Her 2 Protectors
They’re not quite ready to call a truce yet. I can see it in their eyes. There are more fights to come, but something in my heart propels me toward Nick and Zeke. It tells me there will be beauty and contentment on the other side of the negativity. There’s gratitude flowing through me, too, over the way they stood by me in the hospital, the only light in my darkest hours. Following my instincts to please these men, to thank them for being my saviors, I go down on my knees on the floor between them.
“Ah, Jesus,” Nick says. “Look how sweet.”
“Baby’s going to give her first suck.”
At first, all I can do is marvel over the sheer length and thickness of the flesh they strokestrokestoke toward my mouth, the veins straining in their hands, their athletic thigh muscles flexing. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve overheard girls describing the act enough to know men spend the whole time trying not to have rough intercourse with the female’s mouth. But they need to. If I have one goal tonight, it’s to give them permission to lose control. I don’t want them holding back from anything that provides pleasure.
“Ground rules?” Nick grinds out, guiding his erection to my mouth and sliding the salty weight of himself deep, deep toward my throat with a loud curse. “I only need one. No touching her unless all three of us are there. That’s what she needs, that’s what we give her.” He rears back and inches forward with stuttering breaths, making my eyes tear. “But break the rule and I’ll break your neck.”
“Done,” Zeke says through his teeth, his free hand tugging my jaw down so I can take more of Nick. It’s a move that surprises me, but I can feel the possession in his grip. If I’m going to take another man into my mouth, he’s going to have some control over it. I reward him by setting Nick free and turning my head, licking the bead of milky white from Zeke’s erect inches, then swirling my tongue around the head. All the while, I can feel Nick stroking back my hair, like he did in the hospital. Proud, tender. But shaking enough that I know he’s incredibly turned on.
“She’s a good girl, isn’t she?” Nick’s hand moves in my peripheral vision, sliding up and down his swollen girth. “Can’t be easy to stretch that little mouth, but she’s trying for our sake.”
“Fuck yeah,” Zeke rasps, holding my head steady and thrusting deep. “Trying real hard. Sucking on it like she’s already got a taste for come.”
“She will.” Nick guides himself to my lips and Zeke pops out with a groan, allowing himself to be replaced. “Motherfucker,” groans Nick, sliding into my mouth until he hits my throat, making me choke. “Call me sick, but I love the way those wisdom teeth scrape on my cock a little.”
“Hell, I’m sick then, too,” Zeke says, reaching down to capture my breasts. “Paired up with these B-cup titties, we’re going straight to hell.”
“Not before I come down her throat.”
Zeke groans, his hand blurring on his arousal. “You close, man?”
“Christ, yes. She’s sucking on my cock like a champ.”
I sense a solid wall of reluctance in Zeke, but the fingers of his free hand twist in my hair and he tips my head back. “Eyes on him, baby. Watch how hard a man comes for an eager little girl. He can’t do nothing about the need but get rid of it. Now be a good girl and help him.”
Responsibility wells inside me and…heat, too. I’m so hot and dizzy and tingly between my legs. I’m safe and treasured. But I’m also the object of their lust and until now, I didn’t realize how men become animals when they’re on the brink of being satisfied. They’re snarling and grunting above me, jerking their flesh and passing my mouth back and forth, choking on curses when it’s their turn. Hips pumping, rough hands on my chin, in my hair. Toward the end, I’m nothing but a wet hole to them, one they pump into eagerly without any thought to how deep they go or how much I can take. Mine, they growl at each other. Mine.
And maybe I was made for this kind of treatment, because it excites me. My nipples are in tight beads and as soon as I learn to loosen my throat muscles, I stop gagging and savor the robust flavor of male, the ridges along the tips of their flesh, the press of their sacs to my chin.
“Going to give you a big load, sweetheart,” says Nick. “Look at me now. Give me those pretty, grateful eyes while it’s burning down your throat.”
I do as I’m asked and it’s glorious. Watching this veritable giant shudder and grunt his way through a climax, his fingers tangling in my hair. His release goes down thick and salty. I love it. I love it. I want more of this proof of satisfaction—and I get it. As soon as Nick is finished and staggers away with a slack jaw, I’m spun around on my knees and Zeke is spraying come across my lips, driving into my mouth—deep so deep—while he shouts up at the ceiling.