Page 33 of Burning Up

“I am.” To emphasize his point, he pulled out gradually. “That’s my dick in your ass, stretching you open.”

“Fuck me for real.”

“Then let go. I want to hear you, want to know what you feel.”

“Please.” Matt looked pained.

“Do it, Matt. It’s so fucking hot when you let go,” Toby begged.

“Need you,” Matt said. “Need it hard and fast. Please.”

“So gorgeous.” Bryce thrust deep and began fucking Matt relentlessly. Matt whimpered and moaned, then grew even more fevered, babbled Bryce’s name and Toby’s. The sounds drove Bryce crazy.

When he thought Matt was about to come any second, Bryce pulled out. “Toby, I want you on your back.”

Toby scrambled to obey, lying down beside Matt. Bryce had never been more thankful for his big bed.

Matt’s eyes were wide, his breathing harsh and fast. “W-what are you doing?”

Bryce raised a brow and stared down at him. “You afraid I’m going to leave you like this?”

“Please.”

God, he was beautiful when he begged. “You want to fuck Toby while I fuck you?”

Matt shuddered. “Oh my God.”

“Like that idea, do you?”

Matt nodded vigorously.

“You like the idea of driving into his hot ass, making him cry out as I destroy you, own you, and finally let you come when I say and only when I say?”

Matt and Toby both whimpered, and Bryce’s cock let him know he had about one second to get on with it.

Bryce handed Matt a condom and tossed the lube to Toby, who squeezed some onto his fingers as Matt rolled the condom down his shaft with shaky hands.

Bryce’s breath rushed in and out as he watched Toby push his fingers into his ass, fucking himself. He closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, giving them a good show. He was so perfect for Bryce. “Enough.”

Toby opened his eyes and winked at Bryce, adding another finger to those in his ass. Bratty but perfect. “I said enough.”

“But it feels so good,” he whined.

“Matt’s dick’s going to feel better.”

Toby nodded. He pulled his fingers from his ass and reached up, grabbing the headboard without Bryce having to tell him.

“Don’t move those hands, or we’ll have to stop and tie you up.”

“I want you to. Please,” Matt begged.

Bryce nodded, and Matt found the rope on the floor by the bed and tied Toby’s hands to the slats in the headboard. Bryce loved the sight of Toby spread out for them. He was so fucking beautiful. He considered forgetting his original plan and having both him and Matt jerk off over Toby. Bryce longed to see him wearing their cum, but first he wanted to hear the sounds they’d make when they were all fucking.

“He’s all yours, Matt.”

Matt climbed on top of Toby clumsily, but even as sex drunk as he was, he didn’t have a problem positioning himself and driving roughly into Toby. He didn’t go for finesse or gentleness, but Toby obviously loved it. He wrapped his legs around Matt’s hips and thrust up, meeting each stroke. Within seconds, both men were panting, grunting, groaning, and if Toby struggled against his bonds any harder, the headboard was going to crack.

“My turn,” Bryce said, pushing Toby’s legs aside to give himself the access he needed.

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