Page 6 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
“Kitten, do the other one,” Émeric ordered.
“No, Émeric, no.” Richard begged more in French, voice raw and frantic. Collin slid down beside Damian, licking and sucking his master’s chest. His hand slid down between Richard’s legs and found Damian’s hand already there.
Damian let go of Richard’s chest for a moment. “Kitten, help me?” He pushed a syringe of lube into Collin’s hand. “Prep me?”
Never done that before. Then again, there was so much of this day he’d never done before. Nuzzling his master’s chest, Collin reached down and found Damian’s hole. There was already a little lube smeared there. Enough he could get the syringe inside. He emptied it into Damian.
Damian groaned, losing his bite on Richard’s chest. His head bounced as Richard moved with the force of Émeric’s thrust.
“So close,” Émeric growled.
Damian dropped his hand to Richard’s cock. “Don’t come, sir. Take me.”
Richard groaned. He gripped Damian with one hand and reached back, pulling Émeric in toward him with the other.
“We’re…not alone, Pup.”
“Please, sir.”
Collin slid one finger inside his kink brother. Damian must have done some work already. Collin pulled out and thrust with two. Damian shuddered; he moved back on Collin’s fingers and mouthed Richard’s shoulders and arm with open-mouth kisses.
“Émeric?” Richard gasped.
“Kitten, pet,” Émeric ordered, “wrap your hand around your master’s cock and squeeze.”
Somewhere, something in the bed cracked
“Fuck,” Richard bellowed. He bucked in Collin’s hands.
Eyes wide, Collin looked up at his master. It was impossible that he was holding back his master’s desire, this powerful god of a man. His cock throbbed along Collin’s palms. Precum leaked from the slit. Collin gripped tighter. He was not going to be the reason Damian was disappointed.
Richard looked down at Collin, and Richard’s belly rolled as he drove himself back on Émeric’s cock. Sweat ran down his cheeks. His muscles were large and warm from work, his chest littered with marks from Collin and Damian’s teeth and his belly covered with marks from their nails. When had they done that?
“Ah putain, j'arrive.” Émeric thrust one more time and howled. Richard twisted around, sealing his mouth over Émeric’s. For a long moment, they kissed as Émeric trembled through the last of his orgasm.
Richard pulled away with a growl. “Pup.”
Damian rolled onto his belly and spread his legs. Collin let go of his master’s cock as Richard reached for Damian.
Richard covered Damian with his entire body, shaking fiercely. He bent down whispering something in Damian’s ear.
Damian nodded. His hand shot out and gripped Richard’s hand, squeezing it. “Sir.”
Richard raised his hips, gripped his cock, and speared Damian, sinking down into him until they were both flat on the mattress.
Collin stared for a moment. In his peripheral vision, Émeric swayed. Collin moved to him.
Émeric wrapped his arms around Collin. “Down. Need to lay down. Let me hold you. My thighs are on fire.”
He maneuvered both of them to supine postures on the mattress, Collin’s back to his front, so they were both facing Richard and Damian. Richard had pulled Damian to the right side of the bed and was grinding his cock into Damian’s ass deep and slow. Their faces were turned away, and they were murmuring to each other.
Émeric heartbeat thumped against Collin’s back. His breath still came quickly, but it was slowing. He ran his hand down Collin’s chest and stroked his cock.
Collin bucked up into his hand. “Émeric Sir.”
Émeric laughed, a little weariness in the tone but pleased and content. He pushed Collin half onto his front, still playing with Collin’s cock with one hand, and pulled Collin’s cheeks apart with his other. Collin whimpered. The predatory strength emanating out of his Sir made him pliant and weak. He drew up his leg, offering Émeric more room.
“So wet in here, boy,” Émeric whispered. “So used. Can you feel how you’ve pleased us?”
