“God. Holy shit—fuck—”
“You like watching me ruin his hole, don’t you?” Reid’s free hand slides up my spine, possessive and firm, before fisting in my hair and yanking my head back. “Look how much he loves my fist inside him.”
Miles is not even trying to hide how gone he is—his usual chill completely shattered. His tongue darts out to catch the drool slipping down my chin, his lips sealing over mine in another sloppy kiss. I can’t help but moan into his mouth, my own meat throbbing violently against my stomach, so rock-hard it’s practically glued straight up against my abs.
Reid’s fist-fucks me deeper, his knuckles pressing hard against my prostate until my legs start shaking.
“You gonna cum just from my hand, slut? Gonna paint Miles’ chest without anyone even touching your cock?”
“Fuck, do it,” Miles breathes, his lips dragging over my collarbone. “I wanna feel it on me.”
Reid pumps his fist in and out of me, the stretch bordering on painful, but the way Miles is clutching at me, panting against my lips, makes it impossible to care.
“You feel how deep I’m in you?” Reid asks, his breath ghosting over my ass. “You’re fucking hollowed out, babe. Like a cheap fleshlight.”
My horniness is completely redlined, wiping out every single coherent thought in my head. I can’t focus on the TV, the game,or the other guys in the room—all I can feel is the insane pressure stretching my walls to the absolute limit.
Miles whimpers, his hands scrambling at my waist like he can’t decide whether to pull me closer or push me onto Reid’s fist harder. His cock is leaking a fat fucking puddle into his sweatpants, and all I can think about is how badly I need him inside me right fucking now.
I reach for his waistband without breaking my sloppy makeout session with him, and yank his sweats down just enough to free his throbbing cock, and wrap my hand around the shaft. His hips jerk immediately, his breath hitching against my lips as I stroke him slowly, collecting the sticky pre-cum dripping from his slit.
“I need you to fuck me,” I mutter against his mouth. “Right fucking now.”
Reid pulls his fist out of my ass with a wet squelch, leaving my hole gaping and empty, and I whine at the loss. But Miles is right fucking there, his cock heavy in my hand, so I shift on his lap and line his cock up. Reid’s fingers dig into my hips, guiding me down, and I sink onto Miles’ shaft, burying his length all the way to the base.
“Oh, fuck—” Miles chokes, his head slamming back against the couch. His glasses go crooked, his thighs trembling under me. “You’re—fuck—you feel so fucking good.”
I rock back, taking him deeper, feeling his curve jab right into my prostate. Reid’s hands slide around my waist, his chest pressing against my back, and suddenly his cock is nudging at my hole too.
“Wait—wait—” Miles stammers, but Reid pushes in anyway, driving his entire meat into my hole alongside Miles.
“Touchdown,” Finn screams from somewhere.
“Game hasn’t started,” Grant says.
“Yeah, I know.”
I ignore them because having two of my boyfriends’ cocks stretching my walls out at the exact same time is my absolute favorite sensation in the world. Miles grabs my jaw and kisses me again while Reid wraps an arm around my chest from behind.
They start to fuck me.
Reid slams in deeper, forcing Miles’ cock to grind against my prostate in a way that has my dick jerking against his stomach, leaving sticky streaks on his shirt.
The stretch is insane—burning, painful, perfect—and I moan like a whore.
Reid grabs Miles by the back of the neck and yanks him down into a filthy kiss over my shoulder, their mouths crashing together violently. Reid’s tongue fucks into Miles’ mouth at the same time Miles starts pounding into me, and I just take it, my brain completely gone.
Across the room, Grant and Walker are arguing over the team’s defense like they aren’t both sitting there with their dicks out, still glistening from unloading in me five minutes ago.
“Bro, their secondary’s weak as fuck,” Walker scoffs, idly palming his half-hard cock. “You’re delusional if you think—”
The doorbell cuts him off.
“Yo, stop breaking Kit’s spine, you fucking animals. Pizza’s here.”
“Fuck off, Finn,” Miles pants, pulling back from the kiss. Reid bites his earlobe, making him yelp, and Miles retaliates by twisting Reid’s nipple through his shirt.
Miles dives back in, but his tongue shoves past my lips this time.
