Jared slid back inside him, this time with less pain than the first entry. He watched as the bear began to move inside him, the sight wholly erotic. Unfortunately, he still couldn’t truly see himself impaled by the cock. Carson glanced to the ceiling, frustrated, only to see the ceiling was covered in mirrors.
Looking up, he could see Jared’s cock sliding into his virgin hole. He could watch as the man thrust into him, the slick, glistening lube making Jared’s shaft wet. A tremor moved down his spine at the sight above and if he hadn’t just come three times, he’d likely be hard again.
“Look at me,” Jared said, his voice low.
“I am,” Carson answered, staring up.
Jared paused and glanced up at the ceiling.
“I’m looking at you fuck me. I can see where your big cock is stretching me open with every thrust.”
Jared’s stare met Carson’s in the mirror. “Do you like seeing me fuck you like this?”
Carson nodded.
Royce slid onto the bench and lifted Carson’s head onto his lap. He ran his hands over Carson’s chest, flicking and tweaking the nipples while watching the action between the two. Jared rolled his hips, continuing to stare up at their mirrored doppelgangers. He grasped Carson’s hips and began to quicken the tempo. He was soon driving hard and deep into Carson’s body. All while Carson watched the erotic image above, locked in an embrace of two sexy bears.
Jared looked back down at the havoc he wrought, watching the real thing as Carson stared at what the man did to him. Watching that fat cock split him apart was the sexiest thing he’d ever witnessed.
Before long, he felt Jared’s cock spasming, soon after the bear had begun moving even faster. Jared tensed and then roared,filling Carson’s ass with a hot load of cum. He could feel the explosion inside, the cum heating him from the inside out.
When they were done, and both breathing hard, Carson felt exhaustion creeping through his entire body. After the craziness of the fight, the trauma of trying to save Royce, and then the most amazing fuck session he’d ever had—there was nothing left in him. He eyelids lowered as if they were weighted down. Impossible to keep them open, he surrendered to the fatigue, somehow knowing his bears would take care of him.
“Looks like we wore him out,” Jared said in a hushed tone. He was unable to keep the pride from his voice.
Royce carefully moved from under Carson’s head and moved to the man’s side. “Can you go change the sheets? I don’t want him in a bloody bed. I’ll carry him in once you’re done.”
Jared nodded and moved quickly to ready the bed for the three of them to share. In no time he had the sheets off and a new set on. He walked back to the playroom.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to take him? Your injury?—”
“Is perfectly fine,” Royce said while lifting Carson into his arms. “Now move out of my way so I can take our mate to bed.”
Jared headed for the bathroom while Royce carried Carson in. He wet a clean washcloth and brought it to the bed, along with a jar of salve. Once Carson was in the bed, he wiped away the remnants of their lovemaking before coating the marks on their human’s ass with the salve. He also added a little along Carson’s anus to soothe him there as well.
Royce had already slid into one side of the bed, awaiting them. When Jared was done, he turned off the light on the nightstand and the two of them curled up against their human.
Never before had Jared felt such a sense of satisfaction.
“You were right,” Royce said in the dark.
The words meant more than Royce could know. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, pain in my ass. Now go to sleep.”
Jared grinned in the dark, at peace.
6
The sun had barely risen when Carson’s eyelids fluttered open. He felt a moment of disquiet, not recalling where he was, before he felt the warm, heavy weights on either side of him. He lifted his head and looked around the room, spying the two bears he was surrounded by. Their larger, muscular bodies took up most of the huge bed, leaving him pinned between them. His bladder screaming, he carefully extricated himself, somehow without waking either slumbering shifter.
Pausing at the end of the bed, he scrubbed his hand over his face. He turned and eyed the pair, the shock of what they’d done the night before making it hard to breathe. He’d been weak and given in without much of a fight. His denial meant little now, especially as his cock thickened just looking at the pair of them and remembering what they’d done.
He'd experienced a level of pleasure he’d never expected through kinks he’d never participated in before. The two men had known exactly where to touch, exactly how hard to push. Carson wanted to be pushed even harder the next time.
The next time…
As if it were a foregone conclusion.