“I'm okay. I promise. I don't want to think about him right now. I want to think about you.” I put a hand on King's chest, running my fingers through his kinky chest hair. There are white scars that trace his ribs, bumps under my fingertips, reminders of his own dark background. “My heroes that saved me from all that. Now please, kiss me.”
Wild Child rolls aside to undress, while King moves in. His hand is rough around the back of my head, pulling me to him as he presses his lips against mine. It's the first time we kiss, and I am not disappointed. He takes charge like he's leading me around a dance, his tongue exploring me while his hands hold me close. He's not gentle, but that's not what I want right now.
I want them to claim me, to make me theirs.
Again, I don't know who undresses me as my pants are pulled down, but it doesn't really matter. A moment later, there are lips on both my shoulders and over the curve of my hips on their way down to my thighs. The soft scratch of Hero's beard tells me he's up top and that it's Wild Child's studded tongue that's heading towards my—oh.
I draw a sharp breath through our kiss as Wild Child pushes my thighs apart and buries his face where they meet. Their attention already has me slick, and his wet tongue slides easily between my folds until he bounces the stud off my clit.
When King and I part, his dark eyes are smoldering. “Fuck, I want you,” he groans. “I've fucking wanted you since the first time I saw you, and it's only gotten stronger. Even if you're a fucking Hawthorne.”
“Oh my God, King. Is that a joke?” I laugh at him and get a vaguely sheepish look back. He wasn't ready last time. I'm kind of glad, because even just Hero and Wild Child was a lot for my first time. But I'm ready for my first time with him now. Right now. “You're wearing too many clothes, then.” He's the only one still wearing pants.
He strips in record time. It'd be funny for someone as serious as he tends to be, but the cock that springs out is no laughing matter. Even though Wild Child's attention is starting to make it really hard to concentrate and Hero has taken one of my nipples in his mouth, making me tingle all over, I wrap my fingers around his throbbing length and pull him towards me. He hisses at my touch.
“Take it in your mouth,” he orders. Always the boss, but I'm not going to argue.
“I've only done it once before. Show me how you like it.”
With a soft chuckle, he wraps his fingers into my hair until he has a good grip, then pushes the tip at my lips. I part them to let him in. He tastes of sweat and flesh and earthiness. Slickness from the tip coats my tongue almost immediately, and then he uses his grip to move my head back and forth, fucking my mouth. He's so thick, it's difficult to keep my teeth off him.
“That's nice,” he groans. “Tighten your lips and let me in.”
Hero's fingers tug one nipple, while he gnaws the other between his teeth, making me draw a sharp breath through my nose. Wild Child's grip has gotten firmer as he pushes me wide open and drives his tongue so deep it's like he's trying to stoke the fire at my core with the stud. And King uses my mouth for his pleasure, driving himself in until he bounces off the entrance to my throat. Each time, all my muscles tighten up, just a moment, and sometimes I cough, but he keeps going. I'm trapped between them all of them playing me like some sort of instrument, and it's driving me crazy.
“Fuck,” groans Wild Child, and gets up from between my legs, his cock pointing straight up at the ceiling.
“My turn first,” growls King, and suddenly he's gone from my mouth. “I've got to fucking feel her from the inside.”
Hero lifts me a moment to put a pillow under my neck so my head tips backwards, and then he positions himself in front of me, his dick pointing right at my mouth. Wild Child straddles my chest, taking my breasts in his hands and pressing them together so he can fuck between them. King grabs both of my ankles so he can push my legs back. A moment later, he’s forcing his massive cock into me.
Hero isn't as rough as King on my mouth, but the way I'm placed, he's got pretty much a straight shot at my throat. He runs his fingers along the outside, softly stroking me as he pushes in and out between my lips. Wild Child pinches my nipples, pulling my breasts back and forth against him, using them to pleasure himself. King fills me with every flex of his hips, his length touching me deep. It's like we're a perfect fit, my pussy made for his cock.