Desired (Two Marks 2)

I had to lower my head to reach Cord’s cock, so I went down to my forearms. Nash groaned because I was sure I made quite an invitation from his perspective behind me. I still didn’t know how or why these two men had decided I was the one for them, nor did I believe how willing they were to share me, but I wasn’t complaining.

They clearly were keepers. Nash had married me without blinking an eye!

Holy shit. I was married to one of these men. That was insane. But Nash was okay with me having sex with not just him, but Cord, too. What man was confident enough to share? These two, and apparently many here in West Springs.

I heard the snap of foil as Nash opened a condom package, and felt a dribble of cool liquid between my butt cheeks. Oh God, lube.

I parted my lips and took Cord deep into my mouth without preamble, making him shout, “Fates!”

I had to open my mouth wide to take him all.

Fates. It was a strange word. I thought I’d heard one of them use it before. I’d have to ask why they said that. Why not fuck like most guys? Right now, I couldn’t think because Nash was rubbing the head of his sheathed cock over my dripping slit at the same time as Cord cradled the back of my head to guide me over his cock.

Nash gave me another spank before he gripped my hip and eased inside me. I moaned around Cord’s cock. It felt so good. Again, the sense of rightness washed through me. It didn’t make logical sense, but I had to go with it.

I wanted this. These guys wanted this. What was wrong with it if we were all into it? For once, I was going to trust my gut instead of what everyone else had told me was right. Because I knew my parents and anyone at home or in the sorority would say this was wrong. Or a kinky fling.

Nash pushed his thumb against my slickened anus at the same time as he fed his length into me. As if that wasn’t enough to track, Cord gathered my hair in a ponytail at the back of my head, then used it to leverage my face forward and back. It wasn’t rough—just gentle controlling—and I loved it.

Nash couldn’t seem to hold back, though.

The moment he was fully seated, he let out a growl—almost like a wild animal—and gripped my hip to jackhammer into me. His hips slapped against my ass and he bottomed out inside me. He was so big, I was crammed full. All the while, his thumb filled my ass, stretching my anus that he’d lubed up and providing even more sensory input. More hedonistic pleasure.

“Rachel, you feel so good,” he gasped, almost like he couldn’t believe it. His words made my pussy gush with even more arousal. Hearing someone finding me so desirable was like a drug, making me euphoric.

“So good,” Cord echoed, pulling my mouth over his cock faster now.

Nash pumped his thumb in time with his cock, so I was being fucked by both at the same time.

“I can’t get enough,” Nash gritted, his fingers tightening around my hip. He slammed in harder and harder, propelling me over Cord’s cock, the head working into my throat. My eyes watered, and I breathed through my nose.

“Easy, Nash,” Cord warned.

“Fuck, sorry,” Nash panted, slowing down and removing his thumb. He paused his movements and instead of pumping his thick cock into me, he simply pulled my hips back to him, which had the added benefit of pulling my mouth back and forth over Cord’s length.

“Oh fuck, yes!” Cord groaned.

Nash seemed to be using effort to regulate his breath, as his inhales and exhales fell at a harsh but even pace.

I moaned my own agreement, though it was muffled by Cord’s cock.

“I…” Nash struggled to say something.

“Nice and easy,” Cord advised. “Gentle with our mate.”

Our mate. Another strange choice of words. I liked the ring of it, though. It sounded… primitive. Animalistic.

I figured that’s what we were doing—mating. Like wild things.

“Fuck,” Nash muttered. His fingers dug into my hips. I didn’t mind—I absolutely loved the intensity—but they would definitely leave marks. “I can’t hold back… Cord.” He sounded urgent.

“Yes, you can.” Cord was firm.

I didn’t know why he would need to hold back. Wasn’t the point for us all to come? Wouldn’t it be incredible if we came together?

I arched my back even more, offering myself for Nash’s plunder, and gripped Cord’s thighs for stability.

Nash resumed pumping hard, but this time he held my hips close to his to keep from jostling me too much. “Good… so good,” he grunted. “So fucking good.”

“Yeah, me too.” Cord sounded just as lost and almost as out of breath. “I’m going to come,” he warned.