Ren’s hands slapped against my hips, nails digging into my skin, and the added bite of pain catapulted me to a euphoric ascension. If someone asked my name, I wouldn’t be able to answer because even I didn’t know. My world, my existence, revolved around the girthy dick sliding into my ass.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” Ren murmured, and I hadn’t realized he’d pasted his chest to my back. His breath tickled my ear, and I trembled.
Oli moaned and mumbled something.
“Move,” I whispered, ignoring the weird sensation in my insides. Even if I couldn’t tell whether I was in pain or pleasure, IneededRen to pound my hole like he wanted to ruin me for the rest of my life. “Please fucking move.”
His palm slid over the ridges of my abs and he hummed. “So pretty when you beg. Anything for you.”
He moved, a gentle rock at first. He slid his dick nearly all the way out before snapping his hips, burying himself balls deep. Exhilaration exploded in my chest and my skin crackled with fervor.
Goose bumps erupted.
Mouth parted in a sharp intake of breath.
My hard-on jerked.
Face hidden in the pillow.
My insides were on fire, and every time he hammered into me, he pushed me to a spot I’d never been in my life. There was no way back from this. I’d had his dick in my hole and wanted to keep it there.
We rocked together, me shoving my hips back as he slammed forward. The slapping of our skin echoed through the room, joining Oli’s desperate whimpers and pleasured moans. I slid my hand between my stomach and the bed and grasped my dick, jerking it roughly in time with Ren’s thrusts. He wasn’t gentle and I didn’t want him to be. He was staking ownership, and I was silently thanking him.
His hands burned a trail across my abs and back to my hips. Every touch was fire. I was so close it hurt. Each direct hit to my prostate shoved me closer to the edge of bliss. I was right, though, and the pain of the piercings only added to the ecstasy.
It was all too good. Too fast. I didn’t want this moment to end, but my body had other ideas.
A rush of overstimulated pleasure slammed me, and my dick jerked, streams of cum splashing onto the bed beneath me. I groaned my way through my orgasm, my focus narrowing in on the way Ren fucked me harder and how his hands claimed my hips as their own.
“Fuck yes, baby.” He froze inside me, the heaviness of his balls pressed against my skin, and trembled. “Right there. Fuck.”
He tipped us until we fell on our sides, and my vision grew hazy as my dick attempted to flex even though I’d just come.
My blood roared in my ears. I’d flown so high the crash was hard and fast. I laughed when he slowly slid out, the pleasant ache a throbbing reminder of how epically awesome the sex had been. Jeez. I hoped to feel the effects for days. Weeks, even. I’d be happy to walk awkwardly for a month if it meant I had the burn of his dick and piercings in my asshole.
I didn’t have to look to see him dump the condom because I felt him move.
Oli grunted and struggled against his bonds, reminding us he was there and still hard. The tears flowed more freely. The sobs around the silk in his mouth grew louder, but before I could react, Ren was on his feet and moving over to him. To my surprise, Ren fell to his knees and took the tip of Oli’s dick between his lips.
Oli jolted as if he’d been electrocuted, and he shook hard enough for the chair to creak. He whined and whimpered, the sounds guttural and raw. He tried to fold himself in half to get more friction from Ren, but he couldn’t move an inch. I didn’t know if I wanted to call Ren a genius or cruel with how well he’d tethered Oli to the chair.
It didn’t take long before Oli was coming apart. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his face. He vibrated, his moans louder. He threw his head back. If he could jump right out of his skin, I suspected he might, and then he was wriggling against his bonds.
The sex blush spread down his neck and over his chest, and I followed the trail of red as it bled all the way to his hips. I’d never seen someone flush that intensely.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, unable to look away.
Ren sat up on his knees, his inked back rippling with his movements, and glanced over his shoulder at me. He licked his lips and winked. “Delicious, too.”
I chuckled and slowly stood. I managed to stay upright as I shifted to my knees beside Ren and reached up to take the cloth from Oli’s mouth. Saliva came with the material, and he sobbed.
The gasps wrenched from his mouth took me by surprise, and I watched in horror as he cried. Big blobs of tears swept down his splotchy cheeks, and he murmured “why?” over and over again until I felt like a complete and utter monster.
My heart cracked and I jumped to my feet, but Ren had already beaten me. He cradled Oli’s face in his palms and wiped the tears with his thumbs.
“Shh, Kitten. Hush now.” He gave me a sharp look. “KC, release him.”
I didn’t argue, moving into action. I started with the bonds around his ankles, then worked my way up to the ones around his wrists and waist. Once he was freed, he flopped forward, but Ren caught him.
