“What?” Dylan turned away from Ryker and looked at him.
“Meeting us?” August clarified.
Steve held his breath as he waited for the answer.
Dylan snorted. “No. Not at all.”
Steve exhaled, while next to him August and Ryker did the same.
They sat quietly for a few more moments, the silence comfortable, and after a while Steve could feel his knot start to shrink. Dylan tried to keep the load Steve had pumped into him inside, but his battered hole was not up to the task. It didn’t take long before he was leaking come and making a mess of Steve’s balls and the front of his pants.
Steve pushed him forward, lifting up and shuffling forward so that he could lower Dylan down to his stomach.
When Dylan was in position, Steve held him by his waist and pulled his cock free. Dylan’s hole protested the passage of his knot – his anal ring resisting the width of Steve’s still considerable girth – but after a moment, Steve came free with an obscene sounding plop.
Sitting back on his haunches, his cock wet and dripping over his thigh, Steve stared down at Dylan’s hole.
It was beautiful. Red and raw, Dylan’s sphincter was stretched wide open, showing off his come-drenched insides and refusing to close.
The opening was the size of a quarter, and Steve couldn’t help pushing two fingers inside and twisting them around.
Dylan let out a grunt, involuntarily clenching down on Steve’s fingers. His insides felt hot and deliciously wet.
“His hole looks so good after it’s been fucked,” August said, moving to sit next to Steve. He grabbed Dylan’s cheek in a meaty fist and gave it a slap. “Beautiful.”
Ryker climbed off the bed and stripped off his clothes, tossing them into the corner and grabbing the lube.
“Are we going to sleep?” Dylan asked, resting his chin in the crook of his arm and looking at him.
Ryker grinned, holding up the lube.
“Sleep? No, we’re not going to sleep. It’s time for round two.” Ryker squeezed a big squirt of lube into the palm of his hand and lubed up his cock. He climbed up on the bed, nudging Steve out of the way and taking his place. “Are you ready?”
Steve scooted to the side, watching as Ryker pulled Dylan up to his hands and knees and got him into position.
“Hold on a second,” Dylan said, shifting. Ryker held still, the tip of his cock resting on Dylan’s lower back, and waited for permission to start. “Okay, I’m ready.”
Ryker slid his cock down Dylan’s crack, aiming his plump cockhead at Dylan’s gaping hole, letting it rest against his stretched open rim. He shifted his grip to Dylan’s waist, Dylan’s hole opening up around his glans, and shifted his stance a little. He then pulled Dylan back on his cock, impaling him one slow inch at a time.
Dylan moaned, his thighs trembling as Ryker filled his hole with his cock. When he was all the way inside, Ryker pushed Dylan flat down on the bed, lying down on top of him, and wrapped his arm around his throat.
Compared to Dylan’s slim frame under him, Ryker looked huge. Like a hulking beast.
“You feel so good,” Ryker said, his voice a low growl. He tightened his arm, Dylan’s throat trapped in the crook of his elbow. “Are you ready to show Steve how you like to be fucked?”
Dylan lifted his hands and grabbed at Ryker’s arm, clutching his muscular forearm and breathing hard.
Steve moved further down the bed so that he could watch his face, August following on Dylan’s other side.
“I’m ready,” Dylan gasped, already sounding wrecked. Ryker lifted his hips and pulled his cock half way out. He looked up, meeting Steve and August’s faces with a wolfish grin, and slammed his hips down.
Steve watched in awe as Ryker drilled his cock into Dylan’s hole, setting a punishing rhythm right from the start, fucking into his hole like a jackhammer.
Ryker squeezed Dylan’s throat, cutting off every third or fourth breath, making him gasp for air and clutching the arm cutting off his breath with white knuckled fingers.
The sound of Ryker’s hips hitting Dylan’s ass filled the room, mixing with the sounds of Dylan’s gasps and Ryker’s little grunts of pleasure each time he bottomed out. Steve watched with bated breath, his previously softening cock back to full hardness as he watched his alpha wreck their omega.
After a while, Ryker slammed his hips home and came to a stop, shooting his load into Dylan’s hole. He tightened his arm around Dylan’s throat, cutting off his breath as he lowered the full weight of his body down on top of the omega, rotating his cock and grinding his knot into Dylan’s hole.
