Page 72 of The Fortunate Ones
They didn’t waste another second before my arms were restrained over my head. The chair dipped so my top half was slightly lower than my bottom and my hole was exposed.
Skye slotted in between my legs. “I can’t wait to be stuffed with this. It’s been too long since I was fucked by anyone with piercings. But first . . .” And then his mouth was on my dick and I was screaming with need.
“I’m gonna come!” I shouted, knowing there was no way it would be that easy. Sure enough, Skye pulled off me with anobscene pop. He wiped the spit and precum off his lips with the back of his hand, grinning at me.
“Delicious. I don’t get to do that enough.”
He was more than welcome any time he wanted. I almost opened my mouth to tell him that, but then I remembered I was supposed to stay silent. I chewed on my lip ring and waited.
“Enough bullshitting, toy,” Maverick said roughly. He grabbed Skye by his hair and dragged him up until he was on the chair with me, our bodies pressed against each other’s. Skye took a moment, despite Mav’s intense hold, to suck on my collarbone before coming to kneel on either side of my hips.
“I can’t wait to use my sex toy. My own personal, pierced dildo.” Fuck. I groaned as Skye leaned back, one hand against my chest. The other one reached behind him as he balanced precariously on the chair that was probably not meant for two people. He blindly grabbed the base of my dick, lining up his hole before sliding on.
Skye must’ve prepped a little beforehand because he wasn’t dry despite the lack of lube, but he was still so fucking tight. And since I never, ever topped, the sensations were overwhelming.
“Ahhh, oh fuck! Skyyyeee.” I whined despite myself as he slowly impaled himself on my dick. I was doing a terrible fucking job at being quiet, but they knew me well enough to understand that wasn’t my forte.
A hand covered my mouth. Luca’s. “That’s one, Brooks. No talking, bunny. I was going to allow you to come with Skye, but I think I’ve changed my mind.”
I sobbed a little as Luca removed his hand. I already felt halfway there, and Skye hadn’t even started moving yet.
“Fuck, feels so good, Boss, Sir. One of y’all should get your dick pierced. I could get used to this.”
Luca rolled his eyes and Maverick snorted. “I’m good, thanks. I’m a sadist, not a fucking masochist.”
Skye grinned as he was, fucking finally, fully seated on me. Then he stilled. I tried to move, lift my hips, something, but I was helpless. All I could do was take, like the good little toy I was.
Skye patted my cheek condescendingly. “There, there, sunshine. Let me enjoy my treat.”
Skye moved so fucking slowly, there was no way he was enjoying this either. But with the way his eyes were locked on Maverick’s, I had a feeling he had been given instructions. Just as he started to pick up the pace and all the sensations became bearable, Luca stopped him.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” By his tone, there was no way he’d forgotten whatever new torture he was adding into the mix.
In my peripheral vision, I could see that Luca was holding something in his hand, but I couldn’t tell what it was. I tried to twist around, but Wes’s hands on my face held me still. Skye, though, could see exactly what it was. He squeezed his dick, his pupils dilating so I could barely see the hazel color. “Boss . . . ,” he moaned.
It didn’t take long before I knew what he was talking about. Luca walked into my line of sight, holding two pairs of wicked-looking clamps. He asked someone behind my head, “Do you want to do the honors?”
There was hesitation, and then to my fucking surprise, I heard Diego respond[NG1] , “Y-yeah.”
He was there now, watching me intensely, the fucking clamps in his hands.
I raised an eyebrow in question. If he did this, it would be the most he had participated in one of these sessions before.
Diego swallowed, his Adam’s apple bouncing, and I almost safeworded just to make sure he was okay, but then he smiled wickedly and turned to Wes.
“Help me, Daddy? I’ve never done this before.”
Skye hissed, his ass clenching my dick as Luca snapped on one of his clamps. We all reacted like that whenever Diego called Wes Daddy around us. It was so fucking rare, usually saved for when they were in private. It felt both sexy and sacred whenever it happened.
“Of course, angel.”
I never thought I’d find it erotic to listen to someone instruct my brother on how to put on nipple clamps, but it fucking was. Especially because Maverick ordered Skye to stop moving, so there he was, warming my dick with his ass, the only motions the involuntary tremors as he fought to stay still while Wes very patiently, and with so much detail, taught Diego.
In the end, they did it together, Wes teasing my buds until they were hard and then snapping the clamps on with Diego. The pinch was brutal, and by the time they were done, tears filled my eyes and the bondage rattled with my movements I couldn’t quite control.
Diego grinned at me as he backed up. Maverick was there again, with a thin chain and a smile. He hooked the chain connecting my clamps to Skye’s, then stepped back, admiring his work.
The length forced Skye to lean all the way forward if he wanted to avoid tugging.
