Maximo lets out a grunt of irritation before pain slams into my cheek as he slaps my face, just heard enough to get my attention. “You either open your fucking mouth of your own accord or I’ll have Enzo pry it open,” he threatens.
My heart beats faster.
I try to open my lips slowly, prolonging the inevitable, but the second that they’re open even a fraction, Maximo is forcing the stick inside.
The metallic taste is mixed with Enzo’s saliva, but I don’t have time to focus on either as it hits the back of my throat.
Oh god.
It’s horrible, the hard object feeling like it’s going to push right through the back of my throat and kill me. My lips are stretched to capacity, pain entering the surrounding flesh. My head pounds as Maximo moves the stick in and out. He pushes hard, but he seems to know right where to stop before causing any real injury, even though my throat is already sore.
Finally, he pulls the stick back out, returning it to Enzo’s lips. He pinches Enzo’s nose on the last thrust into his mouth and Enzo’s face turns red. He tries to breathe around the pole, to no avail.
He’s going to kill him.
My eyes move over him in a frenzy and I don’t know where the dumb urge to try to save him comes from, but it rears it head, loud and clear. I’m about to try to wrestle the pole from Maximo’s hands when my eyes stop on Enzo’s cock.
He’s hard.
My mouth falls open at the same time that Maximo releases Enzo.
Enzo slumps to the ground, bent onto his straining forearms as he sucks in deep breaths.
The wet pole touches my chest as Maximo presses it between my breasts. He trails it along my skin before giving a rough push, leaving an ache in my sternum, and I know that he wants me to lay on my back.
The tile is still just as cold and wet as before and it's uncomfortable.
Maximo looms over me and he kicks my thighs apart.
His wicked smile is the last thing I see before he’s dropping to his knees.
I try to lift my head to see what in the hell he’s doing. “Hold her down,” he orders Enzo.
I try to get my shoulders off of the ground before he can, but Enzo is quicker, able to breathe smoothly now. His hands cup my shoulders, pushing me down as his eyes move over my face before he turns to look at what Maximo is doing.
Something cool and hard brushes against my entrance. My body shakes and my heart pounds wildly.
“I told you you were going to be fucked hard, I just didn’t say by what.”
The second my lips start to spread, I know he’s inserting the stick into me. I squirm, trying to get away as my walls painfully stretch.
“Better be still unless you want to cause real damage,” he muses, not sounding the least bit concerned.
I suck in a breath, closing my eyes.
The stick feels like nothing I’ve ever had in me before. It’s unforgiving and unmoving as it slides into me. It’s painful, even with how wet I am from Enzo’s fingering.
Maximo pushes it deeper and a tear leaves my eyes, whimpers slipping through my lips.
“Maybe you need something else to focus on,” Maximo comments. “Enzo, fuck her mouth.”
Enzo’s hands leave my shoulders but I don’t try to move as the stick starts to retreat out of me. I don’t want to take the chance of making the pain worse.
Enzo’s strong thighs straddle either side of my face as he moves over me.
Maximo pushes the pole in quicker than before and I scream. Enzo’s hard cock slides between my lips.
He gives me more mercy than Maximo, moving in and out of my mouth at an even, steady pace. I breathe through my nose harshly, my attention divided between both the pole and Enzo’s dick.