Didn’t they understand?
His fractured thoughts left tears spilling down his cheeks. He attempted to think through the cloudiness of his mind, to figure how to get what his body needed. With how his body shook with need, sitting was impossible, never mind attempting to walk.
Then, feet pounded on the stairs. He whimpered, his blurry eyes clinging to the open doorway, willing them to him.
“What is it?” Kendrick demanded, coming to a skidding halt.
“What…” Rue cursed, “Fuck!” His gaze swept over Monty’s flushed body and erection, ripping the T-shirt off his body, it fell to the floor in ribbons. Shoving his joggers down his legs, he nearly tripped to get to the bed.
“Heat,” Monty rasped. “Heat.”
His eyes implored them both to get their asses on the bed and fuck him like he needed.
They hadn’t both had their dicks in him, but with how the need pounded into his brain to have them both at the same time, he was willing to try—desperate even.
The second Rue touched him, Monty was on him. They rolled on the bed until he was on top of the warm, naked body. It was almost too much, only his desire to mate was stronger. He ground his cock against hard muscles that rippled under him. His mouth attacked Rue’s in a carnal kiss that ripped at his sanity. He burned from the uncontrollable passion.
Monty’s skin flamed at the press of Kendrick's chest to his overheated body. Their combined scent drove the need to mate higher. Kendrick placed open-mouthed kisses up his throat to Rue’s mate mark and sucked on it.
It was as if it had a direct path to his womb and ass. Both contracted, and he begged unashamedly.
“Both fuck me… both fuck me… both fuck me… both fuck me…” he chanted between devouring kisses.
There were groans coming at him. Only one thing mattered, and that was the fingers probing his ass. He pushed back and down, never more wanton in his life. Monty would have sold his soul to get what he needed.
“Honey, we need to make sure we don’t hurt you.” The words floated about him, not penetrating past the craving.
“Both fuck me… both fuck me…”
Why wasn’t it happening?
He cried, working to signal his need when neither mate seemed to understand his desperation.
Clinging to Rue, the fingers in his ass were not nearly enough. He sobbed and kissed Rue mindlessly.
Needneedneed.
“Fuck, honey.”
He didn’t understand why Kendrick sounded pained when he was the one suffering. He rutted, rocking violently, seeking to fill the burning void consuming him from the inside.
His womb contracted harder than before and everything became a blur as his ass met cock and he mounted it unceremonially, releasing a crazed groan. He threw back his head, breathing erratically. It was better, but not enough,he needed more.
“Both fuck me… both fuck me,” he chanted, rocking on the cock in his ass, trying to make himself understood.
“He needs it, Kendrick.”
“What if I hurt him?”
“Hurting now,” Monty managed through the haze, desperate to make them see this was what he needed, or he’d simply fly apart into a million pieces and be no more.
“Honey, you need to hold still for me.” Kendrick’s hands soothed down his flanks, adding gentle pressure. His muscles rippled in agony. “Please, just for a few moments. Kiss Rue, concentrate on him for me.”
Rue's hands took hold of his head and angled it, then he was kissing him with the same mindlessness. He plastered himself against Rue, his tongue darting in between the full lips to taste, too desperate to have any kind of finesse. It was wet and wild. Rue then wrapped his arms around his upper body, holding him captive. Monty’s instincts kicked in and he fought to get what he wanted, then slumped against Rue when he felt Kendrick’s cock press against his already full ass.
Yesyesyesyesyesyes.
Pressure, it burned along every nerve ending in his body, and it still wasn’t enough. He needed it deeper. Harder. Needed to be so full that all he felt was his two mates and nothing else.
