Page 58 of Complete Me

My brain helpfully provides a clear picture of Bjorn buried balls deep in my ass, pulling almost all the way out before slamming home again. My cock throbs as the fantasy image is burned into my lust-addled brain, and all the blood in my body rushes south. “Yes! Oh, god. Yes, please.”

“Kaino, what do you think?”

Kaino’s fingers alternate between circling my hole and lightly tapping against it. “Mmm. I think I want to suck him while he rides you.” Christ on a cracker, they’re going to kill me with this teasing. Kaino’s eyes take on a mischievous gleam. “Stroke your balls, Xander. Feel how heavy they are.” Bjorn groans into my neck, obviously liking that image. Kaino gently presses a fingertip against my pucker, and I relax, willing the tip to slip inside. “Maybe I’ll finger fuck you while you fuck yourself on Bjorn.”

With a groan so loud the neighbors surely hear, Bjorn surges to his feet, hauling me out of the water with him. The water sloshes violently, threatening to overflow onto the floor, and I try not to flail in panic. “Christ, Bjorn, your side!”

“It’s fine. On the bed. Now.” I’m not sure who that’s directed at. Maybe all of us? Regardless, Bjorn does seem fine, and I’m utterly on board with the bed plan. He carefully sets me on the bathroom floor, making sure I’m steady on my feet before letting go to reach for towels. He tosses one to each of us, and I cursorily dry off before lobbing my damp towel onto the vanity and dashing into the bedroom to fling myself into the middle of the bed. “Ready.” Murmurs come from the bathroom, too quiet for me to make out actual words, followed by Bjorn’s deep chuckle. I voice my displeasure at the delay. “Feeling left out, over here. Less talking, more fucking, please.”

Bjorn exits the bathroom, tossing his damp towel at my head. “Cheeky little shit.”

I bat it to the floor, not caring that it’s damp, seeing as Bjorn didn’t care if it landed on the bed. “Yes, four cheeks, in fact. Two of which are feeling highly neglected.” I roll over and present my neglected cheeks. “See?” I look over my shoulder at him in what I hope is a sexy, come-here-and-fuck-me-now look. As if summoned, Kaino leaves the bathroom and heads straight for Bjorn’s towel. They raise an eyebrow at me as they snatch it from the floor and carry it into the bathroom. “Kaino, the towel can wait.”

Their voice echoes off the tile. “And you can’t. Is that it?”

When they reappear, I shake my head, reaching for Bjorn, who has crawled up the mattress to flop down next to me. “No. I can’t.” There’s no point in denying what they both already know. I’m a needy thing, and I must have them both. Now. The look that passes between them is unnerving in the best way, and I squirm. Hoping to play to the indulgent part of their nature, I drop my chin and stick out my lower lip a little. “Please?”

Bjorn leans across me and snatches the bottle of lube from the side table. “Doc.” The seriousness of his tone has my attention, and I meet his eyes. “Condom?”

For a long moment, I consider, then slowly shake my head. “No. We don’t need it.” Bjorn’s answering smile is huge. He squirts a significant amount of lube into his hand and strokes it over his cock. “Come here, baby.” As I pull up onto my knees, Bjorn props himself against the headboard and loops an arm around my waist, hauling me against his chest, my thighs straddling his, so he can slide his lubed hand between my cheeks to stroke over my hole. I slip my fingers into his short hair and moan against his lips, teasing them with my tongue before he opens and takes over the kiss. I’m so distracted by the sensual caress of his tongue against mine that I forget everything else.

Until he slides a thick finger inside me, and my body lights up with pleasure. “Fuck.” Moaning the word against his lips, I squeeze my eyes shut and press back against his hand.

He tightens his arm around me, pinning me to his chest. “Stop. You’re not in charge right now.” Recalling the murmured conversation he had with Kaino in the bathroom, I glance over my shoulder at them. They’re watching us intently, eyes fixated on Bjorn’s finger sliding in and out of my ass. The lust in their eyes electrifies all my nerves. The hunger there makes me ache for more. I love that they’re watching us. I lean forward a bit, giving them a clearer view, wanting to show off. Bjorn’s voice rumbles in my ear. “You like when Kaino watches us.” It’s not a question. “You like showing them your pretty, pink hole. The way it pulls my finger deeper, greedy for more.” I try to rub my cock against Bjorn’s torso, but he’s holding me in place. “Fuck, baby, you’re leaking all over me. That’s so fucking hot.”

“Bjorn.”

“Hush. We’re in no hurry.” He nips at my jaw, and I glare at him.

“We most certainly are.” I try to wriggle in his arms, needing to thrust back against his hand, desperate to rub my cock against something. Anything at this point. When bossy doesn’t get me what I want, I switch tactics. “Please?” I brush the tip of my nose against his. “I need you. I need you deep inside me, fucking me so perfectly.” I brush my mouth over his slightly parted lips. “I remember what that fat cock feels like buried deep inside me, and I need it. I need you. Please.”

With a groan, Bjorn slips his finger free and spins me around, pulling me back against his chest as his cock returns to the cleft of my ass. “This what you need, baby? You need my cock?” I nod and stifle a whimper. “You want it buried deep in you?” I nod vigorously, but Bjorn’s having none of that. “Tell me, Xander. Let me hear you.” He thrusts his cock between my cheeks, rubbing over my hole. “Do you want this?”

“Yes. Yes, I want your cock. I want it so much.” My voice is almost frantic, and I don’t care.

Kaino crawls onto the bed and kneels between our legs. “Such a good boy for us.” They trail their hands up my thighs. “So needy.” I moan as Kaino’s fingers stroke up the length of my cock. They glance past me to Bjorn. “I think he’s ready.”

Without warning, Bjorn lifts me up and tilts his hips, adjusting the angle so when he lowers me, the head of his cock catches on the rim of my hole. Whimpering, I put my feet flat on the bed and squat over him so our bodies align. Then he pulls me down as his hips thrust up, and he slides inside me. I gasp as my body stretches around him, trying to accommodate his girth, but there’s no pain. Just the delicious feeling of being stretched almost, but not quite, uncomfortably, completely filled, the ache absolutely perfect. My descent is controlled, Bjorn helping support my weight until his pelvis is pressed against my ass. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good.”

His arms tighten around me, and he nuzzles my ear. “Not too much?”

I shake my head. “No. It’s perfect.”

“You take me like a champ.”

I laugh, imagining the drawer of toys I have at home. “Just because I haven’t been with anyone in a while, doesn’t mean I haven’t bottomed.”

It takes him a minute, but then his dirty chuckle tickles my ear. “That so?” He rocks up into me. “Does that mean you’re ready for me to fuck you until you see stars?”

Moaning, I nod quickly. “Yes. Yes, please.”

He grips my thighs tighter. “Then hold on, baby. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”

“That’s my favor—” The rest of my words are swallowed by my gasp as Bjorn snaps his hips against me, thrusting deep. “Oh fuck, ye—” He slams into me again, stealing what little breath I have. “God, Bjorn, that’s—” His next thrust knocks the wind out of me, and I fall back against him, gasping for air. “God dammit, Bjorn, stop teasing and fuck me already!” That must be the signal he’s waiting for, because I barely say the words before his infuriatingly slow rhythm becomes a barrage of jackhammer thrusts, and my only option is to lace my fingers behind his neck and hold on until he runs out of steam.

He’s relentless, pounding into me again and again, stretching me wide. And I love every moment of it, my cock dribbling precum like a leaky faucet. I want to stroke myself, but can’t let go of Bjorn for fear he’ll bounce me off the bed with his thrusts. When his hips finally slow, my entire body is tingling from the repeated impact. I truly can’t remember a time when I’ve been so thoroughly fucked. Bjorn drops back against the headboard, his arm tightening around my waist as he repositions himself. “That what you had in mind, baby?”

“Not quite, but only because I had no idea you could do that.” Then I remember his side and twist myself around to look at him. “How’s your injury? You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

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