I lube up my cock one more time before I press the head against his ass. I grunt when he opens up for me and he hisses out a breath. I can feel his legs start to shake as I press into him until I’m buried balls deep.
“You’re so fucking tight, Kill,” I grit the words out through my teeth, barely holding on.
“S’good,” he mumbles, burying his face in the couch.
As I grip the back of his neck with one hand and his hip with the other, I start to pull out of him slowly. I have no intention of taking it easy on him, but the way he’s squeezing my cock is almost too much for me to take. Pumping in and out of him a few times, I loosen him up.
When I feel his muscles relax, I grin. The next time I fill him, I slam into him. He rocks forward over the arm of the couch and it’s so damn beautiful.
I widen my stance and growl, “You can’t get away from me, Killian.”
I start thrusting in and out of him, fucking him harder and faster with each stroke. He already got his. This is for both of us, because we both need it, but you better fucking believe I’m going to be chasing my pleasure.
“Don’t want to,” he pants the words out between moans.
“That’s right you don’t. Your ass is so fucking tight. It feels so good; you’re trying to strangle my cock.” I groan and tighten my grip on his body, pinning him in place. The only movement I allow is his lungs expanding and he better thank his lucky fucking stars I’m allowing that much. “Edison would be dripping all over this couch if she was watching the way you’re taking my cock right now.”
“Fuck,” he barks out and turns his head to the side, closing his eyes.
“Can you see her? How her brown eyes would be so big and unblinking, not wanting to miss a moment. She’d want to bury her fingers in her sopping wet cunt, but we’d tell her no. She has to watch me fuck you, watch me own you,” I snarl.
“Jude,” he gasps.
“That’s right. Tell her. Tell her how good I’m making you feel,” I command him, leaving no room for questions or interpretations.
“Feels so good. I love the way your big cock fills my ass.” He groans and tries to push back against me as I fuck him, but he can’t. I won’t let him. “Love to have her sweet pussy wrapped around my cock right now so she could feel each one of your thrusts inside of me.”
I shiver, thinking about fucking them both with him as a conduit. My balls draw up tight and I know I’m not going to be able to last much longer. His ass clenches down and my vision starts to blur.
“Fuck yes. Gonna show her how much you love my cock buried deep inside of you next time.” I lean over his back and bite down on his shoulder, grunting around his flesh and making him tremble in my arms. I whisper in his ear, “Gonna fill your ass with my cum, Killian.”
“Yes,” he starts to chant the word over and over, getting louder with each thrust.
I feel it, that last bit of rope snaps and I fill him completely with my cock, pushing deep before I erupt. I feel his own release, hot and sticky, splash against my ankle, but I don’t give a fuck. Every spurt of my cum in Killian’s ass feels like a claiming and I’m more than okay with it.
“Good boy,” I groan before nipping at his earlobe as he lets out a big breath, one it feels like he’s been holding for a long time. “No more blaming yourself, Killian,” I whisper. “She’s going to be okay and she’s going to come around. There’s no other choice. She’s ours.”
He cranes his neck slightly and I pull back just enough to look him in the eye, his hazel depths begging for truth and not lies. He sounds less broken when he asks, “Promise?”
I kiss his lips softly and murmur, “Promise.”
I stand slowly and pull out of him, not giving a fuck about the mess it’s going to make. I take a moment and look at the way my cum drivels out of his ass before pulling him up and leading him to the primary bedroom and starting the shower. We step in together, touching and kissing as we wash each other.
“I think we might just need to storm the castle, so to speak,” I tell him after we’ve stepped out, dried off and been quiet for a while.
He arches an eyebrow, but his eyes sparkle with mischief. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I think we’ve given her enough time to think. She needs to get used to us and what we’re offering. I think we’ve given her too much time to run and question everything. No more.”
When Coyle walks in, a shit eating grin on his face, I have a feeling he’s going to be on board. I feel like I’m on cloud fucking nine when he flops into a chair, a knowing look in his eyes.
“She’s always going to be a little mouse and run unless we don’t give her another choice,” his voice is firm, as if he thinks we’re going to disagree.
We share a look and a smirk. Yeah, no more running little mouse. You’re ours, time to show you just what that means.
CHAPTER 10
KILLIAN