Page 79 of Brushed and Buried
With renewed energy, Lance pounds on me hard, punishing me for the stunt I pulled and driving me wild with it.
George then moves toward my head, hesitant but drawn, aligning himself at my mouth. Thick, heavy, slick with precum, his cock presses against my lips. I struggle with the size, the fat, bulbous head teasing the edge of my throat before he pushes deeper, and I open, swallowing desperately to take all of him. There is no gentleness, only relentless, raw heat demanding everything I can give.
Meanwhile, Lance continues to stretch my hole, driving in powerful, steady thrusts that hammer deep, igniting fire in my guts. The dual sensations, with George in my mouth and Lance in my ass, crash together like a tidal wave.
Amid the relentless pleasure, I feel the tension between them as much as on me. Every thrust, every press carries desire aimed at each other as well. Their bodies move with force, eyes meetingin charged moments, chemistry raw and magnetic. I am caught in the middle, flushed, gasping, every muscle alive.
I tremble under the assault, my body torn between submission and craving, overwhelmed by the dizzying heat of being used and worshiped at once. Knowing Vince is watching, his eyes filled with fierce ownership, sets my skin on fire. He reclines with predatory calm, every movement of ours beneath his gaze making everything hotter. His possession is what truly consumes me.
Around us, the boys keep up a running commentary, mostly speaking to Vince as though I am an extension of their shared obsession.
“Fuck,” Lance pants, glancing at Vince. “Seriously, this body was built for glorious fucking.”
I moan around George, swallowing every inch, the heat of their words as intense as their bodies.
Trevor leans in, hand wrapped around his cock as he waits, eyes fixed on me. “Look at him melting under us,” he says, low and reverent, loud enough for Vince. “Your man, begging like the perfect little slut.”
George grunts, veins straining as he holds my head steady, thrusting deeper. “Goddamn, Vince,” he mutters, voice rough and stunned. “You’ve got something holy here.”
And the worst, best part is knowing Vince is proud of me. Every filthy compliment from his friends only makes it hotter.They are worshiping me, but really, it is all for him, a gift he has decided to share. I love it.
The boys shift around me, predators circling their prize, each movement sending a fresh wave of anticipation through my veins. Lance pulls free, leaving my body slick and aching. Trevor slides in behind me, hands closing around my cock, feeling the straight shaft and heavy weight of my balls as he strokes with steady pressure. George leaves my mouth, my lips puffy and throat sore, and eases onto the couch, legs spread, beckoning me forward.
I don’t hesitate. I straddle George, lowering onto his huge cock, feeling the dense length slide inside slowly, stretching me even wider. Each measured grind of my hips clenches every muscle around him. My hole molds perfectly, slick and hot, made for this. The sounds I make, the moans, gasps, wet slurps, are primal, a language of surrender and pleasure.
“Look at him riding you like he owns you,” Lance murmurs from behind, voice thick with lust. “So greedy, so good like this.”
Trevor’s voice cuts through my moans and groans. “Damn, Adrian. You take it like a champ. It’s like that hole was made for us all.”
I bite my lip, my cock bouncing against George’s stomach, syncing perfectly with his thrusts. My hand slides back to wrap around Trevor’s shaft, feeling the heat as I stroke him in time with my bouncing. Lance shifts, planting himself on the backof the couch, standing, so his cock and balls hover closely in George’s line of sight. I tilt my head up, taking Lance deep and slow, savoring all of him, letting my lips and tongue drag over him with purpose.
For a beat, I glance at George, his gaze locked on Lance’s cock pressed against my lips. I drag my tongue with intention along the thick, veined shaft, letting every flick and swirl make it clear just how good it feels. My movements are exaggerated, a show meant for George. I catch him licking his lips, the heat in his eyes unmistakable as he watches, captivated and hungry, unable to look away from the pleasure I’m giving Lance right in front of him.
“How does it feel, Adrian?” Vince’s voice curls around me like smoke, low and heavy with heat. “Tell me. Does it feel good being used like a fucktoy by my friends?”
I pop off Lance’s cock, struggling to answer him while I bounce hard on George’s, breath hot and short. “They…they feel so good, Vince. Filling me…all of me. I can feel you in them.”
Vince’s eyes burn through me. “That’s right. You feel me in all of it because you’re mine. Watching you like this…” He exhales slowly, in agony. “It makes me want to ruin you all over again.” He glances at the boys. “Show me that stretched-out hole.”
George pulls me up and off his cock, tilting my body so my ass rises high, perfectly on display for Vince. Trevor’s fingers press firmly into my flesh before spreading my cheeks wide, exposingmy hole. I shiver at the intentional exposure, my body aching under their control, entirely laid open for their gaze. Their eyes track every detail, exactly where Vince wants them, proof of how filthy and utterly desired I am tonight.
“Look at it, twitching and used,” Vince says, smooth, laced with lust. “Back on that cock, baby. Ride him harder. Let me see how much you crave being split open for me. That hole needs proper ruining.”
My body jerks as I obey, grinding harder, chasing the edge of pain and pleasure. I whimper, overwhelmed but never more wanted. I lose myself in the heat, shared and owned all at once, a vessel for every whispered command, filthy word, and worshiping moan.
Finally, Vince steps forward. The room shifts as the others move aside, gazes filled with intensity and reverence. He settles on the other end of the couch with commanding ease, his huge cock erect and unyielding, every vein pronounced and hard, waiting.
“Come here,” he says, low and rough, his voice crackling with hunger and something deeper, something that burns just for me.
I don’t need to be told twice.
The moment I move toward him, he grips my face with both hands and drags me into a kiss, fierce, claiming, brutal in its intent. His mouth crashes against mine like he means to brand me with it, tongue pushing deep, teeth grazing my bottom liphard enough to sting. He kisses me like I am still shaking apart and only he can put me back together.
And he makes sure they all see it. That I am his.
That I always will be.
I climb onto Vince’s lap, facing away, my back against his chest, my thighs bracketing his hips. The connection is instant, his hands gripping my waist, guiding me down his cock until he fills me completely. The stretch bites sweet and sharp, purposeful and deep, his thrusts working through me in a way that makes my body quake.
