And I don’t want to explode yet. We just got started. So I whisper, “Thank you.”
“I want more,” she moans.
“Climb on top of me,” AJ says.
“No,” I say. “Wait. We can… we can all do this together.”
It’s a complicated puzzle but I know it can be done. I force my mind to refocus. Make myself figure it out.
Then I say, “Get on top of me, Yvette. And let AJ fuck you from behind.”
The two of them are in motion. Slowly repositioning themselves until Yvette is straddling my stomach, my cock lying flat out in front of her.
I do not need to fuck her to get off. AJ probably doesn’t either.
But what’s wrong with a little torture to go with our pleasure?
AJ gets it immediately. Because he’s already behind her, pressing his cock up against her pussy.
She will be very full once he’s inside her.
And her clit vibrator is already pressed up against the base of my shaft. That, along with the internal prostate stimulation and the perineum vibrations, has me about undone. But I force myself to remain calm. I let the motion of AJ inserting his giant cock inside her pussy take over.
And then, once we are all settled—once we are nothing but a tangled mound of vibrating sex organs attached to over-excited bodies—we begin to move.
We fuck each other like some kind of alien being.
All one.
My hand tilting the control, making AJ groan and grunt as he slowly fucks her from behind.
AJ tilting his control until Yvette’s vibrator is thrumming along like an old muscle car.
And Yvette… Yvette takes it all to the next level when she tilts her control up to maximum.
I can feel all of this. Every single vibration. My ass. My balls. My lower stomach where Yvette’s clit stimulator is pressed. AJ’s balls, trembling from the cock ring, transferring the waves of motion to mine as he slowly pushes forward until they touch mine, then pulling back, making sure I miss him desperately when they’re not.
Coming for me isn’t like a regular ejaculation. It’s a stream of liquid pouring out the tip of my cock. Sliding back and forth between Yvette’s stomach and mine.
AJ grunts, leaning back to slap Yvette’s ass as he explodes inside her.
And Yvette… Yvette lifts her upper body off my chest, places both hands palm down on my pecs, arches her back so she’s looking at the ceiling and…
Screams.
With pleasure.
As her fingernails dig into my skin and draw blood.
Evidence of her orgasm in sticky red.
Chapter Ten – AJ
“I don’t know what that was,” I say, rolling off Yvette and taking her with me.
She moans and squeals as I lie on my back and draw her on top of me.
“Turn it off.” She laughs. “Turn it off!”
“Oh, shit. Sorry,” I say, unable to stop my own chuckle. I do not remember ever having this much fun during sex. Or feeling this good.
Logan is silent.
I turn my head to find him perfectly still, eyes closed. Yvette’s remote tossed to the side and still.
“Dude? You OK?”
“Shhh,” he says. “Don’t talk to me. I’m still coming.”
I look down at his cock. Which isn’t coming. There’s a sticky hot mess of semen smeared over his entire chest and stomach. “What the—”
“Just let me burn this moment into my brain. Because I’m pretty sure I will never have sex like this again and I want to enjoy it a little longer.”
“It lasts a long time,” Yvette says, panting. She’s lying on top of me, her back pressed up against my chest. And I wish there were mirrors on the top of her canopy, because I want to see her pussy like this. Filled with the vibrator and little streams of white, milky come dripping out from her lips.
If she were going to live longer than a day, I’d have been more careful about that. Be a little worried that I put a baby AJ inside her.
But she won’t. Live, that is. So I don’t worry about it.
After a few more long silent moments Logan finally says, “Fuuuuuuuuck.”
“Done now?” I ask.
“Hold on,” he says, stretching his head back and opening his mouth. “OK. I think I’m done.”
I might have to give the butt vibrator a go before we kill Yvette. Or hell, who knows? Maybe Logan and I will become a thing? Do this more often once we get back home.
Could happen.
Logan sits up a little, his abs tightening into rows upon rows of muscle, as he looks down at his chest. “Jesus. What happened here?”
“You’re a dumbass, you know that?”
“I need a shower,” he says, sitting all the way up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. And then he walks off towards the en suite bathroom, teal-green butt vibrator sticking out of his ass.
“For fuck’s sake!” I yell. “I can’t unsee that, you dick.”