Rue released a curse, but did as he was told, his left arm tensing when Kendrick continued. “Monty kneel behind Rue and thread the leather up between his spread thighs. Rue grasp it and don’t let go. We wouldn’t want Monty coming too soon.”
Monty's hands got tugged up, bringing them closer to Rue’s balls, and having to follow, his face was barely inches from the ass he was about to play with.
Perfect.
“Do you remember the first night you were both in here?”
“How could I forget,” Monty whimpered. In the position he was in, he could twist to glance at Kendrick, but his focus was on the ass in front of him. Monty fidgeted closer to the man who visibly tensed.
Rue’s head hung between shoulders, which rose and fell in quick succession, then he released a self-conscious whimper.
A feverish light in his eyes, Kendrick came forward to get a better view. “What’s Monty doing to you, Rue?” He could see, but he wanted Rue to tell him.
“Smells sexy and edible,” Monty mumbled, his face pressed into the crack of Rue’s ass before Rue could reply to Kendrick. Monty trembled and didn’t wait to be told what to do next.
“Arggghhh… f-fuck… d-damn…” Rue stammered, coming up on his toes, his calves straining as he lifted his ass higher, encouraging Monty to move that frisky tongue of his.
“Eager, Monty, for a taste of our honey?” Kendrick rasped through the tightness of his throat at the sight of Monty's neck arching back, his chin pushing under Rue’s balls to get his tongue to Rue’s asshole without the use of his hands to pry the cheeks apart.
Rue’s ass was a thing of beauty, perfect round globes of firmness.
Monty made a noise that could have been assent as his tongue tickled Rue’s hole, teasing it with small, measured swipes. By now, Rue’s legs were so wide Kendrick could see them straining as his ass cheeks parted for Monty.
“Is he tickling your hole, honey? I can see it fluttering. Do you want him to go deeper? Monty, spear that pretty hole open.”
Rue mewl-growled, his legs trembling as he worked to hold the position. The hand gripping the leather strap landed on the bed, forcing Monty to shove his face into Rue’s ass.
Seeing he could suffocate Monty, who didn’t seem that worried with the muffled slurping noises, Kendrick demanded, “Rue, lift the hand holding the belt off the bed.”
It took several seconds and Kendrick asking again to get him to comply. Rue’s asshole glistened with spit, the pink rim relaxed enough for Monty to jab at it and his tongue to sink in effortlessly.
Both men were sheened in sweat, gleaming in the lamplight and looking the picture of debauchery. Their lewd noises were their own aphrodisiac as Kendrick’s gaze remained riveted on the pair.
“That’s it, Monty, open up that sweet hole. Get him ready to take your cock. And when you're balls deep, I’m gonna fuck you so hard I’ll feel Rue come.”
Rue made a pained noise. Monty’s was a more garbled gasp, his body reacting to the idea. More pre-cum dripped over Monty’s thighs, which shone with his desire. Monty hadn’ttopped Rue, but he’d made a passing comment that suggested he’d enjoy sandwiching between them, with Rue under him.
Their reaction was enough to have Kendrick shaking from the strength of the pulse thundering through his veins at just how much he wanted this.
Chapter Thirty
Rue
“Monty is going to fuck the cum right out of you.” Kendrick was right next to him. When he’d moved, Rue couldn’t say, not with Monty eating his ass with such enthusiasm. Kendrick’s lips brushed his ear as he growled, “While I’ll do the same to Monty, so he can fill your ass full of cum. Breed you until you’re ours.”
Oh, Goddess, don’t come. Don’t fucking cum.He wanted it so bad. Whereas his rhino half was in a muddy wallow state, blissed out to the point of giving zero fucks at being topped by an omega.
The air was thick with the scent of their lust, and Rue couldn’t get enough air inside him to make the band constricting his chest release. His whole body trembled with how taut his innards were. There was nothing he could do about it with the tongue taking him apart while the dirty talk held him right on the precipice. He wanted to leap off, yet he battled with fiber in him, desperate for the pleasure to continue. To never end.
His fingers slipped over the leather as he fought to hold back the desperation of needing to come. Once, Kendrick hadeaten him out and turned him into a gibbering mess. This was more intense with Monty’s over the top enthusiasm; it was destroying him. The jabs were precise, spearing into his hole, Monty widened and wiggled his tongue until Rue felt the burn, then he’d withdraw and lap at the quivering muscle. The delicate tonguing was maddening with how the nerves danced under Monty’s clever mouth. Then came the damn sucking, which sent the maddening desire swirling through his sack, right to the tip of his cock. Agonizing pleasure!
“How deep is Monty? Is he hitting that secret spot, driving you wild, honey?”
Rue’s head lifted with effort to glance at the unrepentant man tormenting him, and he begged, “S-stop… c-can’t take a-anymore.” He gritted his teeth together at the next full body shudder wracking through him from head to toe when Monty’s tongue did indeed meet his prostate. Most definitely spurred on by Kendrick.
Rue’s cock jerked hard enough his eyes crossed and his arm gave out, his face mashing into the bedcovers. The slippery leather fell from his hand in the urgency to grab his balls and tug hard enough to make his eyes water. He heaved into the covers, eyes closing as tremors ran through him at gaining a small semblance of control. But for how long, who the fuck knew.
The tongue disappeared from his ass, and he received a stinging blow, forcing him to lift his head. He sucked in one ragged breath after another, his swimming vision forcing him to realize he was oxygen deprived.
