Page 10 of The Fortunate Ones
Luca was in his face now, lifting it off the pillow. “This is only the beginning, bunny. You need us to stop already?”
Brooks tried to shake his head, but Luca only squeezed his cheeks tighter, making them puff out. “Nooosir.” It was all mushed together because of Luca’s hold.
“Sorry, I should’ve mentioned this before. You can come as many times as you want today as your birthday present. But only when you’re on one of our cocks or by Mav’s hand. No touching and no humping the bed like the little whore I know you are.”
I tilted my head back, pumping harder. I didn’t always come during these group sessions because it wasn’t a feeling I got a lot, but if these filthy fucks kept going like this, I’d be orgasming more than once for the first time in my life.
I clearly wasn’t the only one affected by the dirty talk. Wes cursed softly under his breath before squeezing his own dick in his hands. Skye’s hips stilled, ending his teasing. Before Luca released Brooks’s face from his hold, Skye had pulled the plug out in one smooth motion. He spread Brooks’s cheeks, lined up, and then pushed in all within the span of a breath.
Brooks shook with the effort to stay still. I could tell how much he was struggling not to hump the bed as Skye pumped in and out wildly. His fingers dug into my brother’s hips. I couldn’t imagine the bruises that he’d be showing off for the next few days.
Skye went deep the next few thrusts, his pace erratic, making it clear he was close.
“Get the boy on all fours, toy,” Luca ordered Skye as he climbed onto the bed. “I want his mouth.”
Maverick and Brooks groaned at the same time. Skye shook his hair out of his eyes. “You got it, Boss.”
He pulled out quickly, which Brooks didn’t like. He instantly pushed back, chasing the loss. “Don’t worry, you’ll be filled again. Boys like you need their holes filled, don’t they?” Maverick asked in a patronizing tone. He patted Brooks’s head to really emphasize it.
Skye hauled Brooks back so he was on his hands and knees, then tugged painfully on his hair so his throat was exposed. I winced. I would lose it if my hair was pulled as much as Brooks’s was, but my brother loved it.
It didn’t stop tears from springing into his eyes, though. Luca smiled, but it was as condescending as Mav’s tone. At some point, he had taken his clothes off—I didn’t know how I hadn’t noticed it—and he was kneeling in front of Brooks, his hard cock about an inch away from Brooks’s mouth. My brother had it completely open and his tongue out, desperate for a taste, but Skye held him still.
Luca thumbed one of the tears. “I love when you cry for us, bunny. Your tears are so sweet.” He brought his thumb to his lips and sucked off the moisture, causing a collective groan through the group. He palmed the base of his dick before placing the heavy tip on Brooks’s tongue. “Keep that throat open, boy. This is gonna get rough.”
CHAPTER 4
SKYE
“Hand on my thigh,”Luca ordered Brooks. “Pinch me three times if you need to safeword.”
“Yessir,” Brooks answered around Luca’s tip. Then he adjusted himself into the position Luca had instructed.
With a slight nod from Luca, I pushed back in at the same time as he filled Brooks’s mouth with his cock. He barely gave him a second to acclimate to the thickness before he started to fuck his throat.
I released my hold on Brooks’s hair before I accidentally pulled it out and gripped his hips while Luca cupped his face, holding him still. All my sunshine could do was hang on while we used him. He was dripping steadily onto the sheets; he wouldn’t last much longer.
It took only a moment for me to get with the rhythm and back to fucking Brooks. I was usually in his position, so I needed a second to get used to it.
Then, just as Luca and I had the perfect push and pull and Brooks was being thoroughly stuffed, I felt a dry finger press against my hole. Maverick.
His hand snaked around my front, cupping my throat. “Is this too much for you, toy? Pretending to be a top?”
Fuck. “Not . . . pretending,” I gritted out, thrusting so hard into Brooks that the poor boy choked on Luca’s dick, spluttering. Neither one of us stopped.
“Oh yeah?” My hole fluttered as he pushed in, just a little. It burned, but I had prepped myself along with Brooks, so not much. “Are you sure? I see a needy hole desperate to be fucked.”
“I—” Thrust. “Can—” Thrust. “Be both—” Two more thrusts.
Maverick’s thumb left me. I almost whined, but I refused to tell the bastard that I mourned the loss. He leaned over me to grab one of the bottles of lube. “We’ll see about that.”
The cap opened with a snick, and there was a moment of nothingness where I waited, wondering what was about to happen.
Mav’s hand flexed around my throat, squeezing just enough for me to feel it, as he pushed in with one thrust. I screamed at the intrusion. I liked minimal prep, but it always stung a little, no matter how much I enjoyed it.
Maverick’s grip tightened until my vision got blurry around the edges. He thrust into me with such force that I was no longer fucking Brooks, but was just a vessel, a fuck toy, for Mav to use to indirectly fuck his boy.
That was all I needed. “Coming!” I managed to shout. Maverick squeezed one more time before letting go, just as my orgasm painted Brooks’s insides.
