“Did you nearly come undone, honey?”
Rue couldn’t speak with how dry his mouth was as he panted, but he gave the unrepentant man a hard stare that did nothing when they both knew how much he loved being taken apart like this.
“Come on, honey. Let's give Monty his reward for all his hard work opening up that tight hole of yours.” As Kendrick spoke, he moved behind Rue. Next thing he knew, large hands slipped under his armpits, hooking to lift him up the bed.
He groaned at Kendrick’s cock branding his butt cheek before he found himself plonked onto the bed, his feet dangling off the end. Monty scampered on, straddling Rue’s thighs as Kendrick moved out of the way. Used to having Kendrick do this to him, the difference in weight and size was very noticeable. It took Rue a few seconds to adjust and figure it wasn’t bad, just different.
“Lube, I need lube.” Monty’s demand brought a chuckle from Kendrick.
“Bossy top, I like it.”
Rue groaned and shoved his face into the closest pillow, his thighs tensed to stop the hard pulse of desire causing his cock to leak when humping the bed would give him the friction to make him come. He didn’t want that. Fucking hell no, he wanted what Kendrick promised.
Monty crowded over Rue’s back, his damp skin rubbing against Rue’s as he whispered, “All the times I watched Kendrick fuck you, I imagined what it would be like to feel your ass squeeze my cock.” When Rue twisted his head to meet Monty’s mischievous gaze, Monty’s lips pressed against the rim of his ear, and he could smell his own musky scent. “I want it so tight that you leave an imprint on my cock, do you hear me?”
“I fucking sure as hell do,” Kendrick rumbled, lube landing next to Rue’s head.
Monty released a sexy purr and picked up the lube. “Good, ‘cause I’m gonna squeeze you as tight as Rue does to me.”
Rue’s groans became pained, the same as Kendrick’s. His heated gaze met Rue’s. “Rue, you up for the challenge?”
Was he? Right then, he wasn’t sure with how aroused he was. He’d be fucking lucky to last ten seconds when Monty got hisdick inside him. Except he nodded because these were his men, and he’d do anything for them.
Anything, even if it meant embarrassing himself.
A wiggling Monty moved off, and Rue eagerly spread his legs. The pillow muffled his moan as slick, nimble fingers slipped between his butt cheeks, zeroing in on his asshole, and air hissed through his gritted teeth at the gentle probing.
“I don’t need to be stretched,” he grunted as the finger sank deep, hitting his prostate in an electrifying move that had him right back on the edge, looking down into a pleasure oblivion.
“I’m in charge,” Monty rasped sexily. One finger became two, and Rue scrabbled to think of something, anything that would give him a distraction when his hips gyrated, seeking more. Needing something bigger in his ass.
“You look so beautiful, both of you.” Kendrick sounded punch drunk and Rue moved his head to glance in his direction, seeing him climb on the bed and slide behind Monty. “Lift up, sweet cheeks.”
Monty continued to thrust his fingers into Rue’s ass even as he came forward and lifted his ass into the air for Kendrick. They looked like train cars all lined up, just with a small one in the middle. Rue couldn’t see from his angle what the bear was doing behind Monty, but he knew how thorough Kendrick was when fucking.
Noises of pure filth poured from Monty, yet he didn’t become deterred from prepping Rue, who was thrusting to meet Monty’s every touch.
“Need… more… need… more,” he pleaded as the telltale tingling at the base of his tailbone started again, zinging through his ass and under his balls, drawing them tight. He buried his head into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, rocking and pleading.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” The words ran into each other as the fingers slipped free and hands gripped his hips tugging himup and back until he felt the pressure of slick skin rub against his hole.
“Push out,” Monty gasped breathlessly, clearly as affected by whatever Kendrick was doing to him.
Rue did as he was told, too far gone to wait any longer. He needed to come in the worst way. He felt the welcome stretch making his toes curl and his cock throb. One touch to his dick and he’d go off like a detonator. Monty wasn’t as patient as Kendrick, but then he wasn’t as big either. The second the head was past the protective rim of muscle, he slammed home. A good solid six inches of hard cock.
“Mother of gods,” Rue sobbed out in relief when Monty didn’t wait and thrust like his life depended on it.
“That’s it, squeeze my cock.” Monty’s voice was wrecked.
Rue’s cock bounced, the air brushing over the head was torment when it gave him no relief. He went to slide a hand under him, only for Kendrick to stop him. “No, honey, that’s our job.”
He muttered a curse between the groans, moans and whimpers at the pounding his ass was getting. He tilted his hips, and Monty hit his prostate dead on. Pounded on it until Rue lost any ability to think beyond the need to come. The whooshing in his ears was all he could hear as his back arched. His ass clamped tightly, yet Monty continued to pulverize it. Sudden weight pushed him into the mattress, the air leaving his lungs. Monty mewled in broken whimpers, but he didn’t stop, forcing the cum right out the end of Rue’s cock in painful spurts as it rubbed against the cotton sheet. The force was all Kendrick, except Monty was unrelenting. What did it matter who was fucking him through the mattress when it was the best sex of his life?
White spots danced before his eyes, spasms of pain-pleasure coming with each forceful jerk and splatter on the bed beneathhim until he lay limp and exhausted. His brain switched off much the same as him turning off a light.
Sounds of murmuring infiltrated past the sexual haze he’d drifted into—more likely passed out cold from—and Rue realized two things at once. He was lying on his back, not his front, in a wet patch, and someone had cleaned him up.
He squinted in the direction of the voices, the lamplight making his eyes water.
