Behind me, Owen’s fingers dug into my ass as he spread me open, holding me with a grip that guaranteed to bruise—not that I wanted it any other way. I wanted the promise of feeling him tomorrow. His pace matched Ares’s, each snap of his hips forcing me forward to gag around Ares’s girth. His thick cock stroked that magic spot with every deep pass and drewdesperate, needy sounds from me. My dick ached as it brushed against the cool leather, fully hard and leaking streaks of precum across the fabric. I couldn’t imagine coming again, but I was already so close that my body hummed deliciously from the attention.
“You take us both so goddamn well,” Ares praised, his thumb brushing away tears from my lower lashes. “That’s right… keep your eyes on me, pretty boy. Let me see what you look like gagging on my cock.”
The words ignited like fire in my core, sinful and dirty in a way I never knew I craved.
“Do you like it when he talks to you like that?” Owen asked, his voice strained with tension. His fingers kneaded lightly into my ass. My response was impossible to get out around Ares’s dick—a garbled moan around his shaft—but my body did all the talking I needed. “The way this perfect ass clenched around my cock tells me you do.”
Pleasure coiled around my spine in a vise. I was impossibly hot, my body slick with sweat and trembling. Pinned between them, I was lost in the rhythm. Owen’s grip dragged me back on his cock relentlessly while Ares’s hand in my hair pulled me right back onto his length, my throat opening wider with each shared thrust.
Their praises filtered through the haze in my mind, little whispers that only amplified my arousal.
“Such a good boy… taking us so well.”
“So goddamn pretty on our cocks.”
“You feel so good.”
“Fucking perfection, pretty boy.”
I was floating, suspended in a place where I was completely theirs to simultaneously use and worship. My senses sang, overwhelmed by them—the cool texture of the leather under my chest and forearms, my body sliding easily between them, myobscene groans and gags loud in my ears. My heart raced wildly in my chest as I shuddered with desperation, my every nerve on fire. Pleasure spiked through me at an almost unbearable rate as my dick leaked on the couch, and Owen’s balls tapped against mine with every thrust into my ass.
Owen’s tempo picked up, sending me jolting forward harder onto Ares’s cock. The crown battered the back of my throat on repeat as Ares’s groans deepened, and his hips stuttered faintly. His fist tightened just a fraction in my hair, and his cock swelled thicker as his vein pulsed hot on my tongue.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, “can you feel what you’re doing to me, pretty boy? I’m right there.”
“Are you going to take our cum like a good boy?” Owen rasped, his restraint audibly fraying with every passing moment. His pace staggered as it turned brutal, every snap full of his own need for release.
I made a pathetic and loud sound around Ares’s cock. I wanted that. I wanted their cum filling me. I wanted to taste Ares and feel Owen dripping out of my ass when we were done. The vibration down his shaft sent him over the edge, and he pulled back a fraction. Hot cum spilled across my tongue in spurts, flooding my mouth. I swallowed fast to keep up, but the angle sent excess dripping into my beard in warm trails.
“Fuck, you look so pretty covered in my cum,” Ares murmured as he stroked himself through it, milking the last drops onto my waiting tongue. I hummed with the praise as I licked and sucked the crown of his cock.
Owen’s fingers bit into the curves of my hips, and he buried himself as deep inside me as he could. Holding me roughly in place, his cock jerked as he came in hot, heavy pulses. Warmth spread through my core like liquid fire, stealing the breath from my lungs, and cum spilled out around his base. It trickled hot down my ass and over my balls. I felt the way it dripped downmy own shaft, and the sensation sent me over the edge. My body spasmed almost violently between them as my cock twitched erratically against the couch, my untouched orgasm ripping free in shuddering waves. Cum splattered against the armrest and puddled on the leather cushion I knelt on. My eyes damn near rolled back in my head while my breath caught hard in my chest with the sudden rush.
“Look at you, pretty boy, coming again for us,” Ares praised. He pulled back completely, leaving my mouth empty and giving me room to gasp. My head fell forward as I attempted to catch my breath. Every inch of my body buzzed pleasantly and melted against the couch, my mind wonderfully empty.
CHAPTER 09
Liam
Sated didn’t even begin to cover it. I was adrift in a warm haze, my body humming blissfully after two orgasms. It didn’t matter that I had cum dripping down my thighs or puddling at my knees. I melted against the armrest with my limbs heavy.
“Easy, Liam,” Owen said. He smoothed his palm down my spine, and the simple contact on my sensitive skin made me squirm. Their touches lingered—Ares’s fingers brushing through my hair and Owen’s hands on my back—as I worked to calm my breathing.
“How are you feeling?” Ares asked. Oh, what a loaded question that was. I didn’t have the words to verbalize how I felt. I just nodded as a slow, lazy grin curled my lips, making him chuckle. “Good.”
“Ares is going to get cleaned up and make something for you to eat,” Owen told me. Wait what? They were feeding me? I frowned slightly as I glanced back at him, and he smiled in reassurance. “We’re here to take care of you, Liam—allof you—which is why Ares is going to put together something for you to eat while I put you in a hot shower to clean you up and decompress.”
That sounded nice. Unexpected but nice. No one had ever done anything like that for me, so I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it.
“Okay,” I replied softly.
The leather creaked slightly as Owen slid off the couch and offered me a hand. I let him pull me up, and his arm wrapped loosely around my middle when my legs shook slightly. While he held me upright, my gaze drifted back to the couch—more like I stared at the puddle of cum I’d left behind and how it trickled in between the cushions.
Ares’s hand grabbed my jaw, and he forced my attention right back to him. The intensity in his dark eyes made me blush. Why? I wasn’t really sure, but I did.
“If you even think about cleaning up that couch, pretty boy, I’m going to bend you over it and spank you,” Ares said before I could say anything. A sheepish smile overtook my face. That was exactly what I was going to suggest I do. It was my mess after all.
“You can’t threaten him with a good time,” Owen cut in.
