Bound Together (Torn and Bound Duet 2)

“Aww,” Ashton teases. “Don’t be a baby.” Then, to Drew, he says, “Get naked and wait on the bed.”

Drew nearly chokes. “W-What? You’re serious?”

“I think you two need guidance,” Mia agrees.

Ashton and Mia are double trouble sometimes.

“You can’t do that shit,” I say, shaking my head. “You’re seriously going to walk us through fucking?”

Ashton ignores me, his attention on Drew. “Get naked and wait on the bed. Don’t touch your dick, Coach. It belongs to Brayden.”

Said dick hardens at his commanding words.

Drew fucking stands like he’s going to obey.

Holy shit. He’s going to obey. We’re going to do this.

“Hands and knees on the bed. Keep that ass up because Brayden is going to lick your tight hole,” Ashton says, his lust-filled eyes searing into me. “Aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” I choke out.

Mia grins, wearing the same naughty expression as Ashton.

Drew walks off and I scrub my palm down my face. Panic threatens to take over, but then I realize I’m not alone. Ashton won’t let us fuck this up. He won’t let me hurt Drew.

I trust Ashton.

He fucks around with us a lot, but he’s serious about this.

He wants to help.

“How long do we wait?” I croak out.

Ashton laughs. “Five bucks says he’s already naked and his dick’s dripping with precum.”

Mia licks her lips and fuck if that doesn’t make me even harder. I stand on shaky legs and clear my throat again. Ashton and Mia both stand. He takes her hand and surprises me by taking mine. Mia and I follow after Ashton, exchanging mutual looks of excitement.

The moment we walk into the room and my eyes zero in on Drew’s muscular, naked body, I freeze. Holy fuck he’s hot. This is hot. The whole goddamn thing. I’m terrified of screwing shit up, but I want to try. So damn bad.

“MiMi and I are going to sit in the armchair over there,” Ashton says, peeling off his shirt and tossing it. “Pretend we’re not there, but listen to what I have to say.”

Ashton sits in the chair and then motions for Mia to come sit in his lap with her back to his chest. He looks like a king all sprawled out, smug and powerful. His queen sits in his lap, eager to be involved in whatever shenanigans he’s pulling this time.

“Brayden,” Drew rumbles, his voice tight with need. “Don’t just stand there.”

I yank off my shirt and fumble with my jeans. Once I kick out of them, I peel off my socks and then shove down my boxers. I glance over at Ashton, who has both his hands beneath Mia’s sweater, kneading her breasts. His eyes peruse down my front and when he settles them on my dick, he smirks, clearly enjoying the view.

“I need… I need a condom, and uh, lube,” I mutter.

“No,” Ashton rumbles. “You need to give his hole some attention. Don’t be selfish, Bray. Lick it and get it nice and wet.”

I approach Drew’s muscular ass, gripping each cheek, appreciating the fact I’m about to have him in an intimate way. “God, you’re beautiful,” I murmur.

“Aww,” Mia whispers.

I can’t help but flash her a grin and a wink before bending to bring my mouth to Drew’s crack. He hisses when I tentatively lick the puckered hole. I’m pretty sure he liked the sensation, so I grab his cheeks, pulling them so I have better access, and lick him really good. He curses, making Ashton chuckle.

It doesn’t take long until I’m lost to the obsession of his asshole. I lick it and tease it and tongue it. He groans when I press into him with my tongue, obliterated by the unusual sensation.

This is fucking amazing.

“Don’t touch it, Coach,” Ashton warns. “Not your dick to touch.”

“It’s driving me crazy,” Drew complains. “I need to come.”

“Patience.” Then, to me, Ashton says, “Suck on your finger. Get it nice and wet.”

I slide my finger into my mouth, stealing a glance Ashton’s way. Mia’s sweater is gone and so are her jeans. She’s a fucking vision in a black bra and matching panties. Ashton’s jeans are shoved down his thighs. She’s sitting on his lap, facing us, riding his hard dick through his boxers. I’m transfixed by the sight, but manage to pull away to focus on Drew’s pleasure.

“Tell me if it hurts,” I murmur. “I’ll stop.”

Drew groans when I press my finger into him. He’s so goddamn tight. I won’t last a second inside him. I’m going to damn well try to last at least three.

Slowly, I fuck Drew’s ass with my finger, loving the way he shudders and moans.

“MiMi,” Ashton rumbles. “Can you go get the boys some lube and a condom?”

“I’ll be right back,” she squeaks out.

When she returns, she sets them on the bed for me.

“Put some lube on your fingers,” Ashton instructs. “This time, use two fingers. And hook your fingers toward his front so you can feel his prostate.”