Miles shrugs, unbothered. “Best seat in the house.”
And Grant—God, Grant’sso fucking deep. I would be thinking about the biology of it if I were able to think at all.
“There’s our slut, taking my cock like a good little whore,” he says against the back of my neck. His hand slides up my stomach, fingers trailing up and wrapping around my throat. “Fuck, you’re made for this. Our dumb little fuck-doll spread out letting the whole house get off.”
My hole clenches around him so hard he groans.
I think I’d be able to get off on dirty talk alone, honestly.
“Yeah,” Grant says, sounding satisfied. “You love being used. Love being passed around.” He rolls his hips, grinding right against my prostate. “Prettiest little cumdump I’ve ever seen.”
“Shit, shit, shit—” Finn’s hips jerk against my fist, his sweaty forehead thumping my shoulder. “Bro I’m not gonna—I can’t—it’s too—”
Walker laughs, breathless. “Already?”
“It’s his hand, man, it’s—you don’t understand—”
“I’ve got the other one, dipshit.”
“Then you get it.”
“I’m not about to blow in twenty seconds.”
“You don’t know—” Finn’s hips snap forward, his dick throbbing in my palm as he lets out a pathetic, high-pitchedwhine that has no dignity in it at all. The guys are going to roast him for that for a decade. He rides it out through my fist, shuddering and swearing, and then his grip on my hand goes slack.
He slides off the couch onto the floor.
“That was like thirty seconds,” Miles says, passing him the joint.
“Best thirty seconds of my life.”
“That’s sad, man.”
It really is.
Grant’s been going this whole time, saying things against the back of my neck that are making my cock absolutely insane.
“Taking it so good. Such a good little fucktoy.” He rolls his hips, all the way in, and I feel every inch of it. “That’s what you’re for, isn’t it? You’re not one of the bros right now. You’re just our warm sleeve. Our personal cumrag.”
My cock is leaking a fucking river onto my thigh.
“Dude,” Walker says, watching it. “He’s gonna come hands-free again.”
“Let him,” Grant says, burying himself deep. “He can come whenever he wants. Won’t stop me from using this sweet little cunt until I’m done.”
Walker jacks himself in my hand for another minute, and then he goes “okay, yeah” in a tone that means he’s right on the edge. He lets go of my hand, and climbs up onto the back of the couch, aiming his flushed, swollen meat right at my eyes.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Grant says, pulling us both back an inch.
“Almost done, bro.”
“Get your dick outta my face.”
“It’s his face, not yours.”
“It’s in my eyeline.”
“Then look the other way, man.”
