Need (Scomiche)

One

So, if you've read my Kinktober series, you'll see that this first chapter is very familiar. I really loved what I wrote for day 5 (cuckolding) and I had so many followup ideas that I just had to make a book of it!
It'll be very mature from start to finish, so if you're not into that, you should probably head out.
Without further ado, enjoy! (and leave me lots of comments/votes)

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Mitch stares at his fiancé, sitting on the lounge chair they have by the window in their bedroom. The curtains are drawn closed, the lighting in the room dull and warm.

His fiancé watches Mitch, bites at his lip, and palms his hardening cock. They had agreed he'd be allowed to touch himself, as long as he was quiet.

Scott stands at the foot of the bed, only partially clothed.

It was his fiancé's idea. He had said he'd imagined watching Mitch getting fucked by someone else would be just as hot as fucking him. Mitch hadn't been sure what to say to that, but here they were.

"I'm ready," Mitch says, and then Scott surges forward. He starts attacking Mitch with kisses and touches, and it's weird at first because this isn't Mitch's fiancé, but then Scott palms his cock and all thoughts are forgotten. Scott is fucking good at this.

"Oh," Mitch moans, his fingers scraping down Scott's back as Scott takes hold of his cock. He strokes it once, twice, then he pulls back, grabs the lube that they left on the side of the bed. He pops the lid open, pouring some onto his fingers and massaging it between them to warm them up. He teases his lubed fingers around Mitch's hole, pressing a sloppy wet kiss to his jaw. "Please," Mitch gasps, hips rolling down to meet Scott's teasing fingers.

"God," Scott groans against his neck. "Only a few minutes in, and you're already begging for it?" He asks, adding two fingers in and scissoring them inside of Mitch. It has Mitch whining, digging crescent moons into Scott's shoulders with his nails.

"Fuck, more," Mitch gasps as Scott adds a third. "Please."

Scott teases Mitch some more, smirking against his neck as he fucks him slowly with his fingers. Then he pulls them out, grabbing a condom and sliding it on his cock. He strokes some lube on before lining up.

Mitch whines, fists the sheets as he spreads his legs wider, bites at his lip as he stares at Scott. "Please, oh, please." Mitch cries, hips rolling down, seeking Scott's cock.

Scott smirks, "god, you want this bad, don't you? Need a real cock to fuck you?" He says in a deep voice, teasing his cock along the crack of Mitch's ass. "I'll fuck you so good, Mitch. Make you come so hard."

Mitch gasps, gnawing at his lip as he lets out a lewd whine. "Please, oh fuck, p-please."

And with that, Scott grabs tightly onto Mitch's hips, pushing slowly into Mitch until he's completely inside of him.

"Fuck," Scott groans, his fingers bruising the skin of Mitch's hips.

"Oh god," Mitch hisses at the burn of being stretched. "Fuck, so big."

Scott smirks, nipping at Mitch's jaw before leaning down and flicking his tongue over Mitch's nipple. Mitch gasps, his back arching up to meet Scott's mouth and the cock inside him shifting.

That's all the signal Scott needs, and he's pulling out almost completely and thrusting back quickly, continuously. Mitch's legs wrap around Scott's waist, his fingernails raking down Scott's back. He can imagine how inflamed and red Scott's skin much look and it only encourages him.

Scott fucks into him quickly, earns needy moans of, "more," and, "please."

"This is what you needed, isn't it? My cock filling you?" Scott says, taking Mitch's legs and hooking them around his arms. Mitch is being bent in half, the slight burn of his muscles stretching nothing compared to the feel of Scott's cock assaulting his prostate.

"Fuck, yes! Scott, yes!"

"Needed my cock? Only my cock can make you scream like this?" Scott groans, his hips thrusting brutally fast.

"Yes, please," Mitch cries, head thrown back. He feels the heat coiling in his gut, his toes curling. He's going to come untouched, just from Scott's cock, at this rate. It's something his fiancé has never been able to accomplish. "Please, need to come. Please!"

"You're gonna, Mitchy. Gonna come so hard from my cock," Scott grunts, his hips pistoning in and out of Mitch at a brutal pace. "Mitchy, come on, come for me."

Mitch cries out, feels hot come coat his stomach as his orgasm wracks his body. "Oh, fuck!" He cries, legs quaking as Scott's hips still and he comes. He rides out his orgasm on Scott's cock, hips grinding involuntarily as Scott rocks slightly into him.

Eventually, Scott's arms give out and he flops to the side of Mitch, breathing heavily as they both come down from their high.

Mitch's eyes are closed, only opening after several quiet moments. His gaze drifts from the ceiling, to Scott, and then to the chair in the corner, where his fiancé sits, cock limp in his lap with fresh come on his pants.

Mitch smiles, thumbing at the engagement ring on his finger.

If his fiancé's blissed-out gaze and the soreness in Mitch's muscles are anything to go by, he assumes they'll be contacting Scott again.