He called my name at the peak of his climax, his hands holding me tightly, but I could barely hear his sweet nothings in my ear as my blood hummed in my ears.
“Fuck! That’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen,” Jake muttered, watching me in awe.
I was well spent, but Jake decided to take me one more time. He sheathed himself with a condom and made me kneel on the top of the table. Pressing my upper body against the table, he slammed into me, and just like that—my body begged for more despite all the pleasure it had already received. It was like I didn’t have any control when I was with them whatsoever.
“What have you done to us, girl?” Jake asked as he rammed into me. “I’m already addicted to you.”
“I feel the same... Ah!” I fisted my hands and bit into my forearm, hoping I wasn’t too loud. We had privacy here, but one could never be too sure. “Please, don’t stop. Harder.”
He chuckled. “Oh you want harder? So hungry for this?” His hands held my hips in place as he increased his speed, and I grew wetter. Logan held my upper body in place, completely restraining me.
“You’re so wet, Madeline. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
My mound was hypersensitive now, so I felt the friction of our sexes much stronger than usual. This was hands down the best sex I’d ever experienced in my life, and I’d already lost count of all the orgasms they had given me.
Jake surprised me when he pulled out of me and pressed his mouth against my clit. “Jake! Oh... Yes. You’ll make me come.”
Jake sucked me faster, devouring me like he’d been starving, and I couldn’t stand it anymore... “Jake!” I cried out and came hard, the force of my orgasm draining out the last ounce of my energy. My legs were convulsing hard now, my limbs turning heavy as lead.
“So fucking tasty and sexy.” He removed the condom and jerked himself, holding my as
s as he led himself to his orgasm. “I want to cum on your ass. I want to cover it.”
“Yes, please, cover me with your cum, Jake.”
“Jesus,” Logan muttered above me.
Jake’s grunts filled the air when the first jet of his hot seed ended on my left ass cheek, followed by a few more spurts that ended on my right ass cheek and lower back.
“Fuck!” He stilled and held onto me, his heavy breathing matching mine. “You’re amazing, beautiful.”
I was barely able to get back to my feet. “You two are so good to me.”
Logan groaned. “Too bad we don’t have much time left. I would love to take my time with you.”
They helped me clean myself and fixed the plates on the table, amused with the mess we’d made.
“Do you think the waiter will say anything?” I asked, suddenly too embarrassed about what transpired here. I couldn’t imagine even in my wildest dreams I would be this daring. They made me lose all my reason.
They smiled. “I don’t particularly care about that,” Jake said. “Do you?” he asked Logan.
“Nope. Not at all.” He approached me and kissed my lips gently, which was a complete contrast to the way he made love to me. “I would gladly do it again.” His eyes held such passion in them that I was left speechless for a couple of seconds.
My body warmed at the prospect of sleeping with them again. I would love that. Now that I had them, my lust just got stronger, and there was no way for me to douse its flames.
Eight: Logan
I have been ruined for the rest of my life.
Sex with Madeline could ruin any man. Especially getting to watch her. That’s what was so exciting about sharing a woman. Watching her take the same pleasure from someone else, and seeing how it affected them. And she was so fucking beautiful doing it. Her blush spread everywhere, her body flush and pussy so perfectly pink drove me mad. How had someone not claimed her already? Never mind that. We had her now. The look she gave us…she wanted more. And we were ready to give it.
I knew even when I had my fingers buried in her at lunch that it would drive me crazy. I nearly exploded from the pleasure. I had enough trouble keeping my thoughts at bay the past few days. Now lying in bed, all I could do was think about her.
I was supposed to go in for my office hours but I couldn’t imagine paying any attention to the students now. I got dressed in khakis and a dress shirt, then headed out the door. Sometimes the strict confines of a suit were too much.
“Uh, Mr. Moyer; are you listening?”
I came back to the voice in my office. A young woman, one of the international students from Nigeria stared at me with a hard face and her thick glasses.