Page 25 of One is Never Enough

“I feel that way.”

“You should,” Aiden says, pulling back. “You’re incredible.”

Aiden kisses Oliver slowly, and Oliver’s body is already starting to react again.

Someone knocks on the door, and Aiden pulls back, his eyes never leaving Oliver’s.

I know Oliver and Aiden need more time, but this just shows how good we can all be together.

I can’t wait until we can all be together again.

This time without the masks.

Chapter 10

Jace

It’s been two weeks since everything went down in my office, and nothing has happened between Aiden and Oliver since then. They make out all the time, and Oliver comes to me or Toby hard as rock, begging to come. Something is holding them both back, and it’s time to take matters into my own hands.

I get Oliver’s reservations, and Aiden respects Oliver’s decision, but something else is happening. Sometimes, people need a gentle push. Or, in this case, a hard shove. Toby and I had already come up with our plan, and now we’re waiting at my house for Oliver. He’s about to get what his body craves—a fight.

The key jingles in the lock, and Toby slides a plain black mask over his face while I do the same. We stay out of his line of sight as he opens the door, kicks his shoes off, and throws his keys on the table in the foyer. I’m going to spank his ass for not paying attention to his surroundings. He goes to walk down the hallway, and I slide out of my hiding spot, towering over him.

Oliver jumps, his mouth open to scream. I clamp a hand over it and spin him around so his back is to my chest. He starts fighting against my hold, and my hard cock rubs against his delicious ass. Toby appears from the shadows, and Oliver starts fighting harder. His body is shaking against me, and it makes me want to eat him alive.

We carefully kept any tattoos or identifying marks covered to make Oliver second guess that it was us. He loved being forced in the woods, and I’ve been dying to do it again. Toby roughly undoes Oliver’s pants and jerks them over his hips with his boxers. Oliver screams against my palm, his fingers digging at my arm. I drop my hand to soak in his fear and suppress a groan.

“Stop!” Oliver kicks his feet up, and Toby moves smoothly to the side. “NO! HELP!” Toby kneels down and pulls his pants the rest of the way off. “NO! Oh my God!” Oliver’s cock is standing proudly between his thighs, so I know deep down he knows that it’s us.

I tighten my arm around Oliver’s waist and lift him. I carry him struggling to the playroom and shove him inside. He jerks around to face us, but his eyes land on someone else in the room. Their arms are cuffed above their head to the wall, their feet in a spreader bar with a cock cage locked on their dick. If you turn them around, you’ll see a plug shoved in their ass. My favorite part? Their identity is covered with a Ghostface mask.

“What is this?!” Oliver demands, backing away when we step further into the room. “Aiden!”

Aiden lifts his head from its place, searching for Oliver. I should have known he’d identify him by the scar on his chest. I lunge for Oliver, and he lands flat on his ass, trying to scramble away. I land on top of him, clamp my legs on his thighs, and jerk his hands above his head. Using one hand to hold his wrists, I reach down and push my black sweatpants down far enough for my cock to spring free. I feel Toby behind me, already pulling the plug from Oliver’s ass. I made him wear it today on purpose so he’d already be ready for me. When Toby’s done, he squirts lube onto my cock and massages it in. I knock Oliver’s legs apart and line up at his asshole. I slam my hips forward, burying my cock in one firm thrust. Oliver cries out and starts fighting against my hold. I nod for Toby, and he grabs Oliver’s arms so I can grab Oliver’s legs and push them so his knees touch the floor.

I hear Aiden grunting behind me, trying to talk but can’t because we put a ball gag in his mouth. This is part punishment for what he did to Oliver and part role-play that Aiden fucking loves. I start hammering into Oliver, and tears start pouring down his cheeks.

“Why?” Oliver cries, his body losing the fight. There it is. Just give in.

I don’t answer. I just get rougher with my thrusts. I’ve never been able to explain what it feels like to take someone like this. For them to fight against you and everything that their body wants. In Oliver’s case, he wants someone to take it from him. He gets off on the fear of not truly knowing who’s fucking him.

I abruptly pull out when I feel myself about to come and rip my mask off. I lean down and lick the tears from Oliver’s cheeks. “Because I own you. I get this ass, however and whenever I want.”

“Yes, Sir,” Oliver says, tears still falling.

I help Oliver from the floor, leading him to stand in front of Aiden. “Do the honors.” Oliver slowly reaches up and pulls the mask from Aiden’s face. Aiden’s eyes are wild, showing how turned on he is. The cock cage will stop him from being able to get fully hard, but he’ll get his chance with Oliver. I step behind Oliver and pull his shirt over his head. “Do you know why we’re doing this?” Oliver shakes his head against my chest.

“Because you’re fighting what your body wants,” Toby answers. “You’re letting your mind make the decisions. You want Aiden. Aiden wants you.”

“Why is he tied up like that?” Oliver asks.

“Because as his punishment for not giving you what you need and what he did that almost broke us all apart, he has to watch us fuck you until you’re a whimpering, begging mess. Then he can give you what you’ve been fighting for two goddamn weeks. Brace your hands on the wall.”

Oliver places his palms on the wall, putting him level with Aiden’s gagged mouth. I step to the side, and Toby strips out of all his clothes. He massages lube onto his cock, lines up, and slams his hips forward. “Oh shit,” Oliver chokes out.

I remove my clothes and step behind Toby, squirting lube onto my fingers. “That’s it, Dirty boy. Remind him who that ass belongs to.” I slide my fingers between Toby’s ass cheeks and start pushing my fingers inside him. He spreads his legs apart, asking for more. I work a third finger in, and his thrusts into Oliver turn punishing. Aiden’s head hits the wall with a thud, and I grin over Toby’s shoulder. “What’s the matter, Bitch boy? Is your asshole begging for cock?” Aiden’s pupils expand even further with my words. Aiden’s just as dominant as me, but he has a submissive side that only we see. That’s something I don’t have. “Tell me how bad you want me. Oh, wait,” I taunt. “You can’t.”

“Fuck,” Toby grunts when I start working a fourth finger in.

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