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I nodded desperately. Jess was shuddering, her head thrown back in ecstasy as Manson forced another beautiful orgasm out of her. I wanted — no, I fuckingneededto come. I was more than willing to abandon every shred of pride if it would only convince Lucas to sink that thick cock inside me.
Lucas straightened, still probing his finger into me as he wiped his chin. “Lower him down a bit, Vince.” His finger pressed deeper when he saw my expression. “Aw, what’s wrong? Scared? Good. You should be.”
Vince left me and the chain clicked, lowering me several inches so I was suspended on an even level with Lucas’s hips. His jumpsuit was open, his cock was out, and he stroked himself slowly, tapping his head against me. The piercing glinted, and I stared, wishing I didn’t feel so damnhelpless. I couldn’t move other than to tense my muscles and shake.
Vincent passed him a bottle of lube. He spread it over himself and dripped even more of it on me. Pleading words they couldn’t understand were still pouring out of me, and they increased in pitch and volume as he lined himself up with ass.
“Easy, babe, deep breaths,” Vincent said, supporting my head, almost holding me. Lucas pressed in, so damntight. The unusual bump of his piercing was obvious immediately. I closed my eyes, because it was all so much — the sights, the smells, the sounds surrounding me.
I almost came from the feeling of Lucas filling me up.
“Hey, open your eyes.” Lucas’s hand tapped my face, and I opened. He’d buried himself in me up to the hilt. Seeing him stand there between my legs with his tattooed chest bare, his jumpsuit unzipped, grinning at me like he won something...it made my head spin. “Don’t you close your eyes. I want you to look at me.” He thrust into me, and I nearly closed my eyes again.
Not that he felt all that different from Vincent. Different size, different technique, and the piercing — yeah, that was different. I’d been fucked by people besides Vincent, but I hadn’t been fucked byLucas. He was the person my younger, semi-closeted self had been so damn afraid of — not only because he was a capable fighter, or frighteningly sadistic, or mercilessly blunt. He was fucking sexy. He was this vicious, feral, unabashedly filthy man who knew what he wanted and how to take it.
He knew what he wanted from me. And God, as he fucked me, I wasn’t sure if I’d survive. It felt too good, ithurttoo good. Lucas fucked hard, brutally. Vincent was holding my face and praising me, and Jess was watching me with such a blissed-out expression...
Vincent pulled her panties out of my mouth, telling me, “Don’t hold your breath. Scream if you have to.”
I hadn’t even realized I was. But with my mouth freed, so was my tongue.
“Fuck, Lucas, please, I need...fuck, that’s going to make me come, please let me come, please —”
“Yeah? You want to come?” Lucas squeezed my face as he curled over me, one hand still hooked around my thigh as he impaled me again and again. “Keep begging for it, then.”
God, I wanted him to touch me. I wantedso fucking badlyto feel his hand on me. I kept begging, a useless and almost indiscernible stream of words pouring out of my mouth.
I tried to keep my eyes on him, but Jess was impossible not to look at. Manson used the vibrator to make her come yet again, and she was shaking so hard that tears streamed down her face. My cock slapped against my stomach, the force of Lucas’s thrusts as he drove into me almost enough to make me sob.
“Please —” I wasn’t sure who I was begging anymore. Lucas, Vincent, Manson...hell, anyone who would offer me relief. “Give me permission to come, please, please, please —”
My punished skin stung as Lucas’s hips slapped against me. In stark contrast, Vincent gently kissed my cheek, still comfortingly holding my head.
“You’re allowed to come, but he’s not going to stroke you,” he said. “Hands-free only.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Manson, please!” Jess suddenly cried out, but she couldn’t struggle, she could barely move. All she could do was hang there as Manson flicked the vibrator to a higher setting, using it in unison with his fingers as he pumped them into her. Arousal dripped from her, glistening, and I swear I ascended my body.
Lucas was bearing down on me, and the sounds I was making made him smile. “I want to see you come all over yourself,” he snarled. “Make a mess of yourself for me.”
I broke. My cock throbbed as I came, spurting cum across my stomach in thick white ribbons.
“That’s it, that’s what I like to see. Come all over yourself, slut.”
Vincent swiped up the cum and smeared it over my face, pushing his fingers into my mouth so I could taste myself. The way he smiled at me made my stomach feel hollow, the gentleness of his hands compared to Lucas’s brutality.
I looked at him and babbled on, stuttering and hiccupping on hitched breaths, saying, “Thank you, sir, thank you for letting me come, thank you for letting him use me, thank you —”
Lucas’s grip tightened painfully, possessively. He buried himself deep inside me as he came, growling viciously, “Fuck, that’s fucking perfect.”
