“Can you take this, baby?” His voice was as smooth as whiskey, and I wanted to get drunk off him.
The outraged sounds Oli made added to the atmosphere, the air charged with electricity I’d only ever heard about but never felt. It was the adrenaline of coming off a football win, times ten, and I was so hard I thought I’d explode.
“Yes.” The word came out raspy, and I wasn’t sure if it was my voice or not. It certainly didn’t sound like me. The desire was thick in my tone, and there was no way I could deny how I sounded—absolutely depraved. I wanted whatever he would give me. “Fuck. Yes.”
Ren laughed. Another kiss pressed against my spine, and I shuddered.
My dick jerked, slapping my belly. I turned my head and laid my cheek on the bed as I stared at Oli in the chair. He struggled against his bonds, eyes wide and pleading, and I didn’t miss the tears there, shining in the light. He whined, and I shushed him gently.
“Soon,” I whispered.
A sharp slap against my ass sent me rocketing forward from the shock, and a wail ripped its way from my throat. “Oh fuck.”
Ren’s chuckle echoed, penetrating the lust-driven fog that had overtaken my brain. “Pay attention to me, sweetheart. I’m the only one in your world. Our kitten’s gotta learn the consequences of his sharp claws.”
Oli screamed something into his gag, but the words were muffled and there was no chance I’d understand them. Tears leaked down his cheeks, and the pit of my stomach dropped as guilt assaulted me.
This was supposed to be hot. But maybe it still was because, despite crying, Oli was also hard. His dick reached up toward his abs and slightly to the left, flushed and leaking precum.
The bed shifted as Ren moved, and I darted a glance over my shoulder to see him grabbing the lube and a condom from underneath his pillow. He threw them next to me before he wasback behind my ass, his fingers kneading my cheeks with enough pressure I’d end up with bruises.
I snatched a pillow from the top of the bed and folded it under my head, leaning forward to bury my face into the fluffiness. With my ass in the air, I was all Ren’s. He could do whatever he wanted with me and I’d thank him.
Theclickof the lube lid filled the room, alongside a groan from Oli.
I shivered when I felt something wet at my hole. It wasn’t Ren’s fingers, though, but rather his tongue. He laved my entrance, eating me with enough enthusiasm I would believe I was tastier than a ten-course meal. He opened me, using his strong tongue to tease my hole, before a slick finger joined in.
My dick jolted, but I didn’t reach for it. I didn’t want to come too fast, and I was already on edge. Every nerve in my body was on fire; my skin prickled with desperation that stole my breath. My hole clenched around his tongue and finger, and he made a growly noise that went straight to my balls.
He laid a kiss on my left cheek while adding a second finger, stretching me in the most enticing way. While I was more than happy to take the pain with the pleasure, I had a feeling this would be a completely different experience.
Oli whimpered, and I pulled my face out of the pillow to look at him again. A flush brushed over his nose and across his chin, and it was adorable to see the lust in his gaze. He rocked forward, but it did nothing to help him. More tears fell, dripping from his jaw and onto his naked thighs. He stared pleadingly.
The sight was too much. My heart tugged painfully. I forced myself to look at his dick, straining and tapping against his lower abs.
Ren took his time opening me up. By four fingers in, I was a blubbering, whiny mess, pitching back to meet his digits with desperation. Heat swelled in my stomach and my dickhurtina way I wasn’t sure I could handle. The throbbing mirrored the one in my chest, and I was ready and willing to fall over the metaphorical cliff of pleasure and pain. I was already teetering on the edge.
The rip of the condom packet made me suck in air between my teeth. The sounds of him sliding the latex down his length sent a tremble through me. Then, the blunt head was pressed against my entrance, and he was smoothing a palm down my spine.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
All I could manage was a whimper, scraped from my throat with a rawness that came from the depths of my chest. I was so eager for his dick I was ready to wage wars for him if it meant I got what I wanted.
The first press of his cockhead was nothing out of the ordinary; although, a little thicker than I was used to. He split me apart, but after the ass eating and liberal fingering he’d given me, it was nothing I wasn’t prepared for. One of his hands sat on my ass, holding my cheeks open so he could see my hole, and the weight of his palm centered me. Kept me in the moment.
I glanced at Oli again, watching the way his eyes followed Ren’s movements, tears slowing but still pooling. He panted, his chest heaving fast and strong. His dick jerked, slapping against his thigh.
“Oli,” I whispered, garnering his wide gaze. I smiled. “You’re so good for us. You want this, don’t you?”
He whined and nodded.
“I know. Such a sweet guy. I like you a lot, Oli. I?—”
A silent puff of air spilled from my lips as Ren’s first piercing popped past my tight ring of muscle. It was different from anything I could’ve imagined, a discomfort I wasn’t used to zinging through me faster than a Ping-Pong ball. My lips parted,and I didn’t know if I wanted to grunt at the tender ache or plead for more. Maybe both. Was that an option?
“Oh wow.” I pressed my face into the pillow, caught between the urge to rock back against him or trying to get away. I couldn’t quite describe the feeling. It was an overstimulation of the bundled nerves in my hole. My dick jerked under the new sensation, a string of precum leaking down the head.
One by one, the piercings slid past my rim and scraped along the walls of my hole. A rush of ecstasy hit me, lighting up every pleasure receptor. My fingertips tingled, but not as much as my balls.
