Their Boy (The Game 2)

“I know.” It came out as the complaint it was. “It’s horrible.”

Lucas shook his head slightly and brushed his lips to mine. “Quite the opposite, I’d say.”

He was wrong, but whatever. I licked my lips and kissed him back—finally. It was the warmth all over again; Lucas radiated comfort and stability, and it showed in the way he kissed me too. Our tongues met tentatively at first, until he made a sound of pleasure and pulled me closer to him. Lust ran through me at the feel of him, and he kissed me harder.

Or maybe I spoke too soon. “Oh God.” I gasped, feeling his hand covering my crotch. I hadn’t expected that, but now that it was there, I had to have more. I rolled my hips into his touch and locked one arm around his neck. “More, please.”

Lucas cursed under his breath. “I’m trying to take things slowly, Kit.”

“No… Colt already said you could be greedy. I like greedy.”

Speak of the devil…I heard Colt behind us.

“Pizza will be here in twenty.” Next, he weaved his fingers into my hair and yanked my head back, effectively breaking my kiss with Lucas. “Are you actin’ desperate already, boy?”

He didn’t allow me to answer. He leaned down and kissed me instead, a hard, hungry kiss that stole my breath and made me hornier than ever. I was officially tenting my bottoms, and there was nothing I could do about it. I moaned at the sensations; suddenly, there were hands everywhere. Lucas kissed my neck, my shoulder, while he teased my nipples and rubbed my dick through my clothes. Colt had a tighter grip. Rougher hands. Fingers in my hair and his free hand snaking itself around my throat.

“I need a taste,” Lucas said. “I’ve waited long enough.”

Colt ended our kiss and gave me a predatory smirk. “You’re about to discover what a slut Luke is for cock.”

“It’s true. Up you go, dear.” He patted my thigh. “Let me have a look.”

I would have tripped if Colt hadn’t been standing behind me. With trembling fingers, I pushed my pants down past my thighs, and then Lucas took over. My pajama bottoms pooled around my feet in the end.

At least I wasn’t self-conscious about my dick. It was completely average, not big, not small, not thick, not slim—plain average and the only thing about me that was straight. I didn’t have much hair, which was something I had never heard complaints about from Doms.

“God.” Lucas wrapped his fingers around me, and I shivered. Colt chose that moment to hook his hands where my arms bent, and he pulled them back so I couldn’t move much. “You’re absolutely perfect. Look at him, Colt. So smooth.”

“Trust, I’m looking.” Colt pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

I swallowed a moan as Lucas gently cupped my balls and caressed them.

“There’s something you need to know about Lucas.” Colt spoke in between kisses to my neck and shoulder. “When I say he’s obsessed with cock, I mean it. He’ll want to touch you all hours of the day, whether it’s a discreet pat at the store, a blow job in the car, or a long fuck before bed.” Just then, Lucas took me into his warm, wet mouth and sucked me hard. My knees nearly buckled, and Colt tightened his grip on my arms. “Sometimes, he’ll want our sweet boy to take his ass brutally. Sometimes, he’ll wake you up by pushing inside your fuckable little ass.”

I whimpered and bit down on my lip, my mind swimming in freshly made fantasies.

I’d never fucked anyone. I’d never topped.

Lucas hummed and swirled his tongue around me.

“But make no mistake.” Colt nipped at my earlobe. “He’ll never let you question who’s in charge.”

I didn’t doubt that for a second.

Holy hell, Lucas sucked me like he was born to do it. How would I ever measure up?

There was no way to withhold the sounds anymore, even less so when Colt got started. He managed to lock one arm under my elbows, holding me in place, while he stroked my ass with his free hand.

It was going to be dizzying what with there being two of them, I realized, as Lucas produced a small bottle of lube for Colt. I hadn’t noticed squat. How could I, when my cock was rubbing against the back of Lucas’s throat and Colt’s fingers were teasing my butt?

“It’s been—I-I might need,” I stuttered. “Oh God, fuck—”

“I’m not gonna fuck you,” Colt reassured. “I need to warm you up, though.”

“Hnngh,” was my intelligent response. My body broke out in a feverish sweat, and my head lolled back to Colt’s shoulder. It felt so good, all of it. Two slick fingers circled my bottom, Lucas kept sucking…hell, they could do whatever they wanted with me.

Colt pushed his fingers inside me in one smooth stroke, and pleasure exploded within me. I gasped and bucked into Lucas’s mouth. I’d missed this so much. I loved fingers, I loved being played with, but I hadn’t experienced nearly enough of that.