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Skylar’s hand kept stroking my cock, slick and fast, her other hand flat against my chest, pinning me down while Ryker drove into me. I couldn’t think, couldn’t catch my breath. Every time he bottomed out, his thick shaft hit my prostate and something white-hot exploded behind my eyes. I arched off the pillow, toes curling, desperate for release but terrified to come without permission.
“Fuck, Ryker—” My voice broke as he pistoned harder, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my skin. “You’re gonna make me—fuck—”
“Don’t you dare,” Skylar growled, squeezing my cock just hard enough to make me gasp. “You hold it. You take every inch he gives you. You show us how good you can be.”
Her praise sent a wave of heat crashing over me, shame and pride tangled together. I spread my legs wider, tilting my hips up to give Ryker better access, needing him to use me, fill me, mark me as his. Ryker groaned, deep and guttural, the muscles in his arms flexing as he braced himself over me.
“Kiaan, you feel fucking incredible. So tight. I can’t—shit, I don’t want to hurt you—” He paused, reaching out to brush a tear from the corner of my eye. “Baby, is this okay.”
“You’re not,” I panted, nails digging into his biceps as I clung to him. “I need it. It’s so good. Ryker, please—fuck me harder—”
He slammed into me, hips slapping against my ass, the force of it making the bed creak beneath us. The stretch stung, but fuck if it didn’t make my cock leak harder into Skylar’s fist. I’d never felt so helpless or so worshipped, taken apart by both of them at once, dizzy with how right it felt to surrender.
Skylar leaned in, her lips brushing my ear as Ryker drove into me. “That’s it, kitten. Let him fuck you. Let him break you open.”
Her words blurred everything else, sent my mind spinning. Ryker’s cock dragged across my sweet spot over and over, relentless, perfect, claiming territory no one else had ever touched. His thrusts grew rougher, sweat dripping onto my chest, his breath hot and wild as he lost himself in me. My body trembled, every muscle locked tight as I battled the pleasure threatening to snap me in half.
“Duchess, please—” I begged, not even knowing what I was asking for anymore. Permission to come? For Ryker to fuck me more? I would have given them anything they needed.
“Not yet,” Skylar purred, biting down on my shoulder and making me yelp. “You’re just a cock sleeve now.”
Ryker’s rhythm faltered, hips jerking as he buried himself balls-deep inside me, and I felt it—the first pulse of his orgasm, thick and hot and unmistakable. Ryker’s whole body shuddered, muscles locking, his hands bruising my hips as he slammed home one last time.
“Fuck. Kiaan, I’m coming.” The words ripped from his throat, raw and helpless, nothing left of his usual confidence. Just desperate, broken pleasure as he poured himself into me. The sensation sent a shockwave through my body; I could feel every pulse, every twitch, the heat of his cum filling me up and leaking around his cock.
He buried his face in my neck, breath hitching, voice gone wild. “Oh, fuck, baby, you’re so tight. I want to stay inside you forever.”
Okay, Ryker could call me his baby any time, especially while he was drilling that huge cock into me with desperate roughness.
Skylar’s fingers never stopped stroking my cock, milking every drop of pre-cum as I trembled on the edge. Ryker’s weight pressed me down, trapped between their combined strength and intent, and I was delirious with it. I wanted to come so fucking badly, wanted to paint Skylar’s hand and Ryker’s stomach with my release, but I held on because that’s what she’d ordered, and being good for her made every nerve ending sizzle. Ryker’s hips jerked in short, desperate thrusts as he rode out his orgasm, groaning my name, babbling filth against my skin.
“Kiaan, fuck, you’re perfect—yours, I’m fucking yours—look how well you take me.”
His voice cracked on the last word, like he was breaking apart inside me and loving every second of it. I whimpered, squeezing around him, wanting to milk every drop. The fullness was unreal, almost too much, and I could tell by the way his cock pulsed that he’d given me everything, marked me deep where no one else ever would.
Skylar kissed my jaw, her mouth wicked and sweet at once. “That’s what I wanted to see,” she whispered, biting gently at my earlobe. “My boys. Ruined for anyone else.”
Ryker collapsed against me, the aftershocks making his entire body tremble. I felt the sweat-slick slide of his chest against mine, the trembling arms braced on either side of my head. He was still buried inside me, twitching, not pulling out—like he couldn’t bear to lose the connection even for a second.
“Holy shit,” he gasped, finally lifting his head to meet my eyes. “Thank you.” There were tears there—real, unguarded emotion mixed with the haze of pleasure—and it hit me how much this meant to him, to both of us. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
I nodded, unable to manage words. All I could do was pull him into a kiss, messy and hungry, our mouths crashing together in a tangle of sweat and desperation. He tasted like salt and need, and I let him claim me all over again.
Chapter 13
Skylar
The sight of Ryker buried inside Kiaan, my two beautiful boys tangled together in sweaty desperation, had me throbbing with need. I couldn’t wait any longer. The power of controlling them, watching Kiaan tremble as he fought back his orgasm while Ryker filled him completely, had pushed me past the breaking point. I needed to feel Kiaan inside me, needed to complete our circuit of pleasure, to connect us all in the most primal way possible.
“Don’t move,” I commanded, the words coming out rougher than intended as I crawled forward.
Kiaan’s cock jutted up from between his legs, angry red and leaking, his chest heaving with desperate breaths. Ryker was still lodged deep inside him, his larger body curled protectively around Kiaan despite his own recent orgasm. The connection between them—tender and raw—made my chest tighten with something beyond lust.
I straddled Kiaan’s hips, positioning myself over his straining erection. “Keep him hard,” I told Ryker, who nodded and began to rock his hips in gentle, shallow thrusts that made Kiaan whimper.
“Please,” Kiaan begged, his voice cracked and desperate. “Duchess, I need—”
“I know exactly what you need,” I interrupted, reaching down to grip his cock. It pulsed in my hand, hot and slick with pre-cum. “And you’ll get it when I say.”
