With both of them filling me, panting, fucking, grunting, Roark’s tongue in my mouth, and Jesse’s teeth on my shoulder, I plummeted into a sublime state of intoxication. My nipples tightened painfully, my muscles quivered, and my body melted into hot butter in their hands.
The snug clamp of my cunt gripped them side-by-side, but as they plunged over and over, sinking deeper, driving harder, they fell out of sync. Urgency replaced focus, finesse morphed into savage fucking, and Jesse slipped out. He wedged himself back in and after a few vicious thrusts, fell out again.
“Shit.” He shifted against me, his knees adjusting on the bed. “Slow the fuck down.”
Roark groaned against my mouth. “For feck's sake, lad. I'm almost at the vinegar strokes.”
With a brutal lunge, Jesse sank into me. A guttural, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest, and he kicked his hips, slamming deep, pushing, pulling, sinking, groaning and—
I yelped as the hard drive of his cock hit the skin just behind my opening.
“Fuck!” He shifted around me, the mattress bouncing, as he crawled along my side.
I turned my head, tracking the sound of his heavy breaths. “What are you—?”
He shoved his cock past my lips. With his hand in my hair and his knees beside Roark’s head, he fucked my mouth with aggressive strokes, spreading the tang of my pussy across my tongue.
As Roark’s thrusts picked up, I planted my palms on his chest and greedily sucked, lapping at Jesse’s shaft, the slurping suction of my mouth merging with the sticky, wet sounds of Roark’s plunging cock. I squeezed my inner muscles, and Roark groaned, punching his hips and quickening his pace.
With my face turned to the side and Jesse buried in the back of my throat, I couldn’t see Roark, but he could see me. He watched my cheeks hollow with the force of my sucking. Traced a finger around my mouth as Jesse’s girth parted my lips. Fucked me with Jesse’s balls inches from his face. And tenderly touched my chin, jerking his hips, as Jesse’s cock popped free, dripping with my saliva.
I flattened my tongue along the veins that textured Jesse’s length, dipping to nuzzle the sensitive underside, as I peered up at him through my lashes. “Did you really come in Roark’s mouth?”
Roark stilled, his hooded eyes narrowing on Jesse.
Jesse tightened his fist in my hair and circled his hips, brushing the inflamed head of his erection across my lips. “I wanted to fuck your mouth.”
I teased his delicate slit with the tip of my tongue, savoring his salty fluid. “Answer the question.”
“I already told you I did,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“How many times?”
“Every time he put his obnoxious mouth on me.”
A rush of sinful heat gathered between my legs. My God, I would’ve loved to have seen that.
Jesse tenderly stroked my cheek with his thumb as he glared down at Roark. “He doesn't understand the meaning of no.”
Roark reached up and curled his fingers around Jesse’s cock. “Tell me no now.”
With one hand in my hair, Jesse seized Roark’s jaw with the other. “No.”
“No, ye won’t tell me no?”
“No.” A croaked whisper, as if gasped from a battlefield, where primal need fought and conquered reluctance.
Roark’s rigid length jerked inside me. “Good.”
“What?” I looked between them. “What are you guys doing?”
“We’re communicating, darlin’.” Jesse pressed himself into my mouth, pushing against Roark’s grip and shutting me up as he glared at the other man. “I will always say no.”
“I trust no will always mean yes.” Roark pulled Jesse from my mouth and stroked a tight fist along the swollen length. “Say it again.”
Jesse’s eyes fired with challenge, his jaw rock hard and twitching. “No.”
Roark slid his mouth around the head of Jesse’s cock. I watched, aroused out of my mind, as his tongue flicked out to lick and suck the long shaft. Then, swallowing Jesse whole, he propelled his hips, fucking me and working his mouth, his eyes closed, and his hands holding me in a bruising grip.
Groaning, Jesse rocked forward, his thighs trembling as he twisted fingers through my hair and shoved my face toward Roark’s lips.
I hungrily joined him, my mouth fusing with his, kissing him, sucking Jesse, my hands digging into Roark’s shoulders as I circled my hips and rode his cock.
The sounds of our growling and panting vibrated through the room. Roark clutched my slick thighs, filling me with hard, powerful strokes. Jesse dug fingers in my hair, working his length in and out my mouth. Roark moved in, taking over with rougher licks and unsheathed teeth, sucking harder, far more aggressively than any blowjob I was capable of giving. He sucked a cock like a man, and holy hell, I’d never witnessed a hotter sight, nor had I ever heard the deep, animalistic noises he was able to wrench from Jesse’s throat.