Sam stilled. “Oh, no. Tell us why you should come, doll.”
“Because… because I'm a good girl,” I replied, breathless.
I was a total slut. What the hell was I doing with two men? One cock in my mouth, one in my pussy. What was I doing writhing and moaning, begging and talking about sex? Chad never went for any of this. Jack's hand covered mine on his cock and he began to stroke, slow at first, then harder and my ex was forgotten. Obviously I'd been with a loser who didn't know how to use his cock because Sam was going to make me come and he wasn't even moving. Then Jack—
“Stick out your tongue,” he said. I looked up at him through my lashes, saw the tenderness in his gaze that contrasted with the tense jaw, the corded muscles in his neck. His cock was right in front of my mouth, a dark plum color and shiny from my mouth.
It was naughty, but I wanted it. I wanted it all, so I did as Jack wanted.
Placing the tip of his cock on my tongue, he groaned. Thick pulses of his cum spurted into my open mouth and coated my tongue. I kept my eyes on his the whole time, reveling in the way his eyes closed tightly, his skin flushed. His lips formed a thin line. He exhaled deeply. I'd reduced him to sheer pleasure and he’d all but painted the proof of it on my taste buds.
When his cock had been emptied, he moved back.
“Show Sam.”
Jack was a dirty talker. What he was having me do was so filthy, but all it did was make me wetter. I turned my head, looked over my shoulder.
Sam saw his cousin's seed in my mouth. “You're right. You are a good girl. Swallow, sweetness.”
I closed my mouth and did just that. Jack’s salty, tangy flavor coated my tongue and filled my belly. I'd never swallowed before, never enjoyed it, but with Jack, with Sam watching, I liked it.
Jack reached out, took my chin, tilted my head back so I had to look at him. With his thumb, he brushed off an errant drop of cum from the corner of my mouth. “Open.”
I did and he slipped the tip of his cock back in.
“Clean me up.” I licked the flared head clean. There was no missing the pleasure in his gaze or the way his cock was still hard.
Sam leaned over me, placed his hand beside mine on the bed. His warm body pressed against my back, the soft hair of his chest tickling my sensitized skin.
“I changed my mind. You're not a good girl. You're very, very naughty,” he murmured. “You've just swallowed Jack's cum while my cock fills your tight little pussy. You think you should come?”
“Yes!” I cried.
He licked the shell of my ear, tsked me. “You get to come because you like to suck cock. You like to take two men at once.” He swatted my ass, the hot sting of it making me gasp, especially when it only made me ache more, made my clit pulse. “You like to be spanked.”
“Yes!” I repeated. I did.
Scooping me up, Sam pulled me upright so I was straddling his thighs, our knees bent. I was sitting in his lap with his cock embedded deep. He held me in place with his hands on my breasts, Jack right in front of me.
“Jack's going to watch you come.”
Putting one knee on the bed, Jack shook his head. “Not just watch. I'm going to help.”
He reached between my legs and flicked my swollen, sensitive clit.
“Oh!” I cried, trying to shift my hips. I couldn't, Sam's hold too tight. Sweat coated my skin. The scent of sex swirled around us, dark and carnal. This wasn't like anything I'd ever… ever done before.
Sam began to lift and lower me as he thrust his hips up, fucking me now. His time for holding still had passed. His drive toward coming was fierce and he took me hard, pinching and tugging on my nipples as he did so.
With his mouth on my neck, Sam groaned, I felt him thicken and lengthen inside me just before he came. I was right there with him, so hot, so needy, so ready to give over to my own pleasure, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't get there, even as I tried to shift my hips. I cried out with equal parts need and frustration.
“Katie,” Jack said.
I opened my eyes, looked up at him, whimpered.
“Come now.”
He pinched my clit. Hard. I should have hated it, should have been stunned he'd done something so painful. Turned out, it wasn't painful at all. Or it was the most exquisitely painful pleasure I'd ever felt and I came. I screamed, my body milking Sam's cock, trying to pull him impossibly deeper into me.