Page 87 of Princes of Sin
God, if they continue with the degradation… I’m not going to last longat all.It makes me feel all kinds of cherished knowing that Lachlan remembers something so specific about me from months ago.
“Shecan speak for herself,” I bite, moaning when Otto inserts a third finger. It feels like too much, like I’ll never adjust around both of them, but I know that’s not true. Lachlan huffs a laugh, and then Otto adds more lube before he removes his fingers.“But yes,shelikes this,” I murmur, looking down at Lachlan specifically.
“I knew you’d ruin me from the moment I saw you in that club,” he says gruffly. “And what a beautiful ruination it’s been, pet.”
My mouth drops open into a silent scream when Otto pushes inside of my arse without warning. It burns, and my nails dig into Lachlan’s hands.
“Christ,” Lachlan groans.
“A warning, please,” I hiss. Despite glaring over my shoulder at Otto, the searing sensation is already giving way to a fullness I can’t ever seem to get enough of.
“If you weren’t hung like a horse, maybe we’d have a bit more room, pretty boy,” Otto growls.
“Yeah? Just wait. You’re next,” Lachlan retorts, jerking his hips up into me.
“Fuck,” I whimper.
Otto chuckles and his hands rove possessively over my arse. “You wish.”
Lachlan breaks eye contact with me to look over my shoulder, and there’s something vulnerable in his expression as he moves in and out of me.
Otto leans his body over mine so that I’m quite literally sandwiched between them, and Otto’s hands wrap around ours. Lachlan’s pupils blow out even further, and I feel him roll his hips up into me as Otto fucks my arse from behind.
“Can you feel my cock?” Otto asks. “I can feel yours, and I’m so fucking close to coming thinking about how you’re filling our little cumslut so perfectly.”
“F-fuck,” Lachlan stutters, and his hips begin to jerk erratically.
They’re watching each other with such reverence, and the thought of them both exploding inside ofme–together–sends a lightning bolt of white-hot heat through me.
“Yes,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut.
“I’m close,” Lachlan tells me, gripping my hands harder. “Fuck, this feels incredible–”
“Just imagine Alex inside of your arse next time,” Otto grits out.
I expect Lachlan to snap something snarky back, but instead his eyes roll back, and watching him lose control like this causes my own orgasm to rip through me. My toes curl and my legs shake as Lachlan fucks me through his own climax. I can feel the hot spikes of cum explode inside of me, and then I suddenly feelsomuch pressure–like a dam is groaning under the weight of a flood.
“Yes, fuck, yes–” I cry out.
“That’s it,” Otto murmurs, slapping me on the arse–hard.
I explode again, and this time, it feels like a true unleashing. Everything sounds wet, and Otto groans as he begins to come. They’re both pulsing inside of me, and the feeling of that causes me to ride it out, circling my hips as I curse incoherently on top of Lachlan.
“Jesus,” Otto murmurs, kissing my shoulder.
“That was…” Lachlan runs a hand over his face as his cock continues to twitch inside of me.
We’re all panting as Otto slowly pulls out, and then Lachlan is lifting me off him and flipping me over.
“What are you–”
He opens my legs and grins, his cock still hard and glistening with my arousal. “I want to watch us both spill out of you.”
I smile. It’s not uncommon for Max to play with his cum–he has a bit of a breeding kink. But knowing Lachlan might, too? It’s hot in a way I can’t describe.
Otto drops to his stomach, and before I can push him away, he’s lapping up Lachlan’s cum with his long tongue.
“I was right. You do have cum that’s sweet as sin.”
