He held his shaft in place as I lowered onto him. I took my time, letting him fill me inch by delicious inch. Ares’s hands smoothed down my back and cupped my ass. His fingers kneaded into my flesh while his lips found the curve of my neck. The featherlight touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I moaned, my back arching into him. The action had me dropping completely on Owen’s dick and pulled a loud groan from him.
“Still so goddamn pretty on his cock,” Ares commented. His fingers drifted up my spine, eliciting a wiggle from me as my nerves lit up in response. They continued their track up my body until his fingers tangled in my hair. “Lean forward and let me stretch your ass to make room for me.”
The words shouldn’t have sounded as filthy and hot as they were. His grip tightened as he pushed me forward onto Owen, my body draping over his. Owen’s hands anchored on my hips while his mouth drifted up my neck and along my jaw in hot, open-mouth kisses. His teeth scraped against my skin in playful bites. My fingers gripped his shoulders for support as I steadied myself.
“Are you still at green, baby?” Owen asked softly.
“Yes,” I breathed out.
“Good. Focus on me, and let Ares work his magic.” His mouth claimed mine, and his tongue slid against my own. I melted into him as the taste of him consumed me. At this point, he was familiar and comforting—something I enjoyed and even craved. It made my mind float and my body buzz pleasantly.
The first press of Ares’s slick finger against my hole made me gasp into Owen’s mouth. He swallowed the sound as he kissed me deeper, and his thumbs stroked slow circles into my hip bones as if silently assuring me that he had me. Ares’s fingercircled my rim, testing my body’s resistance, before pushing it inside along Owen’s thick shaft.
The sensation was overwhelming. The fullness of Owen’s cock combined with the addition of just Ares’s finger had me whimpering and breaking the kiss. My forehead pressed against his as my breath came out in shallow pants.
“Breathe for us, pretty boy,” Ares ordered, his tone gentle. “Breathe and let me in. You can take more of me.”
I wasn’t sure I could take more. My ass was stretched wide around both of them—wider than anything I’d experienced.
“Focus on me,” Owen reiterated. “Focus on me, baby. You can take us.”
Ares added a second finger, scissoring them slowly as he worked that tight ring of muscles open wider. Every movement. Every twist. Every spread. I could feel all of it until my body was trembling as it adjusted. The lube made everything slick, but the stretch was immense. The deep burn building inside me bordered on pleasure and pain.
“That’s it… look how good you’re doing,” Ares said. The praise ignited low in my core, and my dick twitched from where it was trapped between my body and Owen’s. He worked his fingers deeper, curling and stretching, even as my muscles tried to desperately cling to Owen’s cock.
He fucked his fingers in and out of me at a consistent rate, slow but unwavering. My breath came faster as the pain gave way to endless waves of pleasure.
“Oh…fuck,” I managed to get out, my voice catching in my throat. Liquid heat pooled hot and fast in my core. Remaining still became impossible. I shifted my weight, letting the need for more drive my motions. The grind was slow and unsteady as I tried to find a rhythm while trapped between them—just something to relieve the urge threatening to ruin me.
“Do you know just how sexy you look,” Ares began, “as you fuck yourself on both of us, pretty boy?”
“Please,” I practically begged, though I didn’t quite know what I was begging for. I just needed more.
When Ares withdrew his fingers, I felt the absence acutely, my rim clenching around nothing but Owen. That sudden loss of fullness was disorienting but short-lived as the blunt pressure of the crown of his cock replaced his fingers. I froze, my breath catching in my lungs with anticipation. He didn’t push. He simply waited as his hands spread my asscheeks apart wider.
“Tell me when you’re ready, Liam,” Ares said.
I was ready—at least, I was almost certain I was ready—but the words were impossible to find. Owen’s fingers found my chin. The touch pulled my gaze to his, and he smiled.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he instructed. His lips brushed against my cheek and slowly drifted toward my mouth. As he did, his other hand wrapped around my dick. The contact pulled a loud moan from me. He stroked me in long, pointed passes designed to anchor me rather than rile me up. “Use your words like a good boy and tell Ares that you want his cock in your ass.”
“Please…”
“Please… what?” Owen prompted. “Let me hear you say it.”
“Please, fuck me, Ares,” I said.
“Anything you want, pretty boy,” Ares replied from behind me. His fingers dug into my skin as he gave the smallest of thrusts, enough to press his cock into that tight ring of muscles. The air punched out of my lungs at the intense sensation. He slid in alongside Owen’s cock, inch by excruciating inch. The walls of my ass stretched impossibly wide to accommodate both of them.
A broken sound escaped me as my eyes damn near rolled back in my head. The pressure was wildly overwhelming. My every nerve fired all at once, in tandem and all over the place. It wasas if my body forgot how to function. Ares stilled behind me, his hips flush to my ass, and he kissed the curve of my shoulder.
“Breathe, Liam,” Ares told me. “Just breathe.”
Except I couldn’t breathe. Even as the burn and pain faded into a demanding heat, I couldn’t find the air in my lungs. The feel of both of them inside me had me so wound up that I was ready to combust. I was suspended between their bodies—Owen’s warm chest against my front and Ares’s breath hot on the back of my neck. I completely lost my sense of self as I let it all take over me.
“Please, fuck me,” I gasped. “I need you to move… please, I need you to…”
I lost the words as Ares’s fingers tightened on my hips, and he withdrew slowly. The drag of his cock inside me made me moan—a sound that Owen echoed equally loud.
