Page 254 of Vile Boys

As he hits the back of my throat, he remains put. “Hold it.”

Fuck. I can’t breathe.

But Ares’s penetrative stare calms me. “Trust. Me.”

Blaine’s lips cover my nipple, and he nibbles lightly while his fingers slide up and down my slit and roll around my most sensitive spot.

“Now.”

Caleb’s howl and Blaine’s aching moan reverberate through the room, and I can feel them spurt their cum into my ass, pushing me over the edge. I fall apart with them just from the sheer depravity of it all. Right then, Ares arches his back and jets into my throat, forcing me to swallow it all down.

An avalanche of cum has brought me to the highest peak imaginable, and I don’t want to take the journey down. Until I hear Ares’s voice and all I feel is pride. “Five.”

Ares

When Caleb finally pulls out,she slumps over the couch, breathing ragged breaths. I was planning on continuing until she had ten orgasms, but maybe we pushed her too far.

I lift her from Blaine’s face with an arm around her belly and carryher away.

“What the—I can walk, you know,” she says.

“No. You’ve expended enough energy. After today, it’s about time you had a rest,” I respond, setting her on my bed. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“God, I need a chiropractor now. But it was worth it,” Blaine muses as he gets up from the couch.

“It wasn’t your butthole that got stretched to the max.” Caleb grins.

Blaine folds his arms and throws him back a smirk. “Darling, I’d let both of you stretch mine. All you need to do is ask.”

“Really?” Caleb retorts with furrowed brows.

“I’m just saying, my ass is always available, I don’t discriminate what enters.” Blaine raises a brow. “As long as it’s cleaned properly.”

Caleb’s eyes narrow, his lip twitching as his fist hardens. “Are you telling me I’m filthy?”

“You’re a pig, darling,” Blaine says, blowing him an air-kiss. “But a cute one. Like a little piglet. Oink. Oink.”

Caleb’s eyes boil over with rage as he raises his hand, ready to strike. “You motherf—”

“Caleb,” I warn. “Blaine.” Both of them stop whatever they were doing and focus on Crystal, and I can finally see their tenseness relax. “Enough.”

I put Crystal’s head down on my pillow and put the blanket over her, before I press my lips to hers, claiming that sweet, sweet aftertaste of hellish hedonistic enjoyment. And when she kisses me back, my heart almost beats out of my chest.

Kissing her makes me feel like the most powerful man on earth.

Like I could scorch the entire planet just to have her.

When I come back to a stand, my wound cracks open again, and I hiss in pain.

Her eyes shoot up to mine in panic, the kind of panic I haven’t witnessed in anyone else but Caleb, and it makes me pause.

“You’re still hurt,” she says.

“I’m fine,” I say, raising a brow at her. “Now sleep.”

She defiantly crosses her arms on the bed. “I’m fine. I don’t need sleep.”

Parroting me like a kid?

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