“Oh, is there something you want?” He feigned an innocent look, but mischief played in his eyes.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what?”
“Please . . . fuck me.” Hell, if I was already this far into the danger zone, I may as well go all in.
“Oh, you don’t get that yet,” he chuckled, a smug look on his face.
Damien laughed with him. “I love her enthusiasm, though. But we can’t wear her out too quickly.” He lifted my head up a few inches, forcing me to watch as Alex brought his mouth to my pussy and licked my clit in small, slow circles.
“Fuck,” I moaned. It felt so damn good. Damien slid his legs out from under me to stand and laid my head back down on the couch. I watched as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, along with his boxers, to reveal his hard, thick cock. It was definitely proportional to the rest of his body, which was, for a lack of better words, fucking huge.
I continued to watch as Alex tongued my pussy, licking and sucking and making me shake with need. He lapped hungrily, as if I was the best thing he had ever tasted and he couldn’t get enough. Damien got on his knees next to the couch, stroking himself next to my face. I turned, feeling bold, and took the tip in my mouth and sucked the drop of precum that was beading at the top. There is no way I can fit all of that, I thought. Damien brought one hand to the back of my head and twisted my hair through his fingers. He slowly pushed himself further into my mouth, in and out, going further in with each thrust. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking in time with his thrusts and swirling my tongue around the head as I sucked. He groaned in response and tilted his head back as all three of us fell into rhythm.
Without warning, Alex shoved two fingers into my pussy, crooking them back and forth in the “come here” motion, hitting the most sensitive spot inside of me. Damien continued to thrust his cock in my mouth as I cried out, the vibration of my mouth reverberating around him, and rocked my hips against Alex’s fingers and face. Fuck, I’m going to come already.
I moved my hips faster, still holding Damien’s cock in my hand but freeing my mouth as my breathing became heavier. I whimpered, the feeling building inside of me as I approached my climax.
“Are you about to come, baby girl?” Alex asked as his fingers continued to move inside of me.
“Oh my god, yes, I’m so close,” I whimpered. Nothing had ever felt this good before, and the excitement and anticipation had heightened every sensation tonight.
Alex abruptly pulled his fingers out and sat back, letting my impending orgasm fade and fall flat. What the hell?
I gave him an incredulous glare as as he observed me with a smug look, and I removed my fist from Damien’s throbbing length. “Not yet,” Alex commanded.
Seriously?“Dick,” I snapped.
“Is that an insult or a request?” he taunted back. I rolled my eyes, even though I could already tell that having an attitude with him was like playing with fire.
“Be careful, or I’ll fuck you so hard that you can’t help but keep your eyes rolled back,” he warned in his coarse voice. So, naturally, I stuck my tongue out at him. He gave Damien a knowing look, and suddenly I was off the couch, being carried in Damien’s massive arms. He took a few steps around the couch, then threw me across the back of it, my elbows on the cushion where my back was moments ago and my ass in the air. Damien stepped away, and Alex grabbed my hips before I could manage to move. He mumbled something to Damien that I couldn’t quite hear.
Alex pressed himself up against my ass, still holding my hips. “Are you ready for me to stretch that tight little pussy?” he growled. I nodded, unable to speak and already panting. One of his hands moved away from my hip while the other held firmly. I heard the swish of his clothes falling to the ground and the tear of a condom wrapper, then felt the heat radiating from his body as he stepped back to me. I propped myself to take a quick peek back at him; His black hair fell across his eyebrows, and his face showed no hint of amusement anymore. He was now entirely naked, and my jaw dropped at the sight of his body. While he wasn’t as large as Damien, the muscles on his lean body were impressive, particularly the abs that formed a sharp V shape, with the point going down at the sides of his hips, leading right to—damn. Was everything about these men perfect? Was I still asleep, just having some wild hangover sex dream? This could not be real life. No way in hell.
Alex’s considerable length was now pressing against my pussy, not yet inside of me, but teasing me as he dragged it slowly back and forth over the slickness between my thighs. I squirmed, pushing backward, trying anything to get him inside of me. I usually was never this excited about sex, but there was something about him—them—that apparently turned me into a begging, whimpering mess. Alex chuckled softly behind me then, agonizingly slowly, pushed his tip into me. Then a little more, and a little more, taking his time. I didn’t have much leverage to push back into him with the angle I was in, so he was fully in control. I whimpered as he gradually filled me, inch by inch, stretching me until I was almost painfully full.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. Then without warning, both of Alex’s hands were back on my hips and he was thrusting into me from behind as I held on desperately to the couch cushion, and I cried out at the sweet mix of pain and pleasure.
“This. Is. Nothing,” he said, punctuating each of the words with another thrust, “compared to what I’ll do to you next time.” I couldn’t imagine what he meant by “this is nothing” because this was pretty damn intense. It only made me wonder what would happen next time, if there was a next time.
He drove into me harder, faster, and my clit rubbed against the firm top of the couch with each thrust. Pressure built inside of me until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I cried out again as I climaxed, my senses exploding. Alex sped up, not giving me any sort of reprieve as I clenched around him, then let out a low groan as he came seconds later.
After taking a moment to catch my breath, I willed my weak arms to push myself back up, and Alex helped to pull me back to a standing position. Damien walked back into the room (which I hadn’t seen him leave), still not wearing any pants but using a towel to clean himself off. I had mostly forgotten about him while Alex was fucking me better than anyone ever had before.
Oh my god, did he just watch us this whole time?The look on my face must have given away my thoughts, because he grinned and said, “That was a good show. Next time I come, though, I want to be the one fucking that pretty little pussy.”
Jesus.
Alex headed to the bathroom and we all managed to get at least partially dressed again. Damien picked another movie for us to watch, and we settled back onto the couch. This time, it didn’t feel awkward, despite the unconventional events that had just taken place. I was exhausted, but being between them now left me feeling comfortable rather than self-conscious or nervous. They seemed more at ease too, sitting closer to me in the middle of the couch. I curled up, this time with my head on Alex, and settled in to watch the next movie.