My body relaxed at the feeling of being alone. Harmless or not, I couldn’t help my reaction to Kirin. Or any of the others, especially Zan. I made quick work of the oatmeal, then headed back upstairs. On the second floor, I heard a yelp from down the hall.
Keep climbing.Up the second flight of stairs to the top floor.
Sucking on my bottom lip, I took one step up the stairs. And then another yelp. The sound was bordering on pained, coming from the end of the hall by the tree. I tiptoed down, floorboards creaking faintly beneath my feet. Curiosity killed the cat, they said. I shouldn’t care about a single thing going on in this damn house. By the time the next yelp sounded, I was close enough to tell it was coming from Waylon’s room.
Most likely, the sounds were sex related. Taking a cock as huge as Bennett’s couldn’t be a comfortable experience.
For some reason, knowing that made me want to open the door and peek inside more.
It was also entirely possible they were in the beginning stages of torturing someone in there. I had to know for sure, right? With that incredibly flawed logic, I placed a hand on the knob and turned. The door opened without a creak, only a few centimetres so I could peek inside.
My mouth went dry.
This time, the one bending Waylon over the bed… well, it wasn’t Bennett. It wasKirin.
He had four thick fingers shoved into Waylon’s ass, his bare green cock bobbing and rock hard. Waylon’s expression was scrunched up in concentration and discomfort, but his cock glistened with precum where it hung beneath him. His dark tail was whipping around frantically behind him, an appendage I hadn’t noticed before. Bennett was sitting in a chair in the corner, one leg crossed over the other, watching them but luckily not looking in my direction.
I should back out and close the door. This wasn’t the men torturing someone. If it had been, what had I been planning to do? Offer myself up on a silver platter?
Heartbeat picking up, I couldn’t blame it on panic this time. Fuck. My body was responding with arousal. No. No, no, no. Being aroused was a terrible idea. What was my body thinking?
My brain was on board too, because I didn’t close the door. I kept my gaze focused intently on the stretch of Waylon’s hole to accommodate the intrusion. “Think you’re going to have fun taking my cock today?” Kirin grunted, sinking the fingers in deeper.
“No,” Waylon said, his voice a long whine. His slim form was squirming. “It’s going to hurt so bad.”
Bennett snorted. “You like it when it hurts, pathetic little slut. When Kirin uses you up, you always come begging to me for more. But you know I don’t want your ass when it’s all stretched out and messy.”
My eyes widened. Bennett didn’t seem the type to be cruel, but those words… Waylon’s cock twitched and jerked. If I could see his face, I would bet his eyes were glazed over. Did he like it? Being talked down to? I’d heard of kinks, but never been interested. Until right now. Not that I would ever willingly let Bennett use those words for me. I would cry.
“But my ass will be all ready for me to take your knot,” Waylon said.
His fingernails sharpened to claws, poking little holes in the sheets. What did he mean by knot? I’d read enough omegaverse to know what a knot was, but Bennett didn’t have one. I’d seen his cock only briefly, but I would have noticed.
I was way too focused on it not to.
Bennett groaned. “You know you don’t get to take my knot, cum slut. You don’t deserve it.”
He shifted his weight, crossing the opposite leg. The movement showed off the impressive bulge in his jeans. Was it bigger than before, or was that my imagination?
Kirin drenching his fist in lubricant tore my attention away from the words being said, and back to the impressive visual. I had a feeling I knew what he was going to do, but wasn’t sure I believed my suspicions until Kirin pulled in his thumb and pressed his whole fist inside of Waylon. He wailed, the sound caught between pain and pleasure.
The stretch looked uncomfortable. Kirin’s fist was thicker than his cock, though not by much. My breathing grew quicker as he moved his arm. Waylon’s hole was clenched tight around his wrist, convulsing. “What a whore,” Kirin said, though his tone didn’t have the same bite as Bennett’s. “I can’t believe you can take my whole fist. You’d come like this, wouldn’t you? If I just…”
He moved his hand again, almost imperceptibly, and Waylon whimpered, his cock jerking. “Please fuck me,” he said, glancing over his shoulder.
I froze.
His eyes were filled with tears, wet streaks dripping down his face, and for a second, they locked with mine. The colour rose higher in his cheeks, but instead of calling me out, he looked to Kirin. “I need you to fuck me with your huge cock, please. Please, please, please, I need it.”
With every ‘please’, his hips moved back, fucking himself on the fist. He’d begged, knowing I was watching. I felt like he may have played it up for my benefit, even. Embarrassment was his kink. Humiliation. He enjoyed knowing a random person was watching him get used.
“Try not to sound so desperate for cock,” Bennett said with a snort. “You’re nothing more than a fuck toy. We really don’t care what you want.”
To prove his point, Kirin removed his hand from Waylon. His hole gaped, confused about why it was suddenly so empty, and his body collapsed against the bed. He didn’t use his hands, but he was grinding his cock against the sheets. A sharp crack sounded a second before I realized Kirin had smacked him across the back of his thighs. “Stop.”
Waylon let out a choked sob, but moved his hips away from the bed. Bennett rolled his eyes, standing from his seat. My fingers on the doorknob were cramping, and I needed to leave. If they were moving, they would see me. But, fuck. Kirin was lubing up his cock, and I wanted to see if Waylon could take the monster. Was it possible, or had they been playing this up, only for Kirin to fuck between his thighs instead?
He’d taken the fist, though. It hadn’t been moving, but every knuckle had fit inside.
