My hole fights it—flutters, spasms, clenches, gives out—and then his cockhead breaches me. I swallow a sound so big it feels like my throat tears. My vision goes white. Pain rips through my whole body.
Honestly, I thought Grant would be the gentlest out of all these guys. I wassowrong. Like,so fucking wrong.This is gravity and muscle and the violence of a cock that doesn’t give a fuck about my limits.
“Jesus Christ,” Walker breathes, and I can hear how hard he is just from watching. “You just—fuck, bro, you just impaled him.”
“Is he okay?” Finn’s voice is a little awed, a little worried.
Grant grunts, his hips rolling up into me, making me feel every single inch of him. “He can take it.” His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back until my spine bows. “Ain’t that right, slut?”
My ass clenches around him involuntarily, my body betraying my brain yet again. Because my brain is screamingpain pain painwhile my dick stays iron-hard.
“Yeah. You love this,” Grant says under his breath, rolling his hips again. “Love being used like a dumb fucktoy.”
Yeah,my brain supplies, unhelpfully.Yeah, I really do.
Then he starts moving for real.
Miles’ cum is still hot inside me, and every time Grant shoves his cock in, it squelches. He fucks it deeper into my guts, grinding it around, churning it up until I can feel it dripping out around his shaft.
The nasty sound shouldn’t be this hot. It’s gross. It’s filthy. It’s the sound of another man’s cum getting sloshed around inside me by a second man’s cock.
But fuck. It’s proof, isn’t it? Proof that I’m not a person right now. Just a hole. Just a warm, wet, willing piece of fuckmeat they’re passing around. Proof that my insides belong to all of them. That Miles’ load is just lube for Grant, that Grant’s load will be lube for whoever’s next. That my body doesn’t even get a say in what stays inside me.
My cock is leaking again. I can feel it smearing against my stomach, hot and sticky, every pulse of Grant’s hips dragging another drop out of me.
I’m so fucking hard it hurts. Itreally hurts.
But dolls don’t get to come.
So I just keep still, legs spread, hole full of cum and cock, and let Grant use me. Let him fuck Miles’ load deeper. Let my own dick twitch and leak and beg.
Finn’s suddenly looming over me, fisting my hair to lock my head in place.
“Bro, look at his eyes rolling back. He’s completely gone.”
I don’t know what I look like and I don’t care. Don’t care that I’m probably cross-eyed, with drool stringing off my chin and snot running down my face.
All I know is Grant’s cock.
It’s splitting me open. Every time he slams me down onto his lap, his fat head rams against something deep inside that makes my whole body light up like a short-circuit. My toes curl without my permission. My thighs shake. My dick twitches.
Grant hauls me up almost off his dick and slams me back down. He does it again. Harder. And again.Harder.My brain checks out completely.
“He’s still not making noise,” Walker says from somewhere behind me. “Tough as hell.”
Walker doesn’t get it. I’m not being tough. I’m just not here anymore. There’s no Kit left to make noise. I’m inanimate. I’m a toy. I’m plastic. I’m silicone with two holes.
“Dude, I think he’s in pain,” Finn says, bringing his face closer to mine, trying to meet my eyes.
Bless his stupid, soft heart.
“He’s fine,” Grant says, using my hips as handles to bounce me off his cock. “You hurting, doll?”
I stare at the wall.
“See? Made for it.”
He finds a rhythm that’s too rough and too fast, lifting my hips and snapping up to meet them. My weight works against me, gravity fucking me as much as he is because every time I come down, I sink deeper onto his rod. Every bounce makes my cock twitch. Every slam brings more drool out of my slit.
