“Please,” Seth said.
“I dunno,” Kaydon said.
Seth could feel his skin getting red. Feel the blood rushing to the surface. “Please fuck this needy slut.”
“You want your hole filled?” Adria said, and Seth almost came.
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered.
Bryson was there, pressing against his already abused hole. His thrust into him was quick and Seth pressed into Adria’s cunt. He could taste her arousal. Feel her wetness growing.
“Fuck, Killer, you sure you have room for both of us?” Bryson said. “You are still so tight.”
Bryson didn’t wait for a response before adding a finger. Then right away, he added two and three.
“Ride me, Seth,” Bryson said.
And Seth pressed into Bryson. Rocking back and forth, fucking Bryson’s dick and fingers. Desperately chasing his edge. All the while moving his tongue along Adria’s soft center and enjoying the sounds she gave him.
“Stop,” Bryson said.
Seth stilled.
Bryson pulled back, removing his fingers, and now Seth felt Kaydon at his entrance.
“Fuck, Killer, I’m going to come just watching you shake under me,” Kaydon said.
More cold lube was added, and Seth enjoyed the reprieve it gave him.
Then Bryson pushed in, followed by the tip of Kaydon.
Adria’s hands pressed Seth closer into her. “I’m close, Seth, you’re doing so well. Keep going. Show me how much you want to please me.”
For a second, Kaydon and Bryson drifted away and all Seth focused on was her and making her beautiful pussy come.
But when Kaydon pushed in further, Seth was brought violently back into the room. Crying into Adria, he tried to reconcile the feelings that were growing inside of him.
On one hand his brain said this isn’t going to work. There isn’t space. But on the other hand, his body screamed for more contact.
More connection.
And his soul felt so good, being in the hands of everyone he had ever loved.
“You are doing so well,” Adria said, her voice soft and only for him.
“Taking your brothers. Such a good boy.”
Her words were like a balm on his skin. He melted around her. He knew he wasn’t giving her the attention she deserved, but she was with him. Just like in the shower.
“Look at me, Seth,” she said, and he raised his head.
Propping himself on his forearms, Seth felt his brothers adjust behind him.
Kaydon’s hands were on his body, and Bryson’s hands were on his hips. Adria’s face was in front of him. Her cheeks flushed. Her breathing heavy.
“You are so beautiful,” she said, her green eyes finding his.
Kaydon and Bryson rocked behind him in unison, and he felt the pair thrust into him, stretching him impossibly wider.
