Page 73 of The Fortunate Ones
“Okay, go on, Skye, use your toy. Fuck him hard.”
Goddamn predicament bondage. Skye cursed under his breath and started moving, way more tentatively than our Doms would surely approve of.
Still, even the tiniest movement pulled at the chain, and I was crying out at every short thrust. Skye’s dick was leaking profusely all over my stomach, adding to all the sensations. I gritted my teeth, trying to focus all my attention on not coming. How the hell they expected that, I had no idea, but I had to try, if only to please my Doms.
I must’ve closed my eyes because suddenly, I was jolted back by a loud sound. Maverick smacking Skye’s ass. “We said hard, slut. Not whatever this is.”
Skye’s eyes met mine, lust blown and half-present. I grinned at him. We were masos after all. This was what we fucking lived for.
He started to fuck himself on my dick for real then. It was so much. Every movement pulled on my sensitive nipples, the pain just on this side of pleasurable. Skye’s hands dug into my shoulders, his forearms on either side of my chest trying to keep his balance. His face was so close, and I needed him to kiss me so fucking badly.
I tilted my head up, offering my lips with a plea in my expression.
Thank fuck, Skye took pity on me, and as his thrusts got faster, his mouth claimed mine in a sloppy, aggressive kiss. It was all teeth and tongue.
Skye’s dick was pressed against my stomach, and he used the friction to get himself off. He was close. I could tell by the way his movements got shaky and the little, breathy gasps he let out against my lips. I turned my head just enough to suck in a gasping breath.
“Please, Sir, can I come?”
Luca laughed. “No. You can if you want, Skye.”
I sobbed as Skye muttered, “Thank fuck.” Luca came close, and then I felt his fist against my stomach as he jerked Skye off. He eyed me sternly. “You’d better hold off, boy.”
Yeah, easy for him to say. “Y-yes, Sir.” My teeth chattered with the effort of stopping the onslaught of my orgasm.
“Coming,” Skye said through gritted teeth. A second later, his release splashed against my stomach and his hole pulsed, milking the fuck out of my dick.
“Sir, Sir, please. I can’t hold it anymore. Please, Sir, can I come?”
Luca clucked his tongue in disappointment, and I almost cried.
“What do you expect from a slut like him?” Maverick added conversationally. “He can’t control himself.” He was right there now, behind Skye, who had collapsed on top of me, but I was still inside him. Mav’s fingers trailed up my ass and then to my exposed hole. He pushed a finger in, and before I could utter a word, I exploded, my orgasm hitting me so hard I saw stars.
LUCA
“Shit.” Skye’s body shook from the aftershocks of Brooks’s orgasm. I had been pumping my own dick through the whole show, and that little movement, the way Skye had moaned and his eyes had rolled back in his head? The way Brooks had screamed? The way Maverick licked his lips and continued to milk Brooks’s prostate with his fingers? It all took me over the edge. My cum splashed over Brooks’s shoulder and onto his chest.
“Jesus,” Maverick muttered. He removed his fingers and then pushed inside Brooks in one quick motion.
I knew Brooks had to be oversensitized and deep in subspace, but he hung on, letting Mav use his ass to get off. It didn’t take long before he was shooting his load too.
After a scene like this, there was always a moment of calm. Where everyone involved paused and took in everything. Where we all basked in the afterglow and high of a scene. But then reality hit hard, especially for us Doms. We had boys who had to be taken care of, and they wouldn’t wait.
Maverick pulled out, panting. I could see the muscles in his thick thighs shaking with the effort of staying standing. He managed, taking a shaky step toward the boys.
“You did so good,” he whispered, voice husky, “both of you.” He gently lifted Skye up enough to remove the chain attaching their nipple clamps.
I snapped into action, coming to Brooks and taking one of his chained wrists in my hand. I gave it a light kiss before unfastening it. “You’re amazing, trouble. My perfect boy.” I massaged it for a moment before doing the same to his other wrist.
Wes, who was holding a dazed Diego tightly to his side, ruffled Brooks’s hair and then Skye’s. “I’m always so amazed by all of you. Fucking perfect.”
Maverick removed both sets of nipple clamps. The boys were so out of it, they barely reacted, even though I knew it had to hurt like a bitch.
Maverick and I worked together to unhook Brooks’s thighs, kissing up his legs and spouting praise the whole time. Praise after a scene, especially for Brooks, was essential. He liked a little humiliation during the moment, but he had to be reminded how much we loved him, how wonderful we all thought he was when it was done. We were happy to give it to him.
“We’ll get the bath started,” Wes whispered to me as he handed me a water bottle. I took it gratefully, offering him a quiet thanks. Mav was already bringing another to Skye’s lips. Wes squeezed my shoulder and then took Diego’s hand and led him to the attached bath/shower combo in the playroom. I turned my attention to Brooks, feeding him small sips. When he drank about half the bottle, I quickly chugged the other half.
Maverick maneuvered Skye and helped him to his feet. Almost all his weight was on Maverick, him not even bothering to hold himself up. Mav took it easily, kissing the side of his face.
