“Oh fuck!” I cried out, caught between them. Every time Eli pushed forward, he drove me deeper into Kris. When he pulled back, Kris would sink down, taking me to the root.
“Move,” I begged. “Someone please fucking move.”
Kris started riding me with enthusiasm that made up for technique. Too fast at first, then finding a rhythm when I guided his hips. “That's it,” I murmured. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Take what you need.”
“It's so good,” Kris babbled. “Better than I imagined. You're hitting that spot—oh fuck, right there!”
Each thrust from Eli pushed me deeper into Kris. Each of Kris's downward movements pushed me back onto Eli. I could feel everything—Eli's cock stretching me open, hitting my prostate with every thrust. Kris's tight heat around my cock, clenching and releasing.
“Can't last,” Kris warned, his thighs shaking. “It's too much—”
“Then don't,” I said. “Cum for us, right now, on my cock.”
Eli wrapped his hand around Kris's erection, stroking him fast and rough. Kris lost it immediately, screaming as he came. His jizz painted my chest and face in thick ropes, his hole clenching around me so tight I saw stars.
The lights didn't just flicker. Two bulbs exploded. In the darkness, Kris actually glowed, soft silver light emanating from his skin.
“Holy shit,” Eli breathed, still fucking into me. “He's literally glowing.”
“Is that normal?” Kris asked, looking at his luminescent hands.
“Nothing about this is normal.” I clenched around Eli's cock. “But we're not done.”
Eli groaned and started fucking me harder, deeper. His thick cock stretched me wide, hit that spot with every thrust. “You feel so good. So fucking tight. Been wanting this for months.”
“Then take it,” I answered with a grunt. “Fuck me like you've wanted to.”
Eli pulled almost all the way out, just the thick head of his cock stretching my rim—then slammed back in. I cried out, my cock twitching inside Kris who was still impaled on me, oversensitive but not pulling off.
“I can feel it,” Kris gasped. “When he fucks you, I feel it through your cock. It's like… oh fuck, do that again!”
Eli did, setting a punishing pace. His cock was so thick, so long, reaching places inside me I'd forgotten existed. Each thrust pushed me deeper into Kris, who had started moving again, riding me despite having just orgasmed.
“Touch yourself again,” I told Kris. “Want to see you cum twice.”
“I can't. It's too soon—”
“You're supernatural,” Eli reminded him, reaching around to pinch Kris's nipples, making him cry out. “Different rules.”
Sure enough, Kris was hardening again, his ghostly recovery time apparently instant. He wrapped his hand around himself, stroking in time with our rhythm.
“Fuck, I'm close,” I warned. “Gonna cum, gonna…”
“Inside me,” Kris begged. “Want to feel it. Want you to fill me up.”
That did it. I came with a shout, pumping into Kris while Eli continued fucking me through it. The oversensitivity was intense, every nerve ending on fire.
“My turn,” Eli growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Gonna fill you up too. Gonna—fuck!”
He buried himself deep and came, his cock pulsing inside me. The sensation triggered another orgasm from Kris, who came all over my chest again, adding to the mess.
We collapsed in a pile, still connected, breathing hard despite one of us not technically needing to breathe.
“That was...” Kris started.
“Practice,” Eli finished with a wicked grin. “We've got until dawn.”
Chapter 4
