Page 76 of Too Many Beds

Lucas shakes his head emphatically. “More.” It’s overwhelming, just the sensation of Creek continuing to fuck him so roughly right after he’s come, but he manages to not wail over it like a cat in heat until the mattress dips in two places. A glance on either side shows two naked men, mirrored as they crawl toward him. He feels hands petting his hair, stroking the length of his back. It’s nice, but gets much more interesting when Creek grabs him by the elbows and lifts his torso from the bed, baring his chest.

Poe, direct and determined, fuses his hot mouth around one of Lucas’s tits, and after a second, Oliver joins in with the other. Together they flick and lick his nipples, making Lucas twitch and jerk as Creek continues to fuck him, fingers bruising the tender inside of his arms.

Everything is amazing until, an indeterminate handful of minutes later, Ranger’s voice breaks through the sound of Lucas’s escalating moans.

“This is not what I expected to find when I went looking for my crew.”

Lucas can’t quite look over his shoulder in this position, so Creek obligingly sets him down, making sure each of the twins have him stabilized so he doesn’t fall on his face. Unlike the first introduction, Lucas doesn’t feel embarrassed or willing to accommodate a termination of their sexy little tangle. Not with the strange chemical flowing through his veins, making him feel bright and alive. If the crew were to reveal their discovery of this substance during the vastpink mining, the galaxy would go fucking insane to acquire and market it—but Lucas can think about that later.

For now, he knee-walks to the edge of Creek’s bed, accepting the man’s help when he makes a wobbly attempt to stand. Once certain he won’t fall, Lucas saunters up to Ranger, uncaring of his nudity. He looks the man up and down, from his boots to the highlights playing over the dark skin of muscular arms, landing on the half-amused smirk on his dusky lips.

Lucas sways a bit, and though he doesn’t think he’d have fallen, he more than welcomes Ranger’s hand catching the side of his neck, fingers pushing into his hair, auburn darkened with sweat.

“Technically, they aren’t your crew anymore,” Lucas informs him. “You fulfilled your contract terms, and all of you should be home by now.”

Snorting, Ranger says, “Not how that works, Captain Collingwood.”

Lucas shrugs. “Did you have an update on the situation, or can we get back to it?”

“Your engineer worked their magic manually programming a navigation course onto the console. We’ll be able to take off as soon as everyone is…” Ranger eyes his men. Poe and Oliver have scrunched their naked bodies behind Creek’s blanket, and Creekactually tucked his dick away, but none of the three look keen to break up the party. “In a decent state.”

“Decency is overrated,” Lucas says. “Anyhow, you’re welcome to join us, or else tell Andi and Tim to steer clear for the next… Well, when the noises stop, I suppose.”

Ranger traces the bottom of Lucas’s lip with his thumb. “You’re surprisingly filthy, Captain.”

“So I’ve heard. Still not filthy enough, by my estimation.” It wins him a robust chuckle, the pleasure from which settles in Lucas’s stomach and churns. “You could help. Or I’m going to have to escort you out.” Behind him, Poe breaks into laughter. Creek covers his eyes, but his red-tipped ears expose his embarrassment.

Fortunately, Ranger is a smart man who can tell when he’s lost a fight. “At least let me take my boots off instead of scattering them like these animals,” he says, gesturing at the twins who have, in fact, left their uniforms in piles of fabric on the floor. Lucas tails him to his bunk, watching intently as he undresses, putting each item of clothing away before moving to the next. Once naked, he folds his arms over his defined pectorals and tilts his head, his long locs draping over his shoulder. He’s still flaccid, but that’s okay.

Lucas knows how to fix that.

The floor is cold under his bare feet, and colder under his knees, but it’s worth it to see Ranger’s hazel eyes widen, pupils blowing at the sight. Shuffling tells him the other three have come out of hiding. He grins at the barely audible click of Creek’s cybernetic eye adjusting to give him a better view of Lucas leaning in to take Ranger’s soft cock between his lips.

He’s gentle with it, taking his time suckling the head and massaging his balls. Ranger sucks in a breath, then places both hands on Lucas’s head, palms wide and curving around his whole cranium. He doesn’t direct him; just holds on. By the timeRanger’s cock is erect, shiny with spit, the head rosy and curved up toward the ceiling, the rest of his crew have formed a circle around Lucas.

“Finally took off your pants,” Lucas snarks, then laughs when Creek grabs him by the hair, nowhere as gentle as Ranger, and drags Lucas’s mouth back to his neglected cock. Lucas relaxes his throat, welcoming Creek’s length all the way inside. He keeps one hand on Ranger’s dick, the other reaching out and finding Poe’s thigh, which he follows up to his primary target.

Splitting his attention between four dicks when he has a limited amount of hands and only one mouth makes for a bit of a challenge until Oliver drops to his knees beside him. Lucas accepts the quick kiss he plants on his lips, then makes space for Oliver to steal control of Creek’s cock. He laves his tongue over Creek’s balls while Oliver does his level best to match Lucas’s deep-throat skills. It’s not easy, and Oliver chokes more than a few times, but Creek is surprisingly gentle with him compared to his rough handling of Lucas.

He reroutes to switching between Ranger and Poe, until Ranger catches him under the arm and pulls him to his feet. “You’ve done enough work for the moment. Come let yourself be spoiled before we wreck the rest of you.” Ranger guides Lucas to lie on his bed, then wastes no time burying his face in his cunt.

Lucas barely has the presence of mind to gesture for Poe to come close enough to thrust his cock through the tunnel of Lucas’s fingers, holding his wrist steady while he fucks his hand. The other curls into the sheets, clawing as Ranger works his tongue against the head of Lucas’s cock. He’s merciless and driven, and another orgasm rips out of Lucas with twice the ferocity of the first.

But Ranger doesn’t fuckingstop.

He thrusts two fingers into Lucas’s cunt, gathering wetness before smearing it lower. Lucas clenches and cries out, assholeclenching under the pads of Ranger’s fingers circling the entrance while he continues sucking his cock, bobbing his head shallowly.

“Relax,” Creek coaxes, even as he catches both of Lucas’s wrists and holds them together over his head.

Lucas squeals and thrashes, bucking up against Ranger’s mouth. “I can’t!” he cries when Creek shushes him.

“Grab his knees,” Ranger tells the twins, who don’t hesitate to obey their leader’s instructions. Once Lucas is fully secured Ranger switches to fucking his tongue gently against his rim, slippery fingers jacking his over-sensitive cock at the same time.

“It’s too much!”

But Lucas’s protests gain nothing from Ranger but laughter, breath hot against the throbbing folds of his pussy. Tears streak paths down Lucas’s cheeks and he thrashes with his full strength when Ranger returns his mouth to his cock, tongue circling again and again. He manages to get his slicked littlest finger inside Lucas’s asshole, and he clenches around it. The other three men have Lucas wholly trapped, so he has nowhere to go when Ranger fucks his remaining three fingers into his cunt and pumps all four viciously.

Lucas is on a precipice, wailing as he tries to escape, then leans into the overwhelming pleasure, bucking his hips down before attempting fruitlessly to escape once more. And failing, of course. Creek pinches and smacks his tits, commenting on them with a lazy, “These are so cute,” which Lucas registers but barely hears over his own sobs.

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