Page 78 of Brushed and Buried
He doesn’t stop. He drives into me, hard and relentless, hitting every sensitive spot perfectly, every thrust pressing against my prostate. His hand wraps around my cock, moving in time with his hips, stroking me with the same precise rhythm as he pounds me from within. The dual sensation tears through me, and I shudder uncontrollably, gasping, and completely shattered.
“Oh my god, Vince…fuck!” I scream, my body arching and clamping around him. A cry rips from my throat as my orgasm crashes over me, hot and unstoppable. My release surges, spilling across my stomach and chest, Vince keeping pace with every movement as he draws me higher. Trembling, breathless, and utterly wrecked, I hang on to him as the waves roll through me.
Each muscle in my body is alive, and my mind short-circuits under the intensity of being fully seen and completely taken.
When I finally start to relax, still panting and trembling, Vince holds me close, still inside, his eyes dark and locked on mine. He thrusts in gently, savoring every shiver and ragged breath I make, making sure I have fully come down from the high he drew out of me.
Then, with intentional care, he slowly pulls back, withdrawing from me. He removes his condom, still watching me, every motion measured.
He positions himself above me, fingers curling around his thick, slick length, stroking with steady precision. I can’t look away. Every movement of his body, every ripple of muscle from broad chest to tight abs, makes my cock twitch beneath him, still pulsing even just after my orgasm. The swollen head of his cock gleams under the light, each subtle press and stroke driving a new spark of longing through me.
“Ready for me to mark you?” he murmurs, voice low and controlled, edged with heat.
I nod, breathless.
With a final, forceful surge, he spills over me. Thick, hot cum splashes across my chest and stomach, slick and burning. His hips shiver, veins pulsing, all of him alive with the release.
After a moment, he leans down, pressing his mouth to my shoulder, warm and insistent. His voice, low and rough with satisfaction, brushes against my skin as he murmurs softly. My skin tingles with heat where our mixed cum glistens on me, and I can feel every drop, the whole of him leaving his release on me.
Vince holds me close, our bodies still slick and trembling from the first rush of release. My chest rises and falls against his, and I can feel the warmth of his breath along my ear. His hands linger over me, exploring, savoring the softness of my skin andthe rapid thrum of my pulse. Slowly, he leans back just enough to meet my eyes, dark and feral, that same glint I can never resist.
I remember then that we are not alone. The subtle shifting, the quiet whispers from the edge of the room, show that they have been waiting and watching. In the heat of our first time, I had forgotten them entirely. My body tightens at the awareness, a mix of anticipation and surrender, and my breath catches. Vince notices too. I try to sit up, his hand sliding along my spine, a possessive reminder before he shifts fully upright, his gaze sweeping over the others with quiet command.
He moves to the chair, measured and controlled, positioning himself where he can watch both me and the others simultaneously. His eyes never leave mine, feral and commanding, and I understand clearly that this is still his scene, his decision, his control.
Before I can gather my thoughts, rough hands seize me, steady and insistent. The plush rug presses beneath my palms as I am guided onto my knees on the floor, thighs spread, spine arched, completely exposed. Trevor grips me firmly, pulling me with unyielding purpose. His low, raw voice is directed at Vince more than at me, a confirmation that I am theirs to share, a prize passed between them. I love it.
“Ah, fuck,” Trevor growls, his hands gripping me tight. “Thanks for this, mate. What a perfect, tight hole to leave me off with before the wedding tomorrow.”
Vince’s grin deepens, dangerous and wanting. “Use him well. Take your time.”
I tilt my body so Vince can drink me in, so he can see all of me. Trevor sinks into me, driving a sharp gasp from my throat. His thrusts from behind are hard and relentless from the start, expecting me to be ready and refusing to hold back. Each deep stroke steals my breath, setting a punishing rhythm. His cock is thick and commanding, filling me completely, demanding all of me.
Trevor leans forward, one hand gripping my shoulder, the other spreading me wider so every snap of his hips lands sharp and deep. His breath is ragged against my ear, rough curses spilling as he fucks me harder, chasing the sound of my voice breaking. My body arches, pinned between his force and Vince’s gaze, every movement a display meant for the man watching.
When Trevor finally slows, he grinds deep, holding me full for a long, claiming moment before dragging out of me with a slick pull. He steps aside, chest heaving, leaving me open and ready for the next.
Lance slides in behind me, hands steadying my hips with firm control. His long cock plunges deep, stretching every muscle, igniting a molten ache low in my belly. Each thrust spins me dizzy with raw, desperate need.
“Holloway,” he pants, “you lucky bastard. You get this ass for life? I’d bury myself in this hole every single night.”
“I plan to,” Vince replies, a dark chuckle curling over his words.
Lance shifts me onto my side, hooking a leg over his arm, driving into me from the side. Every stroke spreads me wide, fire burning low in my belly. George moves closer behind Lance, attempting to wait his turn, but in the shift, his cock brushes against Lance’s ass. The contact is instant, electric. Lance stops mid-thrust, eyes widening at the pressure, instinctively pushing back. George flinches slightly, adjusting, hands tightening at his sides at the friction.
For a heartbeat, they hold each other’s gaze, flushed and tense, a spark of something unspoken passing between them. Lance exhales sharply, amusement dark and low in his voice. “You’ll have to wait your turn, G,” he says, teeth clenched but teasing.
“I know, sorry,” George replies, voice a bit strained. “Vince might pull Adrian back soon, and I might miss my window.”
Vince grins at this, tone teasing but knowing. “You’re not wrong. You’re on borrowed time, boys.”
Lance laughs, heat rippling across his chest as he shakes his head. “Just don’t put that monster cock anywhere near me. That thing looks…intimidating,” he says, the warning clearly more teasing than serious.
I shift, flushed and breathless, caught in the charged space between them. My hand presses gently against Lance’s abs, nudging him back, guiding his ass toward George’s erect cockbehind him. Both men freeze, breaths catching. George’s eyes grow dark with curiosity sparking as they flick from Lance’s ass to his face.
Lance’s head snaps back at me, brow furrowing as he leans slightly back. “Ha! Not funny, Adrian…seriously, that thing’s gonna punch a hole right through me,” he scolds me, half-laughing, his face a mix of anticipation and disbelief.
“Never say never,” I tease, grinning despite the burn of desire. “I’m sure that ‘thing’ will hurt and feel so good.”
