Take Two

This is a gangbang/loaning-reclaiming scene that was meant to take place within the book but it didn’t fit into the progression of Ren and Felton’s story to a point where it made sense. There are three scenes total that I’d intended to get into the book, but their growth as a couple was more important than the sexy times so I made a choice to cut them. There’s nothing worse than reading a book and getting to a sexy scene and feeling like it was literally just thrown in there to be there. I hate the disjointed feeling when this happens so I always make the choice to remove them and keep them for bonus scenes instead. 

Felton and Ren talk about this particular scene in chapter 28. This scene takes place before the last chapter - their wedding.

Ren

“You sure you should be here?” Zenia asks Denny.

Denny hoods his eyes. “Don’t. I understand what I’m doing and that I shouldn’t. I’m choosing to be here anyway.”

Kroy looks between them, amused. Carson just shakes his head. It’s not our business whether Denny wants to have an affair. I suppose maybe the responsible thing to do would not be facilitate such an event but… that’s not my responsibility. Other people’s actions are not my responsibility.

Besides, making Felton happy is what I strive for. And he wants a gang fuck that ends with me spilling in his hole after. Reclaiming his body as my own. I can do that. I look forward to doing that.

It doesn’t mean I’m not nervous for how this is going to go down. The last time I set this up – without my participation – was before we were together. Now we’re very much together. Yet, when we’ve talked about this, I didn’t feel possessive in the way I thought I might.

But only as long as I knew the other men involved were these four. My friends. The guys I share sex with on a somewhat regular schedule. Though not anymore.

I wonder what’s going to happen now that I’m no longer interested in hooking up at the club with them. Are they going to save their group urges for the times when Felton wants to be gang fucked? Meaning no more women?

That’s assuming I get through this without losing my mind. There’s a very good chance I’m not going to be able to watch them fuck Felton in front of me.

“Sleaze,” Zenia coughs.

Denny shrugs.

“What about you, Zen? You good with fucking an ass again?” Kroy asks, maybe to take the attention off Denny.

Zenia shrugs. “I’ve thought about what you said, and I agree with your rather surprising opinion. It doesn’t necessarily change how I feel because feelings and shit. But when I get to a point where it bothers me, I can think about that and…” He shakes his head. “I can’t say I feel better, but I don’t feel so conflicted about gender. The real concern is that he’s a fucking teammate now.”

“He’s masked,” I say, shrugging. “We’ll go in the same order as before, so he isn’t in a position to recognize your voice by the time it’s your turn.”

“But you’re going last,” Kroy says.

I nod.

“Are we allowed to watch?” Denny asks, an amused smile on his face as he studies me.

I nod and shrug. “Yes. The only difference from how we usually do this is the lineup.”

“Yeah? You want us to believe that?” Zenia asks.

“I’m only referring to fucking him,” I say. “Otherwise, I acknowledge that a lot has changed and no, I’m not going to talk about it.”

“It’s been quite a while. When are you going to talk about it?” Carson asks.

“You want to get off or drill me about my relationship with Felton?” I ask.

“At least he’s admitting that there’s a relationship,” Kroy says.

I sigh and get to my feet. Kroy, Zenia, and Carson are already naked and lazily stroking themselves. I’ve got my underwear on, as does Denny, though Denny slips out of his as we move to the bedroom.

I’ve set it up in the same configuration as before – bed pushed against the wall and the bench in the middle of the open area, all the products and water on the desk. I push open the door and come face to face with Felton’s ass.

A shiver runs through me. He’s not just in his mask this time but also has a harness on him.

“Mm,” Carson says as he steps around me. “That’s hot.”

Denny huffs.

Felton turns his head looking over his shoulder as if he’s not blinded. I’m still rooted to the spot, looking at his slick crease and heavy balls hanging between his legs. He’s just how I left him – on his hands and knees.

Carson looks at me, waiting for his go ahead. I take a breath and nod as I walk further into the room. Dropping down onto the bed next to Felton, he turns his head toward me. Carson comes up behind him but doesn’t touch him yet.

I lace my hand on Felton’s masked cheek. “You good, Fel?” I murmur.

He leans his face into my touch. “Yes.”

“Want to be fucked by four big dicks?” I ask.

His groan is low as he nods. “Yeah. You’re staying, right?”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to watch you get fucked.”

He smiles, nodding. I meet Carson’s eyes and nod.

He’s already got his condom on. Nudging Felton’s legs wide, he gets between them, pressing his cockhead to Felton’s tight hole. One knee on the bed and the opposite foot outside Felton’s knee as he pushes in slowly.

“Who prepped this tight ass?” Carson asks.

“Ren did,” Felton says, dropping his head.

Four sets of eyes turn to me. I sigh. “I’ll invite you for prep next time,” I say.

Denny’s looking at me with amusement. Kroy just shakes his head, as if I’m keeping some big secret. I don’t think I am, though. Sure, I haven’t actually volunteered any information regarding what’s going on between me and Felton, but that doesn’t have anything to do with our relationship. That’s just who I am as a person. Relationships are private. They’re not meant to be broadcast into the world, even if we live in a society where everything thinks that what you’re doing is their business because of social media.

I don’t actually hide my affection for Felton. It can be seen quite clearly.

Their attention is drawn back to Felton when he moans. I watch their faces as the need for conversation drains away and is replaced by arousal. Lust. Hot and intense as Carson picks up his pace. The squelching sound of his dick disappearing inside Felton’s slick hole is punctuated by the rhythmic slap, slap, slap of their skin snapping together.

Finally, I allow my eyes to drop. I shift so I can see Carson fucking Felton. I can see his dick disappear inside my man’s hole. I wait for the jealousy. The possession. The need to stop this.

It doesn’t come. Maybe because I know that I’ll be the one spilling in his ass after. I’ll make sure Felton and everyone else in this room knows that the only time anyone else gets to touch this ass is when I allow it. When I command it. Otherwise, Felton belongs to me.

His body, his heart, his fucking breath. He’s mine.

As with the last time, Carson seems enamored with how tight Felton is. I didn’t say anything to them about Felton but it seems that Carson took a note from the last time and he’s generous with his groans of approval.

Carson finishes with his head hanging back as he grunts and then Zenia is behind Felton. He pushes Felton flat to the bed and climbs on, straddling Felton’s big bubble butt. He shoves in Felton’s ass and rides him with quick, shallow thrusts. He reminds me of someone on a bull, hanging on to their bucking ride.

Except that Felton doesn’t move. He moans into the bed while Zenia fucks him. At first, he sits upright but when he gets to his peak, he leans down and braces himself on Felton’s back. His hips jerk in with sharp snaps as he comes loudly.

As soon as Zenia stumbles to his feet, I lean down to check on Felton. He nods and while I can’t see his face, he appears blissed out. A doped-up smile on his pretty lips.

Denny follows and he’s the kind of fuck that Felton likes. Like last time, he bends Felton in half and jerks Felton’s huge cock as he fucks him hard. Praising him. Asking if this is what he likes. To be shared. To be used. He likes to be a slut for us.

He gets Felton off first before he fucks him with abandon. “Like that?” Denny grunts. “Like me using your spent, oversensitive body to get off?”

“Yes!” Felton slurs, the word punched out of him with a hard, deep thrust.

He presses Felton into the bed by his shoulders and fucks him roughly until he gets off. I think more than anything, Denny enjoys Felton because he can let go. Felton’s a big man, full of hard lines and harder muscles. There’s no doubt that he isn’t going to buckle under Denny’s aggression.

When he finishes, he hangs his head. Pants. Nearly gasps for breath. Then he picks his head up slowly to look at Felton’s covered face. Denny pats Felton’s cock, making my man flinch and moan.

“So good, big guy. Perfect fuck.”

Felton shivers but smiles. It’s still that dopey, loopy smile. Like he’s on anesthetics. But I’m glad I see it because it assures me that he’s still here in the moment. He’s still very aware of what’s going on.

Denny backs away and Kroy stands over Felton. There’s a pleased smirk on his face as he holds his dick in his hand, rubbered and slicked up.

“Roll over, big guy,” Kroy says.

Felton’s arms are shaking but he complies. He gets on his hands and knees, dragging himself up as if it’s the most difficult thing he’s done in ages.

“Need a drink, Fel?” Kroy asks. “Before I fuck you with my big dick?”

A shiver runs through Felton and he nods. Carson hands me a bottle of water. I gently push Felton back on his haunches and hand him the opened bottle. He drinks half of it and takes a deep breath. Another swallow and he holds it out for me before retaking his position.

“Feel better?” Kroy asks.

Felton nods. “Thank you.”

Kroy smiles. “We need to take care of our fuck toy, no?”

Felton nods again, this time a little more wildly.

“Let’s see how tight your hole is today. Want to stay like this?”

“However you want me,” Felton answers.

“Mm. But how do you like to be fucked?”

Felton doesn’t answer. He tilts his head and then shifts to look over his shoulder, though he’s obviously still masked and can’t see Kroy. His voice is shy when he answers. “I really like the way you did it last time.”

Kroy nods and drops down to the bed, his knees between Felton’s. “We can definitely do that. You going to come on my cock again?”

“Yes. If you want me to.”

“Definitely want you to,” Kroy says as he adds more lube to Felton’s hole. He’s careful when he begins pushing in until he’s buried to his balls. Then he wraps Felton’s chest, using the harness to get a good grip on him, and then fucks him.

It’s probably the most mesmerizing of the four of them. I can’t see Felton’s face at all except his mouth but the sounds coming out of him are sinful. Kroy talks to him. Praises him. Tells him how amazing it is that he takes us all. How good he feels.

Kroy’s hand works Felton’s equally big dick until he comes, his shout hoarse. Kroy finishes with him. I’m guessing it’s the way Felton’s already tight ass chokes his dick. Kroy meets my eyes and gently releases Felton into my hold.

I lay Felton down as Kroy backs away.

“Jesus,” Denny says. “I think I’d let you fuck me, K.”

Kroy chuckles. “You going to let me take that virgin hole?”

“With the way you talk to Fel? If you talk to me like that, yes, probably.”

I shake my head, pulling my underwear off and reaching for the lube. They know I’m not going to use a condom. This was part of Felton’s fantasy, so we prepped beforehand, once we started to talk about it for real. We got tested for everything under the sun. Seriously, this was basically one of those blood tests couples do before they get married.

When I’m ready, I lay across Felton’s body but he’s far too big like this. So I roll us so he’s straddling me and urge him to get on my dick. He does, moaning. His body twitching. His spent cock slapping against my stomach.

Once he’s settled, Felton leans over me, coming down on his forearms on either side of my head. I grip his ass cheeks to keep him where I want him as I dig my heels in and drive up into his ass. Felton moans, his head falling a little.

I have to pick my head up to reach his mouth, but I do. capturing his mouth in a deep kiss as I fuck into him. Slowly. Steadily. Deeply. I let him feel all of me. Between breathless kisses, I tell him what it looked like watching him. How sexy he is. How perfect.

How I’m going to fill his ass with my load until he’s dripping with it.

Felton doesn’t move on me unless I tell him to. He remains in the position I have him, letting me control this entirely. He’s still spent. Dick not ready to get hard again. Which is fine. This isn’t about pleasing him. It’s not even about my pleasure.

It’s about owning him and making sure he knows it.

I’m only conscious that my friends are there for the first few minutes. Then they’re not and it’s just me and Felton.

I fuck him until my legs burn and I can’t keep it up anymore. I push on a little more, this time aiming for my orgasm.

I come deep inside him, holding his tight ass down on me while I pulse my load into him. Deep. I fill him. Brand his fucking body from the inside out.

When I’m done, I gently urge him up. Not a lot. Just enough that my dick slides out until just my tip rests along his stretched hole. My cum drips down my length. Down his balls. Drops onto my pelvis. Then I pull him down again, shoving it back inside and plugging him up with my hole.

“That everything you imagined it would be?” I murmur in his ear.

Felton whimpers and nods, wiggling his ass to keep me inside him. “Yes, Ren. I don’t want to lose it all yet.”

I grin, kissing the side of his head.

“Jesus,” Denny says. “I think I might let Ren fuck me to. I’m a whore for dirty talk, apparently.”

“Never mind the talk. I need to be kissed like that,” Kroy says. “Fuck. I’m jealous.”

“No,” Felton murmurs, his arms wrapping around me. “Ren only fucks me. He only kisses me.”

I grin, glancing at my friends. No argument here. I don’t have to actually comment at all. Felton just announced what our relationship is clear as day.