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I pulled my finger out and quickly poured some of the lube from my hand directly in between Skye’s cheeks. Not a lot, but it would be enough. I pushed it inside with two fingers, stretching him quickly and roughly. Pulling out, I slapped his ass one more time.
“God, your hole is pulsing. You’re really begging for it, huh? I’m sure you’d love to feel a real cock fill you up.” I gave mine a little squeeze. “But you gotta earn that.”
“Ungh,” was the only response I got, and then Luca was dragging Brooks toward me by his nipple.
The poor boy had tears in his eyes and was leaking freely from the cock cage. He looked up at me through hooded lashes, his pupils dilated and hazy. I just clucked my tongue. If he thought he was going to get sympathy from me, he was sorely mistaken. I lived for this shit.
CHAPTER 25
BROOKS
I was a goner.I was hurting and so horny it was painful, but I was fucking flying. My head was clear. I didn’t have to think, didn’t have to worry. All I had to do was be a little fuck toy for my Sirs. It was everything I’d hoped it to be and more.
But I really needed to come.
Luca casually led me by the nipple, careful not to pull the ring out, but pinching the bud enough that I had tears in my eyes. I still managed to follow him until I was standing directly behind Skye.
Fuck . . . I hadn’t been lying when I’d told him I wasn’t much of a top. Being fucked felt so good and took off a lot of the pressure, so I’d really never felt the need. I’d done it a couple times, both in a vanilla sense and with a few creative Doms that preferred bottoming, but that was more about pleasing my partner than any strong desire to do it for my own benefit.
Now, though, staring at Skye’s spread and pulsing hole, I really fucking wished my dick wasn’t locked up. I wanted to feel what it would be like to be inside him. Especially since we weren’t using condoms.
“Hey, Mav, are there any cuffs around here? I don’t want our boy to get a big head and think he has any control here.”
I made a pathetic sound at the back of my throat and blinked pleadingly at Luca. I didn’t mind being restrained, loved it usually, but I really wanted to touch Skye right now. Maybe I could just reach out since Luca was distracted . . .
My hands were pulled behind my back, where Luca held my wrists firmly in one hand. “I don’t think so, trouble. You only touch what I say you can touch.”
I huffed a breath and twisted in his grip, not really trying to get away, more testing his hold. He didn’t fucking budge.
“Here, babe.” Mav held up a pair of standard leather cuffs, the inside lined with faux fur.
“Thanks.” Luca took them and quickly had them strapped around my wrists. He pulled them tight, but not tight enough for me to lose circulation. Still, it would take a lot of work for me to get out of them. I didn’t plan on trying, but making sure I had a way out at all times was a habit I had a hard time breaking. I took a deep breath and relaxed my shoulders. This was Luca and Mav. They’d take care of me.
“Perfect.” Luca bit at my earlobe. “So fucking perfect, sweetheart.”
As I was busy melting into a pile of goo at the praise, Luca pushed me forward so the dildo was lined up with Skye’s entrance. He squeezed Skye’s ass cheek. “My good boys,” he said almost absently, and then his hands were on my hips as he started to guide me inside Skye.
“Oh, holy fuck, that’s thick.” Skye breathed out, his body naturally arching back to receive more. I tried to push forward, but Luca held me still. He slapped the side of my thigh hard.
“You don’t move unless I tell you to, boy. You’re a toy to help me fuck my other boy. A very pretty one, but even the prettiest of toys can’t move on their own.”
I groaned and still tried to buck in Luca’s hold, even though I didn’t really want to move. I wanted to be exactly what my Sir wanted me to be.
“You too,” Maverick scolded Skye with a slap to the side of his ass. “Hold fucking still.”
“Ungh . . . Brooks, move please.”
“I-I can’t.”
Maverick walked around us, admiring their work until he was standing in front of Skye again. He held his impressive dick in one hand. A drop of pre-cum spread from his tip. He smeared it on Skye’s lips. “You’re asking the wrong person, boy.”
“Boss. Boss, please. Please move. I need more. Please. Sir, Boss. Fuck.”
“You talk too much,” Maverick muttered, even though he was the one who’d told Skye to ask, and without any further preamble, he pushed the head of his dick past Skye’s lips and into his mouth.
That seemed to be Luca’s sign, because after reaching around to flick my piercings, he slapped my ass and said, “Go on, trouble. Fuck Skye. Let me see what you can do with that fake cock.”
I tried to pick up the rhythm that Mav was using on his throat, but coordination wasn’t my friend at the moment, and with my hands behind my back, there wasn’t much I could do but brace my legs and thrust my hips, hoping I didn’t hurt Skye. By how angry and hard his dick looked, I thought I was okay.
