Rough Exile

“Who would I have done this with? One of my wives? No.” He gave a short laugh. “Besides, why would I choose to be so close to another man’s dick? I don’t like men that way.”

Ilya made a quiet sound I couldn’t interpret.

How could he seriously make that declaration to the very man he’d been having sex with for over a decade?

I was about to say as much, but then he distracted me by pushing a thick, slick finger into my pussy. I already felt stuffed.

Double penetration wasn’t my favorite, and I’d never done it with two men who were so well hung. It felt overwhelming with two average-sized dicks. I wasn’t sure I wanted to die by DP.

From what he’d said, he wouldn’t even consider doing it anyway, but the thought of it made me nervous.

Bron withdrew his finger and got to his feet. “You like having two men inside you, Queen of Whores?”

Ilya’s hands clamped tighter on my thighs, but I wasn’t sure if he was excited at the idea or upset with Bron for calling me a whore again.

“It can be fun, but I think the two of you are too big to make it enjoyable for me.”

“What is it you Americans say? Ah yes—sucks to be you.” He unzipped his pants and freed his already hard cock.

Damn it.

I would have tried to escape, but there was a big dick jammed deep in my ass, and strong, determined hands holding me still.

“Your dicks might touch,” I blurted, hoping to discourage him.

“Chances are low. He’s already in your ass.” He bared his teeth at me. Was there no empathy in this man?

Duh. I knew him well enough to know there wasn’t.

He pushed against my front, which pushed me back harder against Ilya. My crossed legs bent toward me across my belly until I was folded in half.

“Please don’t,” I begged. “This isn’t going to be fun for any of us.”

“What man doesn’t like a hot, tight hole to use? Ilya got my favorite one, but he deserves to know what it feels like for once.”

He slotted his dick through one of the holes in the net and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my pussy, making himself slick. I was so needy that I squirmed against him, hoping he’d hit my clit. Every time he did, it was like an electric shock, and I clenched around Ilya, whose dick was a motionless steel bar.

Slowly, Bron worked his cock into me, needing to hold it to force his way in.

“It would be easier if Ilya pulled out more, or maybe if you let me out of this stupid net,” I said, teeth gritted against the mind-blowing size of them trying to make room for themselves inside me at the same time.

“Maybe, but this is fun.” Bron’s grin was sexy, but considering what he was doing to me, I didn’t have time to enjoy it.

Fun for them, maybe. Between this and the extra belt marks they’d given me, I felt like a kinky sex piñata.

They pushed and pulled at me, at the net, grunting, fighting over the angle they needed, fighting for space in my body, until they were both deep inside me. I breathed through the sensation of aching fullness, hoping my body would adjust. It took a few minutes for them to find a rhythm that worked for them both, but unfortunately, neither of them went limp or fell out. When they stopped silently fighting over me, and had a decent rhythm going, Bron slipped his hand between us and found my clit despite the fact that I was being crushed between them.

“There is room for both of us inside you,” Ilya rasped. “Your body knows who it belongs to.”

Involuntarily, I clenched around them and gasped, but Ilya gasped, too. Bron’s gaze burned into me, but strayed to Ilya, although he tried to hide it.

“You might...dislocate my spleen...if you move too fast,” I managed to say, not sure I was kidding.

“Shut up, woman,” Bron commanded. “Ilya is trying not to come.”

If I could get them to come faster, that would be perfect.

”Is it a tight fit, Ilya?” I asked, my voice even huskier than usual.

“Damn it, wife. Shut your mouth.” His body quaked behind mine.

“Can you feel the way Bron’s cock is rubbing against yours deep inside me?”

Bron’s grunt sounded suspiciously like a moan he’d let slip.

“Yesss,” Ilya hissed. “I feel everything he’s doing. Two swords squeezed into the same scabbard.”

“She’s between us,” Bron insisted, but I felt his hips stutter too. “We’re not touching.”

“One thin layer of flesh between us. The three of us together.”

It wasn’t only Ilya who found the idea hot.

The small circles Bron was rubbing on my clit were slippery and relentless and made me squirm on their cocks while wishing I had some leverage to participate. All I could do was hang there and let them use me while my legs cramped up.

Bron’s free hand was wrapped in the net by my face. I leaned forward the short distance and bit his finger.

He growled at me, and his dick jerked, making both Ilya and me swear.

Rather than pull away, Bron fucked my mouth with two rough fingers, and I sucked, not caring when I gagged and drooled. Now that my body had adjusted, I could let go and stop panicking. Bron’s hand strayed, his thumb taking over the pressure on my clit as his fingers investigated lower, tracing the thin separation between their two cocks. Back and forth, his fingers stroked over the sensitive flesh as he thumbed my clit.

I tried to hold back, worried that an orgasm would be too much for my body to handle, but they were still hard, and it was so good and so nasty. I sucked Bron’s fingers like the whore he’d called me, desperate and squirming as their tempos synched and they withdrew and shoved back in simultaneously. Ilya gave a hoarse cry, and his fingers dug into my flesh as the pleasure Bron inflicted on me tightened the coil inside me with brutal intensity.