The profanity came out of Katt in a low, broken stream as Marcus found his rhythm, each thrust a little harder than the last, rocking Katt forward on his hands. Then the wet heat of Mickey’s mouth was suddenly gone from his cock, and Mickey was moving beneath him, boneless and quick. Spinning himself around, he slid up until his face was directly below Katt’s, his arms looping up around Katt’s neck and pulling him down until their foreheads touched and their mouths met. Mickey’s lips were slightly swollen and tasted of Katt.
Then Marcus’s slick hand wrapped around Katt’s cock, stroking lube down his shaft in one slow pull, and Katt broke the kiss with a sharp inhale. Mickey’s thighs climbed his hips, ankles locking at the small of his back, and the shift in angle brought the head of Katt’s cock raking slowly down through the cleft of Mickey’s ass until it caught—soft resistance, a tight heat radiating outward. Katt went very still. Mickey’s eyes were open, watching him from an inch away, blue and unblinking and asking something of him without words. Katt swallowed hard against the wild hammering in his chest.
“Fuck me, Katt,”Mickey breathed against his lips, barely a whisper, his fingers curling into the back of Katt’s neck, his thighs flexing against Katt’s flanks.“I want to feel you inside me so bad.”
Katt felt the blunt head of his cock catch against Mickey’s hole—then Marcus thrust forward, and the decision was made for him. The tight heat swallowed him inch by inch, impossibly snug, gripping him in a way that wrung a sound out of him he didn’t recognize as his own voice. He had never felt anything like it. He pushed the rest of the way in without meaning to, his whole body shuddering at the sensation of being buried to the hilt in Mickey while Marcus was buried to the hilt in him.
“Fuck—” Katt’s voice came out wrecked, his hips stuttering forward on instinct, burying himself deeper.
Mickey arched his back off the mattress, a high, cracked sound tearing from his throat.“Marcus…”he gasped, his nails raking down Katt’s back.“Fuck him into me… and don’t… stop.”
Marcus moved. Each thrust shoved Katt forward and deeper into Mickey, the force of it compounding—Katt’s cock grinding against Mickey’s walls every time Marcus’s hips smacked his ass, the thick drag of Marcus’s cock across his prostate syncing with the wet clench of Mickey around him until the pleasure stopped being two things and became one continuous, building pressure.
Katt dropped his open mouth to Mickey’s throat, tasting sweat, feeling his pulse hammering there as he started to fuck back—meeting Marcus, driving into Mickey, the rhythm finding itself without thought.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck…”Katt gasped hard against Mickey’s scalding flesh. “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum… fuck… fuck…”
Marcus’s chest was flush against his back, sweat-slicked and scorching, each thrust driving Katt forward into Mickey’s clenching heat, Marcus’s cock punching deep, dragging back, punching deeper—relentless, merciless, the thick stretch of him splitting Katt open in a way that made his eyes roll, and his mouth fall slack. The wet, filthy sound of it filled the studio—skin on skin, slick and uninhibited—and Katt’s hole clenched greedily around him, desperate to keep him buried there.
“Cum for us,”Marcus panted against the nape of his neck.“We want you to cum first.”Marcus shoved in harder, grinding the spot, and Katt bit back a scream.
“Huh-uuhh-huuuh-huuh!”Katt’s hips snapped forward, driving his cock to the hilt inside Mickey’s clenching heat, his thighs trembling as the first pulse of cum tore through him. “Fuck—Fuck—” His voice broke into a raw, guttural cry, his spine arching as his cock jerked violently, spilling thick ropes of cum deep into Mickey’s ass. The heat of it, the wet, clinging grip of Mickey’s walls sucking him—it sent shockwaves through his body, his muscles locking, his breath hitching in his throat as he emptied himself inside him, filling him until it dripped from where they were joined.
Mickey’s back arched more sharply, his nails digging into Katt’s shoulders as his own orgasm ripped through him. His cock jerked between them, splattering thick, pearly strands across Katt’s stomach, his own, their chests—hot and slick, the scent of it sharp in the air. His hole fluttered wildly around Katt’s cock, milking him for every last drop.
“Uh-uh-uuuhhh!!”Marcus’s rhythm stuttered, his fingers digging bruises into Katt’s hips as he bottomed out one final time, burying himself to the root. Katt felt the thick swell of the boy’s cock inside him, the heat of his release flooding his ass, filling him until it dripped down his thighs. The sensation was overwhelming—Mickey’s cum cooling on his skin, Marcus’s cock twitching inside him, his own cock still buried in Mickey’s tight, cum-slicked heat.
Katt’s body shuddered, his hips jerking forward in short, erratic thrusts as the last of his orgasm wrung itself out of him. Marcus rode him through it, his breath hot against Katt’s neck, his cock still buried deep. Katt rocked forward one last time, grinding his hips against Mickey’s, his spent cock slipping free with a slick, wet sound. Marcus’s release dripped downhis thighs, thick and warm, as he collapsed forward, his chest pressing Katt into Mickey’s trembling body. Mickey’s thighs trembled around Katt’s waist, his fingers clawing at Katt’s back, his breath coming in ragged gasps against his shoulder.
The three of them went down together, a slow collapse of tangled limbs and sweat-damp skin. Katt ended up on his back, one of the twins breathing hard against each shoulder, their combined heat pressing in from both sides. The ceiling swam above him. He could feel his pulse in places he hadn’t known could pulse.
He turned his head, his lips dragging through damp hair—Marcus, by the smell of him—and let his eyes drift, unfocused, across the soft wreckage of the bed, past the cameras and crew, until something snagged them.
Samson.
The big man gazed at the three of them, a mix of affection and heat in his eyes.
Though his body was drained of strength and fluids, Katt wanted the man—wanted toexperiencewhat only Samson could provide.
The man came to the bed, wrapped in the soft white robe with nothing underneath. His immense erection was more than the garment could conceal, and protruded through the slit in the robe, bobbing hypnotically with each step he took.
When he drew near, Marcus moved to the other side of Katt with Mickey, and Samson lay in his spot, on his side, his elbow propping him up as he looked down at Katt.
“You were wonderful.” He stroked Katt’s cheek and the line of his jaw, his eyes darting to the twins. “All three of you.” He leaned forward and kissed Marcus and Mickey. “You boys took great care of him. I’m proud of you.”
His praise delighted the boys, as Katt suspected it always did whenever Samson complimented them. They clearly adored the big man.
Samson traced his thumb along Katt’s lower lip—slowly, deliberately, as though memorizing the shape of it—then lowered his mouth to his, the kiss beginning soft before deepening into something that pulled a low sound from Katt’s chest and sent heat pooling back into places he’d thought wrung dry.
“Rest,” Samson breathed against his lips. “Catch your breath.” His broad hand slid down Katt’s stomach, unhurried, and wrapped around his shaft with a loose, easy grip, stroking in long, patient pulls until the flesh began to thicken and fill in his fist. “And then…” He pressed his lips to the corner of Katt’s jaw, his breath warm there. “…it’s our turn.”
Gideon considered informing Katt that he had a visitor, but watching the young man lying there between Samson and the twins in pure bliss, experiencing something he hadn’t known he needed… Gideon kept the information to himself. He refused to ruin this moment for Katt, and the boy knowing about his visitor might very well do just that.
The visitor could wait.
Katt and the twins took a leisurely shower together, washing each other with a thoroughness that revived their erections. Katt suspected that Marcus and Mickey were preparing him for Samson, getting his blood flowing again to all the right places. It was working.
With as much as he desired Samson, Katt remained nervous about that moment of truth when the man actuallyimpaledhim. His anxiety must have shown through, because the twins began to reassure him that Samson was a gentle giant and would take care with him and not hurt him.
