum bursts across my tongue and I groan, loving his flavor.
Thorne yanks at my hair, dragging me from Chance’s dick and pushing his length into my mouth, gliding his curved cock over my tongue.
It’s not until this moment that I realize I love being used like this. When they fucked me after Thorne saw me talking to Barb, I was in fucking heaven, my body on a high for close to a week after.
I like being at their mercy, letting them do with me what they want.
“More,” I gasp as Thorne pulls out.
“What do you want, Warren?” Chance asks, stroking through the spit that dribbled down my chin.
“Use me,” I gasp, sucking him down and twirling my tongue around his cock head. “Make me your fuck toy tonight.”
Thorne growls in a way that sends shivers down my spine before threading his fingers through my hair and dragging me over to his cock. He fucks my throat relentlessly before pushing me back toward Chance. They go back and forth, abusing my throat as I gag and gasp.
Tears leak from my eyes as they pummel my esophagus, their heavy balls slapping my chin. God, I want to do this every day. Their sexy groans and feral moans send me in a tailspin, my dick kicking off in my pants, cum shooting out of me before I can even clutch at the idea.
Thorne yanks my head back as my body shudders, the front of my pants soaked through.
“Holy fuck,” Chance says in wonder, getting on his knees and palming my still erect and shooting cock. “You came from sucking us. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He kisses me then, tunneling his tongue into my mouth. I moan brokenly, my abused throat sore.
When Chance lets me up for air, Thorne pulls me to my feet. I can barely stand, so I hold on to his biceps, looking up at him with sleepy eyes. “We’re not done with you yet.” He thumbs through the mess on my face. “What do you want to do with him, Golden?”
Chance stands behind me, his hardness pressed against my back. “Think you can take us both, Warren?”
My eyes grow wide and my breathing becomes choppy. Can I? I don’t know, but I really fucking want to try.
“Yes,” slips free, the word tearing out of my throat in a rush. “I can take you.”
They lower me to the floor and strip off my clothes. Chance takes me into his mouth, sucking me slowly. I cry out, my dick still sensitive, but there’s no way I’ll ask him to stop.
How did we get here? How did this turn into being about me when we’re supposed to let Thorne dictate what we do?
Whatever the reason, I won’t complain—I’ll let them use me for whatever they want. God, please let them use me. That thought alone has my dick lengthening in Chance’s mouth, straining for another release.
The snick of a bottle has me peeling my eyes open. Thorne sits beside me, his warm lips kissing and nibbling at my throat. I toss my head back on a gasp, sensation overload almost immobilizing me.
His thick, slick fingers dance down to my hole, and he slides in one, then two, then three fingers. I shout my pleasure, fucking against his digits.
“Add your fingers, Chance,” Thorne whispers against the sensitive skin of my neck. “Let’s get him ready for our thick cocks.”
I whimper as Chance slides in a finger. The fit is tight and I think I’m stretched to the max. Until he adds a second.
Pain rockets down my spine and I seize up for a moment, trying to breathe through the burn.
They finger fuck me, letting me get used to their digits stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched.
Chance’s warm mouth draws my mind from the pain, and I only focus on the smooth glide of his tongue of the underside of my length.
When the pain subsides, I whimper that I’m ready for more and Chance manages to slide in a third finger. I shudder as I hold on to them, the pain fading as my hole throbs around the intrusion.
I’m so full, so open, gaping for both of them as they ease their fingers in and out of me. The sharp pain has disappeared and in its place, a pleasure like I’ve never known before.
Who is this person I’ve become? I wasn’t a virgin, but I was never this vocal and needy with the women I was with. These two men have my head so spun about that I don’t know what to do.
“You ready for us?” Thorne asks, lowering his mouth to suck in a nipple. I moan, fucking their fingers. “Wanna take our cocks?”
“Yes. Please,” I beg, my voice sounding thin and reedy. I’m so close to the edge, so close to snapping in half if they don’t get inside me.
Chance pops off my shaft and they both remove their fingers. I’ve never felt so fucking empty in my life and I whine, needing them back in me.
A throaty chuckle erupts from Thorne. “Don’t worry, Firebird. We’ll give you what you want. Chance, come lie down. Warren, climb on top of Chance. I’ll take care of the rest.”
We get into position like Thorne told us. A contented sigh leaves my lips when I welcome Chance inside, his cock hard and thick, bumping my walls.
He curses as he holds me tight. “So fucking good,” he says, holding onto my ass cheeks as he moves me up and down. “I missed you while I was gone, Warren.” He grunts as he thrusts up into me. “Loved how you talked dirty to me. Let me hear it.”
“Fuck,” I grunt, planting my hands on his chest as I lower myself over and over on his shaft. “Your thick cock…brushes my walls…so fucking good, Chance.”
“That’s right, baby,” he grunts, slapping my ass hard. The sound rings out in the room and I cry out, the sensation feeling too good for words.
“Want you and Thorne to fuck me hard,” I moan, rolling my hips down on him. “Want you to make me come.”
Chance plants his feet and fucks up into me hard and fast for a few strokes. “This what you need?”
I mewl, not able to say much as he rolls his hips, hitting my prostate.
“Hold still,” Thorne says, putting a heavy hand on my hip. Chance stops moving and I freeze, my body vibrating in anticipation. Will it hurt? Will they stretch me to my limits?
A sharp cry leaves my lips as Thorne pushes in beside Chance, his cock hard and unyielding.
He pauses, bending to my ear. “Want me to stop?” His voice is tight, as if he’s putting all of his effort into holding still. God, why is that so fucking sexy?
I open and close my mouth, but all that comes out is a burst of air. So, I shake my head since words seem to have failed me.
“You sure?”