CHAPTER 12
Liam
I’d never look at leather couches the same way again. There was just no way I could be fucked by both of them twice on one and ever be the same.
I also couldn’t look at one again without thinking of how Owen looked as he sat on it, his long cock in his hand as he stroked himself.
My eyes fixated on him, and I couldn’t look away, even if I wanted to.
There was something hypnotic about the way his fist moved along his thick shaft, like he had all the time in the world and wanted me to watch every second of it.
I watched how his forearm muscles flexed with every pass and how precum gathered on his slit.
I found myself holding my breath, enamored with him.
Covering his cock in lube shouldn’t have looked so impossibly sexy.
“Come here,” Owen said, beckoning me toward him. I took his extended hand as I straddled his lap. His voice was rough as he murmured, “Sit on my cock, baby. Let me feel you.”
He held his shaft in place as I lowered onto him.
I took my time, letting him fill me inch by delicious inch.
Ares’s hands smoothed down my back and cupped my ass.
His fingers kneaded into my flesh while his lips found the curve of my neck.
The featherlight touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I moaned, my back arching into him.
The action had me dropping completely on Owen’s dick and pulled a loud groan from him.
“Still so goddamn pretty on his cock,” Ares commented. His fingers drifted up my spine, eliciting a wiggle from me as my nerves lit up in response. They continued their track up my body until his fingers tangled in my hair. “Lean forward and let me stretch your ass to make room for me.”
The words shouldn’t have sounded as filthy and hot as they were.
His grip tightened as he pushed me forward onto Owen, my body draping over his.
Owen’s hands anchored on my hips while his mouth drifted up my neck and along my jaw in hot, open-mouth kisses.
His teeth scraped against my skin in playful bites.
My fingers gripped his shoulders for support as I steadied myself.
“Are you still at green, baby?” Owen asked softly.
“Yes,” I breathed out.
“Good. Focus on me, and let Ares work his magic.” His mouth claimed mine, and his tongue slid against my own. I melted into him as the taste of him consumed me. At this point, he was familiar and comforting—something I enjoyed and even craved. It made my mind float and my body buzz pleasantly.
The first press of Ares’s slick finger against my hole made me gasp into Owen’s mouth.
He swallowed the sound as he kissed me deeper, and his thumbs stroked slow circles into my hip bones as if silently assuring me that he had me.
Ares’s finger circled my rim, testing my body’s resistance, before pushing it inside along Owen’s thick shaft.
The sensation was overwhelming. The fullness of Owen’s cock combined with the addition of just Ares’s finger had me whimpering and breaking the kiss. My forehead pressed against his as my breath came out in shallow pants.
“Breathe for us, pretty boy,” Ares ordered, his tone gentle. “Breathe and let me in. You can take more of me.”
I wasn’t sure I could take more. My ass was stretched wide around both of them—wider than anything I’d experienced.
“Focus on me,” Owen reiterated. “Focus on me, baby. You can take us.”
Ares added a second finger, scissoring them slowly as he worked that tight ring of muscles open wider.
Every movement. Every twist. Every spread.
I could feel all of it until my body was trembling as it adjusted.
The lube made everything slick, but the stretch was immense.
The deep burn building inside me bordered on pleasure and pain.
“That’s it… look how good you’re doing,” Ares said. The praise ignited low in my core, and my dick twitched from where it was trapped between my body and Owen’s. He worked his fingers deeper, curling and stretching, even as my muscles tried to desperately cling to Owen’s cock.
He fucked his fingers in and out of me at a consistent rate, slow but unwavering. My breath came faster as the pain gave way to endless waves of pleasure.
“Oh… fuck,” I managed to get out, my voice catching in my throat.
Liquid heat pooled hot and fast in my core.
Remaining still became impossible. I shifted my weight, letting the need for more drive my motions.
The grind was slow and unsteady as I tried to find a rhythm while trapped between them—just something to relieve the urge threatening to ruin me.
“Do you know just how sexy you look,” Ares began, “as you fuck yourself on both of us, pretty boy?”
“Please,” I practically begged, though I didn’t quite know what I was begging for. I just needed more.
When Ares withdrew his fingers, I felt the absence acutely, my rim clenching around nothing but Owen.
That sudden loss of fullness was disorienting but short-lived as the blunt pressure of the crown of his cock replaced his fingers.
I froze, my breath catching in my lungs with anticipation.
He didn’t push. He simply waited as his hands spread my asscheeks apart wider.
“Tell me when you’re ready, Liam,” Ares said.
I was ready—at least, I was almost certain I was ready—but the words were impossible to find. Owen’s fingers found my chin. The touch pulled my gaze to his, and he smiled.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he instructed. His lips brushed against my cheek and slowly drifted toward my mouth.
As he did, his other hand wrapped around my dick.
The contact pulled a loud moan from me. He stroked me in long, pointed passes designed to anchor me rather than rile me up.
“Use your words like a good boy and tell Ares that you want his cock in your ass.”
“Please…”
“Please… what?” Owen prompted. “Let me hear you say it.”
“Please, fuck me, Ares,” I said.
“Anything you want, pretty boy,” Ares replied from behind me.
His fingers dug into my skin as he gave the smallest of thrusts, enough to press his cock into that tight ring of muscles.
The air punched out of my lungs at the intense sensation.
He slid in alongside Owen’s cock, inch by excruciating inch.
The walls of my ass stretched impossibly wide to accommodate both of them.
A broken sound escaped me as my eyes damn near rolled back in my head.
The pressure was wildly overwhelming. My every nerve fired all at once, in tandem and all over the place.
It was as if my body forgot how to function.
Ares stilled behind me, his hips flush to my ass, and he kissed the curve of my shoulder.
“Breathe, Liam,” Ares told me. “Just breathe.”
Except I couldn’t breathe. Even as the burn and pain faded into a demanding heat, I couldn’t find the air in my lungs.
The feel of both of them inside me had me so wound up that I was ready to combust. I was suspended between their bodies—Owen’s warm chest against my front and Ares’s breath hot on the back of my neck.
I completely lost my sense of self as I let it all take over me.
“Please, fuck me,” I gasped. “I need you to move… please, I need you to…”
I lost the words as Ares’s fingers tightened on my hips, and he withdrew slowly. The drag of his cock inside me made me moan—a sound that Owen echoed equally loud.
The rhythm they set was slow and almost exploratory.
The deliberate dynamic between them let me feel every inch of their lengths moving inside me.
Whenever Ares pulled back, Owen thrust up into me.
Every time Ares thrust back in, Owen pulled back.
The sensation was a constant pressure against my prostate that drove me toward the edge faster than I could process.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” Owen grit out between kisses.
His fist stroked my aching length. Precum leaked from my slit, and my balls were painfully tight.
His hand twisted around my crown with every pass, only heightening the intensity.
“Don’t come yet, baby. Hold out for me a little longer. You can do it.”
Their speed increased as they kept me pinned between them.
Feral, uninhibited sounds fell off my lips.
Every thrust sent Ares’s cock dragging and pushed against Owen’s inside me.
The pressure built until it was one endless wave of pleasure after another.
I was split open between them and falling apart while they worked my body like it was made for this.
“Close,” I rasped, shaking my head. “I can’t…”
Behind me, Ares shifted his position. One hand settled roughly on my shoulder, holding me in place as his pace increased. His hips slapped harder against my ass with a wet sound that filled the living room.
“Come for us, pretty boy,” Ares growled. “Come while we’re both buried inside you.”
Their rhythm turned relentless, both of them driving into me with an increased urgency.
Owen’s hand stroked my cock faster, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I shattered, my body arching back against Ares.
Thick ropes of cum shot across Owen’s chest and stomach, painting his skin in pulsing streaks.
My muscles clamped down around them as I came, and I felt both of them falter.
Owen went first, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he thrust as deep as possible and dragged my hips down into place. His cock pulsated inside me, filling me with his cum. I whimpered and writhed in his hold while Ares fucked me through it, chasing his own need.
Three more thrusts, and he followed our fall. He slammed into me with a shuddering moan. His release mixed with Owen’s, flooding me so fully that hot cum trickled down my balls. His hips rolled flush against my ass as he drew out the sensations until there was nothing left to chase.
I was floating outside my own body. Every muscle melted into putty as I was caught between them, trembling and utterly spent.
The world had gone soft around the edges, and sounds were distant, their voices muffled in my ears.
I didn’t need to move or speak or do anything.
I didn’t need a single thing at all. I was warm and safe and wanted and blissfully suspended in the quiet aftermath.