oh hell nah

Your body was tense, muscles spasming as Dico pulled another orgasm out of you. You lost count ages ago, or at least that's how it felt. It could've been ten minutes, an hour or a day, you couldn't tell the difference.

"Hello? Anyone in there?" Dico lightly tapped your forehead with his free hand, grinning, his other hand still busy mercilessly rubbing little circles on your clit. All you could do in response was whimper and weakly attempt to wriggle out of his grasp.

"Where do you think you're going?" His tone was dripping with amusement as he pulled you back into your original position, fingers still toying with your oversensitive clit.

"'m done." You murmured into his chest, barely audible, your arousal starting to grow again from his persistent movements.

"Yeah, and?" He said so matter of factly that your fucked out mind started to question itself. "I'm not done with you." As those words left his mouth, his thumb replaced his middle and ring finger as they dipped inside you. A little shriek left escaped your throat, pulling a chuckle out of him.

"Can't." You couldn't even finish your sentence, body exhausted from the constant orgasms. You clenched your eyes shut, tears pricking at the corners.

"Aw, don't say that." Dico's tone was suddenly sweeter, his hand coming up to hold your cheek tenderly. "Don't underestimate yourself babe." He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. His fingers didn't slow down even for a moment, despite his sudden gentle demeanor and it sent you reeling.

"You can take it." The cold, teasing tone was back, his tender touches gone as he sped up his movements, pulling desperate whines and moans out of you. Before you knew it, you were clenching around him, cumming for god only knows which time.

You weren't really a smoker, but when you were drunk, there was nothing more appealing than the long, slow drag of smoke filling your lungs. You looked around the crowd, searching for someone who you could steal a cigarette from. Dico was stingy with his, Raab was probably in the same boat as you, Bam was nowhere to be found and. Jackpot.

You made your way to the back porch, the sound of the door opening making Ryan turn his head. "Can I bum a smoke?" You blurted out before he could even greet you properly. "Don't have any." Those words felt like a slap to the face, and your expression mirrored that. "C'mon dude, just one drag." You whined as you watched the smoke spill from his lips oh so temptingly as he shook his head.

"It's my last one."

"We can share."

"Sure."

You weren't expecting him to take another drag and pull you in by the collar of your shirt, your surprised yelp giving him the perfect opportunity to blow the smoke into your mouth. You breathed it in, body melting into his as your lips connected. You weren't sure if the floating feeling was due to the smoke or Ryan's body pressing against yours in a way that's only ever happened in your dreams before.

He traced down your body with one hand as he disconnected your lips, pressing the cigarette to his mouth again, inhaling the last bit of smoke before exhaling it into your mouth again. If his mouth wasn't on yours, you would've screamed at the sensation of his hand on your dick and the scorching pain of the cigarette being put out on your arm, but you couldn't seem to pull away.

When Tremaine asked you to help him out with a new project, you didn't think much of it. You never expected to end up in a janky hotel room on a different continent, two pairs of hands exploring your body, the air heavy with the smell of smoke and lust.

You were lying against Steve-O's chest, his arms wrapped around you, hands running down your torso as he peppered your neck in little kisses and bites, leaving a trail of faint love bites as he went. Chris was kneeling between your spread legs, catching your mouth in a searing kiss while he traced the inside of your thigh. The constant contact made you feel like you were on a different plane, but it wasn't enough. A whine left your mouth when Chris's hand came so close before he moved it lower again, the noise making both of the men laugh.

"Just relax." Steve whispered into your ear, biting it gently. "Let us take care of you." He shot a glance to his co-star, signaling for him to stop teasing, and so he did. Chris examined your face with a smile as he pushed one finger into you gently, quickly followed by another, and another. Steve was rubbing soothing circles into your hip as your body got used to the stretch, little whimpers of discomfort soon turning into ones of pleasure.

You didn't have any time to complain when Chris pulled his fingers out of you because Steve was already maneuvering you so he could enter you. You lowered yourself on his cock, a soft sigh leaving your lips when you sank down fully. They gave you a moment to get used to the feeling before you felt Chris enter you, painfully slow to let you adjust to the stretch. You felt so full when he buried himself in you, the sensation unfamiliar and almost unnatural.

The three of you stayed like that for a while as you got used to the feeling, an experimental squeeze making the two men groan in tandem, making you chuckle. The two seemed to have the same idea as they thrust up into you at the same time, making you squeak, causing you all to erupt in a mess of giggles. "You can move. Please." The last word was barely audible, not much more than a breath.

You were a mess as soon as they started moving, nails digging into Chris's strong arms, head falling back onto Steve's shoulder. The noises leaving your mouth were pornographic, loud and so very satisfied, they were music to the Wildboyz's ears, only spurring them on. You couldn't form coherent thoughts, the pleasure in your stomach rapidly building.

"Fuck, O, look." You didn't even register Chris's words, but you felt his fingers ghost over your stomach. "That's fucking hot." Steve spoke right next to your ear and your eyes followed his hand as it moved down your torso, pressing down on the bulge of your stomach. The pressure was too much for you, pushing you over the edge as you dug your nails deeper into Chris's skin, the moan that left your mouth feeling like your lungs were being pulled out of your body.

You went limp against them, their bodies holding you up as they continued to move, chasing their own orgasms. You felt white ropes shoot inside you as you tightened around them, both of them groaning in your ear as they came. They both pulled out, and you couldn't deny that you already missed the feeling of being so full.

"We should really do that again."

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." You said as you sat down in the confessional, trembling slightly for the first time since your first confession as a child. The little screen separating you wasn't enough to ease your anxiety, knowing you were so close to him. "It's been 6 months since my last confession." Six months since he came to your church. Six months since your mind got overtaken by thoughts of him.

"These are my sins." And with that, you took a deep breath, followed by a beat of silence as you collected your thoughts. You listed off the usual, everyday sins, but when it came time to confess what you really came for, you couldn't find the strength to say it. You shifted in your seat, taking another deep breath before speaking.

"I've been having lustful thoughts, Father." An understanding hum was heard from the other side of the confessional. "About... a priest." You could've sworn you heard him chuckle and you felt more exposed than ever in your life, even behind the screen.

"And what is it that you've been thinking about?" The smirk in his voice was apparent, almost taunting. It felt like the words were being pulled out of you by an invisible force, detailing all the late night thoughts of him taking you in various positions and various places in the church.

There was another moment of silence and your anxiety spiked, thinking you'd gone too far, offended him, disgusted him even. But just as your thoughts started racing, the door of the confessional opened, his lean figure standing over you, looking down with darkened eyes.

"Kneel." Was all he said, and you did, falling to your knees in front of him, eyes never leaving his. His fingers threaded through your hair as he unbuttoned his slacks and you came face to face with the subject of your late night fantasies. You opened your mouth expectantly and another chuckle left his mouth, running the tip against your lips before pushing in.

His dick hit the back of your throat, making you gag around it which pulled a low groan from his chest. He let you do the work, bobbing your head up and down rhythmically, almost in a daze, taking what you were given gratefully. You whined when he pulled his dick out of your mouth, keeping your head in place by your hair as you tried to chase the contact.

"Continue your confession." He all but growled, his usually warm eyes filled with lust, stroking his dick mere inches from your face. And so you did as he said, looking up at him with desperate eyes.

"My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against You whom I should love above all things. I firmly intend, with Your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. Our Savior Jesus Christ suffered and died for us. In his name, my God, have mercy."

As soon as the last word of the prayer left your, his dick was hitting the back of your throat again. He fucked your mouth mercilessly as he prayed: "God, the Father of mercies, through the death and the resurrection of His Son has reconciled the world to Himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins."

His words were getting breathier, his movement sloppier. "Through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father" thrust "and of the Son" thrust "and of the Holy Spirit."

And with the last word, he came, painting the inside of your throat white. You swallowed gratefully, feeling closer to God than during any eucharist of your life. "Amen." You said as you wiped your spit slicked lips, getting up and watching Father Johnny straighten himself out.

Just as you were about to leave, squeezing past him through the confessional door, he grabbed your hand, stopping you in your tracks. He flashed you his signature smile, all teeth and southern charm.

"Oh, babe..." was all Ehren could utter when he walked into your bedroom, bags dropping from his hands, his face flushed and mouth slightly agape at the sight before him. You were sitting at the edge of the bed, dressed only in a black negligee, the see-through fabric not leaving much to the imagination. A small chuckle escaped you at the bewildered state of your boyfriend, who slowly made his was to you, as you got up to meet him halfway, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you placed a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I've missed you." You whispered against his lips, a small smile adorning your face as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. His fingers traced the lace trim of your dress, playing with the hem, before connecting your lips in a searing kiss. His hands moved lower, encircling your thighs and picking you up easily, not breaking the kiss, as he laid you down onto the bed, caging you in with his body.

"You're gorgeous." He said between kisses, his hand making its way under the dress, a quiet groan leaving his lips when he noticed the lack of underwear. His fingers soon found their way inside you, pumping gently as he placed kisses down your neck, moans spilling from your lips. You whined when he pulled his fingers out of you to unbuckle his belt, pulling his pants down and pushing your dress up.

His hands hooked around your knees, pulling your legs up as he eased into you, both of you moaning out when he bottomed out. His thrusts were fast and unsteady, already close just from looking at you adorned with silk and lace, the prettiest noises he's ever heard coming out of your open mouth. He set down one of your legs, moving his hand to rub at your clit instead.

Your moans grew louder as he moved inside you, only getting faster and faster as he got closer to his orgasm. You traced the arm still holding your leg up, before entwining your fingers with his, your grip tightening as your orgasm approached. He watched your face contort in pleasure as you tightened around him, pulling him over the edge with you.