Saving Savannah

“A-fucking right she is,” agreed Roman. “She’s got such a rockstar pussy.”

I lifted my head, then blew a stream of air through a curtain of my own hair. “A rockstar pussy, huh?” I joked, pulling my curls back over both ears. “Never heard that one before. Is this how you romance the girls?”

Roman chuckled from somewhere behind me. “Only the ones with a rockstar pussy.”

“Or maybe…” I grunted, propping myself up on my elbows. “Maybe you guys are just too big.”

Erik laughed. He squeezed my ass hard in his hands, as he slowly pushed himself all the way in. As he finally bottomed out, he hissed through clenched teeth:

“I’ll bet you say that to all the boys.”

I grunted again and bucked backward, getting my second wind. Lying on my back earlier, giving myself over to them, I’d just wanted to be fucked. But now…

Now I wanted to do some of the fucking.

“Come on,” I said, rocking back and forth. “Go harder. Go deeper.”

Erik took up the challenge, his fingertips digging in. He was deep. So fucking deep I could feel him in places I wasn’t accustomed to feeling anything, somewhere up near the butterflies, high in my belly.

“Easy man,” I heard Roman say. “She’s—”

“No, fuck easy,” I countered, whipping my head back to look at him over my shoulder. Erik’s face was a mask of pure pleasure. He was buried all the way inside me now, eyes half closed. “You want it? Take it. Do your thing.” I bucked hard again, bouncing my ass off his perfectly flat stomach. “But whatever you do, don’t go easy.”

It was so incredibly hot, talking to them like this. Egging them on. Our words getting dirtier as I screwed them back, and told them exactly what I wanted.

“That’s it,” I hissed eventually. “There. Oh fuck, baby. Right ther—”

My sentence ended as Roman’s lips smashed against mine. He was kissing me roughly, possessively. Holding my head in both hands to keep me steady, as our tongues danced and our mouths churned and his friend continued plowing away at my throbbing, dripping pussy.

This is insane.

Roman’s hard, wet kisses were driving me absolutely wild. And Erik’s thrusts…

That you’d actually be doing this again…

The voice in my head wasn’t exactly admonishing, but it wasn’t approving either. It felt more like it was in disbelief. That it somehow couldn’t believe I hadn’t gotten this out of my system yet.

Yeah right.

As if something like this were a one-and-done type fantasy.

At the moment all that mattered was wrapping my hands around Roman’s thick, beautiful shaft. Fitting as much of it into my mouth as I could, while grinding backward against Erik’s swirling, churning thrusts.

MMMMmmmm…

The whole thing felt wonderful, comfortable, right. As if we’d been doing it forever. As if it were no big deal to fall into bed with a pair of insanely hot guys, and enjoy having them go to town on my body.

In the end, that was the scary part: how much I liked it. How much I’d taken to my threesome (and foursome) like a fish to water, regardless of feelings or emotions or the stigma of sluttiness that surrounded such a thing.

And it was such a glorious, amazing thing, too.

“Something we uh…” started Erik awkwardly. “Well, we’ve been meaning to ask you…”

I couldn’t imagine what he was about to say. Thankfully, Roman took over.

“What he means is,” groaned Roman. “Are you on birth control?”

I laughed so hard around his cock I had to pull it from my lips. “Really? You’re asking me now?”