Unbroken 2

“On your knees, Skye.”

Hunter’s hand let go of my hair as he flipped me around, pulling me up on my knees and hands. Leo was in front of me, his cock back in my mouth. I sucked him, hearing his sharp intake of breath over me. His hand found my bare breast, and he gripped it as I stroked him, bringing him in as deeply as I could.

“Deeper,” Hunter demanded behind me. “You can go deeper than that, Skye. Stop being a fucking prude.”

I took Leo in deeper, fighting not to gag. A moan tore from Leo’s throat as he stroked my breast, pinching at the nipple. “That’s so good, sweetness,” he panted. “Don’t stop.”

I felt Hunter against my ass. He flipped my dress up and gripped my hips. His cock brushed along the folds of my sex, and I jerked at the spark running through me. He ran it again, soaking his length with my pleasure before resting his head at my entrance. My pussy throbbed, the emptiness suddenly overwhelming as I pulled away from Leo’s length and looked at Hunter over my shoulder, the plea apparent in my voice, “Hunt…”

“Let me fuck her, Leo,” Hunter urged tightly.

“No,” Leo seethed.

“You want her suffering?”

“You’re not allowed to fuck her. That’s the deal.”

Hunter’s fingers dug into my hips, painfully. I felt him quaking behind me like a storm. “Fuck you, Leo,” he growled.

There was a smile in Leo’s voice. “I’m busy fucking Skye’s mouth.”

With that, he was back in my mouth, this time moving faster. Hunter’s nails dug deep in my flesh as he fought to restrain himself, and then he let go of me. I still felt him behind me, his bare thighs against my ass as he moved rapidly against me, his cock rubbing at my sex. He jerked himself fast, seething curses under his breath. I tasted Leo’s precum as he thickened in my mouth, getting ready to come.

“Spit it out,” he whispered, breathlessly. “I want it everywhere, sweetness.”

He came a second later, bursting in my mouth. I spat his come out, gasping for breath as he rubbed his cock along my face. His come dripped down my mouth and throat, settling between my bare breasts, and yet he still kept coming, groaning through his long orgasm as I felt his pleasure coat my skin.

Behind me, Hunter grunted deeply, the tip of his cock at my entrance. It was hardly in, but I felt his length jerk as he came all over my bare sex. The throbs continued inside me, the pain of not being taken making me ache.

A hand fisted my hair, and before I knew it, I was dragged back. Turning to face him, the tip of Hunter’s cock was back in my mouth, still coming. “Suck it off,” he ordered.

And I did.

I hungrily lapped my tongue along him as he sat back on his haunches, head knocked back as he stared up at the darkening sky.

*

By the time we were done, Hunter had lit up another smoke and was sitting on a log, staring out at the ocean. Leo was sitting flat on his ass where he had come in my mouth, his arms wrapped around his knees as he looked off into the horizon.

Neither of them stared at me.

Neither of them spoke.

A strange tension loomed in the air, but I knew it didn’t have anything to do with me.

There it was again: them feuding with each other, and I was pretty sure they didn’t even know over what anymore.

I stood up and fixed my sticky breasts back into my dress. Their come was everywhere. I felt it on my face, throat and breasts. I felt it in my hair, on my tongue, running down my legs. It was all over my new dress, and I couldn’t smooth it out without feeling it somewhere.

Was it strange that I liked it?

That I wanted to be coated by them?

Fuck, I loved them so much.

I kicked off my sandals and walked to the shore. The cold water tickled my feet as I stood there, staring out across the great expanse of ocean.

The bay was magical at night.