Page 32 of Laurels and Liquor

I go to answer, but Mateo’s other hand rips my hand away from the dildo, grabbing it and fucking me fast and hard, knocking the wind from me. Now that I’m not contorting myself, the head brushes against my prostate relentlessly, making my toes curl with white-hot pleasure. My hands fist into the sheets and I try to match Mateo’s pace, but then he stops. I look up at him, indignant. But he’s smirking, and something about the expression makes my stomach drop with another rush of need.

“Look at your slut, Rhett. He was about to come without anyone touching his cock,” Mateo sneers, making me flush.

“So greedy, always wanting to come when he hasn’t earned it,” Rhett chides darkly.

Mateo spits on my cock, stroking it harshly with no warning. I clench on the dildo, trying to twist and thrust up into Mateo’s fist, but he stops after only a few pumps. He laughs, and my cock throbs, so hard it almost hurts.

“So fucking needy, aren’t you?” Mateo snaps, moving his knee to press against the base of the dildo as his hand returns to my cock.

I roll my hips, finally able to get leverage to fuck the dildo properly without having to touch it. But then Mateo grabs my balls and twists, making me scream. Pain streaks up my spine, and the wires cross in my brain, and to my horror, my cock throbs, cum shooting up my chest and stomach.

“Pathetic. Couldn’t even hold it until you got a real cock,” Mateo spits, releasing me.

I’m panting, skin on fire. My pulse thumps in my scalp, and I can’t stop fucking the dildo, lost in the chase for pleasure. Mateo's hand grazes my stomach, fingers scooping up my cum, making me shiver. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, ready to accept it, but he just laughs. Any retort I might have been able to come up with dies in a shout as Mateo uses my cum as lube, stroking my over-sensitive cock back to full hardness.

“Little slut wants something in his mouth. What do you think, Coop?” Mateo asks, condescending and arousing all at once.

“Give him something good to suck on,” Rhett gasps, but it’s almost distant as the never-ending wave of pleasure crashes over and over.

But then suddenly, the dildo is ripped from my ass, leaving me gaping and clenching on nothing. I’m about to protest when Mateo presses the broad head into my open mouth, nearly making me gag as he pushes it deep. I moan as he sets a steady pace, fucking my throat with the replica alpha cock.

“That’s it, take it. Take that dick like the good little slut you are,” Mateo snarls, pushing the limits of my gag reflex.

I take a shaky breath through my nose, trying to ride it out, but then his weight settles on me, and his cock presses against my ass. There’s no time to prepare myself before he’s fucking me, the speed of his hips matching the speed of his hand as he fucks me from both ends. I can only hang on, my cock still hard and sensitive as it brushes against Mateo’s belly. It’s not long before I’m right there at the edge again, whimpering around the cock in my mouth.

“Do you feel that, slut? That cock in your ass? Aren’t you grateful to have an alpha fucking you, even though you don’t deserve it?” Mateo snaps, losing his steady rhythm for a moment as I clench around him.

I nod, but Mateo growls, pounding harder, almost painfully.

“Answer, pet. Thank him for fucking your unworthy ass,” Rhett snarls.

I attempt to speak, but it comes out a garbled mess. Thankfully, Mateo pulls the dildo free, tossing it aside before putting his hand around my throat and forcing my eyes up to meet his. He’s got the camera poised over my face, and I look between him and it when I whimper, pleasure and pain mixing together as Mateo batters my sweet spot over and over.

“Th-thank you, sir. Thank you, Mateo, for fucking me,” I stammer, tongue feeling almost too big for my mouth.

“Beg me for my cum, slut,” Mateo orders, a wildness to him that I’ve never seen before.

His fingers squeeze and blackness closes in on the edges of my vision. I try to get the words out, but I only manage to mouth the word “please.” He laughs cruelly, the sound echoing in my head.

“You don’t get to breathe until I come. Make me come, slut. Squeeze that ass—oh, fuck, just like that. He’s so good, Rhett. So tight,” Mateo babbles.

I can only hang on, the world fading. I reach up and drag my short nails down Mateo’s chest, not trying to escape, but for something to hang onto. With a shout, Mateo drives forward, until his knot presses against me and his cum spills deep. He releases his grip, and my body convulses, pleasure screaming through me as I come again, painting both of our chests this time.

There’s a long stretch where we don’t speak, and I look up at Mateo with wide, disbelieving eyes. I had no idea he had a side like that in him, but fuck if I don’t want to bring it out again. When he withdraws, I’m left with that thoroughly fucked ache, and the feeling of his cum sliding out of my ass and onto the bed.

“Whoops. Sorry, Coop. Made a bit of a mess on your duvet.” Mateo laughs, sitting back on his heels.

“Leave it,” Rhett pants, making me laugh.

“Your sheets are going to look like a gym sock if you’re gone for too long,” I tease, stretching out slightly.

Mateo throws his head back and holds his stomach as he laughs, Rhett chuckling as well. When the laughter dies, Mateo looks down at me with a small smile.

“You okay, Luc? Do you need anything? Towel? Shower?” he prompts, genuine concern sparking in his eyes.

I shake my head. “I’m good. Thanks, uh… for the assist,” I say, finishing lamely.

Moving before my brain catches up, I hold up a fist for Mateo to bump. I blush hard, about to put it down, when he returns the gesture. And then I hear Rhett, absolutely dying of laughter on the other end of the line. Mateo and I can’t help but join him, albeit less raucously, and more bashful.

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