Page 108 of Shadow Waltz
I nodded, unable to speak, too full of need and spit and cock and praise.
Antoni pushed in, slow and relentless, filling me inch by inch until I thought I’d snap. He gripped my hips, holding me in place, forcing me to feel every stretch, every pulse, every shudderof his pleasure. “You feel that, Ayan?” Antoni growled. “He’s so fucking tight, it’s like being inside a fist. And he loves it. Tell him, Ash. Tell him how much you want it.”
I choked on Ayan, then managed to gasp out, “I want it—please—harder—don’t stop?—”
Ayan laughed, rough and mean, his hand tightening in my hair. “Fuck, you’re a freak, you know that? Christ. Never thought I’d let a guy suck my cock, but you—shit. You make it look good. Like you were born to be on your knees.”
Antoni fucked me slow at first, letting me feel every thrust, the lube making it smooth, wet, filthy. He watched Ayan use my mouth, watched my body take it all, and his praise turned darker. “That’s it, Ash. Take it all. Take both of us. You love it, don’t you? You’d let us ruin you every day if we let you.”
Ayan grunted, still rocking his hips with rough control, hand heavy in my hair. “Never thought I’d see a man do this and make it look that good. You just open up, let me fuck your throat. You’re hungry for it, huh?” He tightened his grip, making my eyes water, but I didn’t pull away. The praise, the roughness, the honest, unfiltered desire in his voice—it pushed me right to the edge.
Antoni’s hand slid around my waist, pulling me back against his chest as he thrust in, thick and deep, his voice hot in my ear. “Every inch, Ash. That’s it. I can feel you clenching on me. You love being filled up, don’t you? Open wider—let Ayan see how much you can take.”
I tried to answer but Ayan’s cock hit the back of my throat and all I could do was moan, spit dripping down my chin. I reached out blindly, fingers clawing at Ayan’s thighs, feeling the heat and the muscle under his hair-dusted skin. His abs flexed under my palm, a fine sheen of sweat making his skin slick, the scent of him sharp and masculine.
Antoni’s other hand wandered, stroking up my chest, pinching my nipple, then closing around my throat, thumb pressing just enough to send a spike of adrenaline racing through my veins. “That’s it, Ash. Let us hear you. Let him know how good he feels in your mouth.”
Ayan thrust harder, finally losing some of his careful restraint, hips snapping forward, forcing me to take him deep. “Fucking hell, you’re good at this. No one’s ever sucked me like this before. You gonna swallow for me? You gonna be a good boy and take every drop?”
I whimpered around him, and Antoni took that as a cue to pick up his rhythm. He fucked me harder, the sound of wet skin on skin, the slap of his thighs against my ass, mixing with Ayan’s growls and my desperate, muffled cries.
“Fuck, I need more,” Antoni growled suddenly, voice raw. He pulled out of me, leaving me gaping, trembling, my hole twitching and hungry. He yanked me back onto my knees and pushed my shoulders down, lining up beside Ayan.
Ayan snorted, half amusement, half arousal. “You want a taste, man?” he asked Antoni, cocky as hell but with a twitch of his lips that said he didn’t mind sharing the spotlight.
Antoni smirked, stroking his cock. “Switch places.” He nudged Ayan with his shoulder.
Ayan let go of my hair and stepped back, his cock glistening with spit, flushed dark and impossibly hard. He pressed his thumb to my cheek, smearing precome across my lips. “Don’t get lazy on me,” he muttered, “or you’re not getting another shot.”
I grinned, mouth sticky and sore, and watched as Antoni positioned himself in front of me, cock leaking, eyes dark with hunger. “Come on, Ash. Show me you can take more.”
I leaned forward, licking the head, tasting the salt and the lube, letting my lips slide over the thick length. Antoni groaned, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me as I swallowed himdown. He rocked into my mouth, patient at first, but soon his own need took over, and he fucked my throat just as Ayan had.
Behind me, Ayan grabbed my hips, his big hands spreading my cheeks, fingers teasing my hole, rubbing the slickness that Antoni had left behind. “Still so open for me,” Ayan said, sounding almost surprised. “Fuck, you’re hot like this. Never thought I’d want to fuck a man, but you make it easy.”
He slicked more lube onto his cock, the cold shock making me gasp around Antoni. Ayan lined up, his thick head pressing against my hole, and then he pushed in, slow but determined, forcing me open, making me feel every inch.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” Ayan grunted, his hands gripping my waist as he bottomed out. “You take it, though. You want it. Don’t pretend you don’t.” He started to thrust, finding his rhythm, hips slamming into me, his cock stretching me wide.
Antoni moaned, watching my face, reading every reaction, every flicker of pain and pleasure. “That’s it, Ash. Let us fuck you. Let us use you. You’re beautiful like this—just open, desperate, messy.”
I choked on him, spit and tears and snot running down my face, and it only made him fuck my mouth harder, his cock driving deep, making me gag and moan. “You’re gonna make me come, Ash,” Antoni growled, voice thick. “You want it? You want to taste it?”
I nodded, unable to speak, and he pulled out, stroking himself right over my lips. “Beg for it,” he demanded.
“Please—want it—want to taste you, Antoni. Please, come for me,” I managed to gasp, voice wrecked.
He groaned and stroked faster, watching Ayan fuck me from behind, watching the way my body bounced between them. “That’s it, Ash. Good boy. Take it all.”
Ayan’s thrusts grew ragged, his grip bruising, his voice breaking. “Fuck, I’m close. Gonna fill you up, Ash. You want that? You want my cum?”
“Yes—please, Ayan, fill me up. Use me. I want it, need it—” My words dissolved into sobs and moans, every muscle shaking.
Antoni’s cock pulsed, and he came, thick ropes splattering my face, some of it landing on my tongue, the taste hot and bitter and perfect. I licked my lips, hungry for more, and he stroked himself through it, painting me with his release.
Ayan slammed into me, hips jerking as he lost control. He let out a guttural roar, spilling deep inside me, his cock twitching, his hands holding me tight as he fucked every last drop into me.
I sobbed, overwhelmed, clenching down around him, my own cock untouched, leaking against the floor. The orgasm ripped through me, blinding and raw, cum spurting over the carpet, my body convulsing, pleasure burning through every nerve.