Their Boy (The Game 2)

I didn’t know what to do with myself. Heat bled across my skin, and the sensations that surged up nearly bowled me over. So I turned to Lucas and tucked my head under his chin. I held him tightly, wishing he were under the duvet with me.

“I’m afraid all this is in my head,” I croaked. Fuck. I cleared my throat and swallowed back the emotions. “Are you even real? Happiness is kind of foreign—sorry.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Lucas wrapped his arm around me and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “If you’re half as happy to have met us as we are to have met you, we’re the lucky ones.”

He was wrong, of course.SevenFuzzy images of Lucas and Colt fucking me flooded my dreams with such vividness that I tried to reach for them. I squirmed and arched my back, feeling their hands and mouths on me. Fuck, I was hard again. I couldn’t get enough.

Please. More.

Colt rolled me onto my stomach and covered me with his sexy body. His breath tickled my neck. His hand roamed my side, his cock was nestled between my butt cheeks, and Jesus fucking Christ, I startled at the distinct realization that it wasn’t a dream at all.

“Easy, boy,” he whispered.

I gasped and pushed my ass against him. Sleep clung to the edges of my senses, but I didn’t pause to think about anything. I just knew what I had to have.

“I’m needy again,” I groaned into the pillow.

Colt rumbled a low growl and bit into my neck. “You’re testin’ my self-restraint, Kit. You don’t know how much I wanna hear you beg Daddy for cock.”

“Yes…I want to, Colt. I want to so badly.” I moaned mindlessly, only to be hushed.

“Don’t wake up Luke yet. Goddammit—you tempt me too much.”

I could’ve sworn Lucas was just—wait. I lifted my head from the pillow and blinked in the darkness. Oh. Right. Of course. That part had been the dream. Or, memories. They were memories from last night. They’d taken turns fucking me. A shiver rippled down my spine, and I swallowed dryly. They’d really taken me, both of them.

As if I needed another reminder, Colt chose that moment to swipe two lubed-up fingers between my ass cheeks and slide them inside. I sucked in a sharp breath and was momentarily overcome with the fiery soreness.

“Does it hurt?” He fingered me slowly, deeply, and placed kisses across my shoulder blades.

“Yeah,” I mumbled weakly. “But I want it. It feels good too, Sir.”

“That’s a good boy. I like it when you hurt for me.”

For Daddy.

He started pressing the blunt head of his cock into me, and I whimpered and did my best to relax. I felt strangely vulnerable, like my emotions weren’t far away, and I tried to shove that aside. It wasn’t the time. I could be a mushy idiot when Lucas and Colt had gone home.

I choked on a gasp as Colt pushed in all the way, and I pressed my face into the pillow again to muffle my sounds.

“It’ll pass, baby boy,” he whispered through clenched teeth. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He stayed buried within me and lowered himself over me to kiss my neck. “I couldn’t sleep without taking you again.”

Oh my God.

He held me for the longest time, only moving to drop soft kisses along my shoulders, and that was all it took to seduce the pain into a dance with the growing pleasure.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured. “You take me perfectly.”

“Hnngh…more, please…”

He smiled against my neck, then sucked lightly on the flesh. “Christ…you set me on fire, boy. Beg me again.”

“Fuck me,” I breathed out. “Please, Sir, fuck me.”

He hummed and did a slow roll of his hips, withdrawing a few inches while he slipped his hand between me and the mattress. Then he wrapped his fingers around my cock and gave it a downward stroke as he thrust deep inside me.

I moaned and pushed back.

“That’s it,” he said raggedly. “Wake up Lucas, sweetheart. Ask him if there’s anythin’ you can do for him.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Colt pulled me back to rest on all fours, and I took a shaky breath. At times, it felt like his cock was going to split me in half. But then…oh God, oh God, oh God, he shifted and caused the new angle to make me wanna scream in pleasure. My arms trembled, my legs shook, goose bumps rose all over. I couldn’t find focus for crap. I swallowed around a strangled moan and managed to nudge Lucas carefully.

“Lucas, Sir,” I whimpered.

“I think he’ll be happy if you wake him up with a sweet kiss.”

Yes, Sir.

I inched closer and winced when Colt’s cock hit painfully inside me. Part of his fun, no doubt. He shifted with me until I was right there and could reach Lucas better. I wet my bottom lip and traced the contours of his beautiful face in the dark, then dipped down and kissed him softly on the lips.