Page 47 of Complete Me

Kaino sits up and considers. “How?”

I blink. “What?”

Pushing to their feet, Kaino moves around the end of the bed until they’re standing next to me. They stroke my jaw with their fingertips before leaning in and kissing me slowly, sensually, with the gentlest caress of their tongue along mine. “How do you want to come?”

“Um.” My brain isn’t braining properly because ‘through my cock’ can’t possibly be the right answer. I try to parse the words, but my thoughts fixate on how delicious they smell, like green tea and bergamot. How soft their lips are and how much I want to feel them against mine again.

Kaino grins, like they know I’m struggling. “Last chance for input.”

“Um.” Enough oxygen must get to my few remaining brain cells because I come up with what seems to be an acceptable answer. “Xander inside me.”

“Hmmm. What if I put you on your hands and knees and have Xander fuck you from behind? You’d feel every inch of his long, hard cock sliding into you, thrusting so deep you’d feel him in your guts.” I groan and nod vigorously, wanting that. “Or maybe I’ll have you ride him, bouncing your biteable ass on his cock until you come all over his chest.” Xander whimpers, which almost triggers an echoing one from me, but I manage to swallow it back. Fuck, why is this so arousing? I want to make the decision, but I also don’t want to. “Should I have him fuck you with the toys I know you have in one of these drawers?”

I shake my head. “No. I’ll come, and I want to come on his cock. I want him inside me.”

Kaino boops my nose. “But you’re not in charge right now, Bjorn. Give up control. Let it go.” And they’re right. I trust Kaino. They aren’t reckless. They think things through. They understand responsibility. They know what I like. I look them in the eyes and hesitate, biting my lip, unsure. Kaino takes my hand and squeezes. “Let go, Bear. I have you.”

I take a breath and give them the reins. “Okay. I trust you.”

Kaino’s eyes widen for a moment, as if my response surprises them. Maybe they were expecting more resistance. To be honest, I was too. But if anyone is the responsible adult in the room, it’s them. And then it hits me. If they’re the responsible one, that means I don’t have to be. A weight lifts from my shoulders, and I want to laugh. But that might freak them out, so I swallow it down. Kaino leans in and devours my mouth. I slide my arms around their neck and moan, clinging tighter as they pull back. They gently extricate themselves and stroke my cheek. “Thank you for trusting me.” Then the wicked gleam is back. “Now, on your back. Ass on the edge of the bed, knees pulled up to your chest.” They turn to Xander. “Alright, Kit, on your feet, stand next to the bed between his feet.”

We both scramble to obey. Xander stares at my ass, licking his lips before his eyes dart to Kaino for permission. Kaino shakes their head. “No. We haven’t showered.” Xander pouts, whimpering quietly. “You can stroke him, though. Tease him. Just don’t let him come.”

That seems to appease Xander, who grins and turns back to me, fingers ghosting around my hole. I groan, dropping my head to the mattress as he tortures me with light brushes of his fingertips, teasing the nerve-rich area. “Fuck. That feels so fucking good.” I barely restrain myself from grasping Xander’s hand and impaling myself on his fingers. I need him inside me. I want him deep like no one else ever has been. I support my weight on my shoulders, making the awkward position work so I can spread myself open for him. “Baby, you’re so good at this.” The tip of his finger teases around the furled skin, and I shiver, the ache in my balls intensifying until it’s almost too painful and the need to come is unbearable. How many times can I get this close only to have Kaino and Xander deny me again? “Fuck. Xander, baby, please.”

Xander presses his fingertip against my hole, ignoring my pleading for him to go faster, teasing me until my cock is continuously leaking precum and my body vibrates with need. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to beg him to fuck me now, goddammit. Kaino’s voice cuts through my lust-induced haze. “Look how you have him ready to explode, Kit.” Their voice is as wrecked as I feel, like what we’re doing has them just as desperate as I am. Kaino’s fingers slide through my sweat-damp hair. “Should Xander fuck you now, Bjorn?”

“Yes!” I practically whimper. “God, yes. Please.”

Kaino smacks my ass, but only hard enough to lightly sting. “On your hands and knees.” I scramble to do as I’m told. “Get him ready, Kit.”

I use the reprieve to catch my breath, calm my racing heart. Unable to accomplish either, I resort to gripping my cock, squeezing the base and breathing slowly as I listen to the click and squelch of lube being dispensed. That alone is nearly enough to make me come. Xander places a hand on my lower back, steadying me, and my heart flutters in anticipation, my body primed as he glides lubed fingers over my hole, rubbing gently before pressing two inside. “Fuck.” It’s barely a whisper as I press back, not wanting to wait for some misguided attempt to move slowly so he doesn’t hurt me. “Feels so good.” I look over my shoulder at him as I rock my hips against his hand. “Need more.”

Xander doesn’t question me. I have nothing to prove by taking more than I should, faster than I should, and he knows it. He also knows I have toys that are significantly more girthy than his two fingers. He preps me anyway, leaning over my back to kiss my shoulder as he hooks his fingers inside me, thoroughly stretching the ring of muscle before slowly fucking me with them again.

Kaino’s voice is like a sensual caress. “Is he ready, Kit?”

Xander slows his stroke, teasing me. “Ready, sweetheart?”

“God, yes. Please, Kaino. I need Xander’s cock in me.”

I hear the drawer open again, followed by the sound of foil tearing. Kaino hands Xander the condom and impressively, Xander slides it on one-handed, his fingers still stroking in and out of my ass as Kaino stands next to the bed, fingers combing through my hair again. “Turn over, Bear.” My heart clenches, and I take a breath, finally hearing what they’ve been calling me. It’s been ages, and it tugs hard at my heart. Years ago, when Kaino discovered that Bjorn means bear in Norwegian, they’d called me that as a term of affection. I look up at them, and they brush their fingers along my jaw. “I want to see your face.” They look at Xander, and though I miss the exchange, Kaino smiles and amends the request. “We want to see your face.” I turn my head and kiss their fingers, then drop onto my back, pulling my thighs up to my chest.

My gaze catches Xander’s, and there’s so much affection and desire there that my body can’t help but respond, shivering as if he’s actually stroking my cock. “You ready?”

I nod, anticipation sweeping through me like one big adrenaline rush as Xander lets his fingers slip from my body. Before I can protest, the blunt head of his cock presses against my hole, and I bear down as the mushroom head pushes inside. Xander leans in, letting gravity draw him deeper into my body. “Oh fuck.” I’m so turned on, so ready for him, that there isn’t any pain, just the incredible feeling of being stuffed full. And still it’s not enough. I spread my legs wider, and he pushes all the way in, stretching me just to the edge of discomfort. When I feel his balls pressed against my ass, I clench around him and curse as a wave of pleasure shoots through me, and I barely keep from coming. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

“Jesus Christ.” Xander squeezes his eyes shut and breathes deeply, exhaling a long sigh through his mouth.

He looks almost pained, but I can’t tell if it’s in a good way or a bad way. “You okay?”

Xander nods and opens his eyes, his smile rueful. “It’s been a very long time.” I’m not positive if he means in general or since we’ve been together, so I’m not sure how to respond. “You feel so good. I want this to last.”

I reach down and squeeze myself. “Yeah, having a similar issue. I forgot how incredible you are at this.”

The compliment isn’t bullshit, so I don’t feel manipulative saying it. But it does have the benefit of helping him relax and get his confidence going. “Yeah?” He slowly rocks his hips, each thrust longer and deeper than the last.

“Yeah. I’ve almost come at least twice now. Shit, your mouth and your fingers. And god, now your cock.” I moan as he thrusts harder. “Fuck, yeah, that feels really good, baby.”

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