Chapter 15 #2
Bode was good at this—methodical and attentive, learning what made me moan and what made me dig my heel into his back. His tongue circled my clit, flicked over it, varying the amount of pressure. I leaned back, one hand braced on the sofa cushion, the other gripping Bode’s hair, guiding him.
“Fuck, yes.” I rolled my hips against his mouth. “Like that. Such a good boy.”
I glanced up to find Wade still in position, but visibly struggling now.
His hands were clasped behind his back, but his whole body was tense, a sheen of sweat making his skin glow in the low light.
His cock was leaking, the head dark and swollen, and his eyes—God, his eyes were devouring me, devouring us both.
“Wade wants to join us so much,” I murmured to Bode, who responded by sliding a finger inside me, curving it upward in a way that made my vision blur. "Look at him. So desperate to touch."
Bode pulled back to glance at Wade, but I pulled him back to his task and he moaned, licking me with renewed enthusiasm, adding a second finger alongside the first, stretching me as his tongue continued its attention to my clit.
“Stop,” I gasped, pulling him away by his hair. “On the sofa. I want to ride you.”
Bode moved, settling himself on the center cushion, his cock standing against his stomach. I reached for my bag beside the sofa, retrieving a condom. Tearing the packet open, I rolled the latex down his length, enjoying the way his hips bucked at my touch.
“Do you want to fuck me, Bode?” I asked, straddling his thighs but not taking him inside yet.
“Yes,” he said, his voice strained. “Please, Duchess.”
I smiled at the honorific, another surge of power. “Tell me how much you want it.”
His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into the flesh there with a desperation I’d never seen from him. “So fucking much,” he said, all traces of his composure gone. “I’ve wanted you since the first day.”
I leaned down and kissed him, losing myself in the taste of his mouth for a moment as I ground down on his hard cock.
I reached between us, guiding his cock to my entrance, inch by agonizing inch, sank down onto him.
The stretch was exquisite, my body yielding to accommodate his size, and when he was fully seated inside me, we both groaned at the sensation.
I braced my hands on the cushions above him and began to move, rolling my hips in a rhythm. Bode’s head fell back against the sofa, his eyes fluttering closed, lips parted in pleasure. I leaned down to capture his mouth in a kiss, tasting myself on his tongue.
“Wade,” I kept kissing Bode. “Would you like to be licking his cock and my pussy right now? Tasting where we’re connected?”
The whimpered “Yes” from behind me was so desperate it made my inner walls clench around Bode.
“Next time.” I sat up straight again, picking up the pace of my movements. Bode felt incredible inside me, hitting spots that made my breath catch, his hands on my hips helping to guide my rhythm.
“Wade,” I said, breathless now, “you can touch my tits. Only my tits, nothing else.”
He was behind me in an instant, his large hands cupping my breasts with a gentleness that contrasted with Bode’s urgent thrusts below. Wade’s palms were hot against my skin, his fingers rolling my nipples with the right pressure, and I turned my head to meet his mouth in our first kiss.
Where Bode was all fire and hunger, Wade kissed with confident purpose; less frantic but no less passionate.
I reached behind me with one hand, finding Wade’s cock and stroking it in time with Bode’s movements inside me.
Wade groaned into my mouth, his hips pushing forward into my grip.
Everything was sensation: Bode inside me, Wade’s hands on my breasts, his cock in my hand, the taste of both of them on my tongue.
When I felt Wade’s hands start to drift toward Bode’s body, I broke our kiss and shook my head. “No touching him,” I reminded him firmly. “Back where you were.”
Wade’s face fell, but he obeyed, stepping back to his position, hands behind his back once more. The loss of his touch was momentary but acute, and I turned my attention to Bode beneath me, who was watching me with a kind of wonder in his dark eyes.
“Touch me,” I told him, guiding his hand between our bodies. “Make me come.”
His fingers found my clit, circling it with relentless pressure as I rode him, faster. The pleasure built, coiling tight at the base of my spine, and when it broke, it crashed through me in waves that made me cry out, my body clenching around Bode’s cock.
As I shuddered through the aftershocks, I noticed Bode’s rhythm falter, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force as he fought for control. “Duchess, may I?” he gasped.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
His face transformed by pleasure as he slammed up into me one last time and came.
For several heartbeats we stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat-slicked skin pressed against sweat-slicked skin, floating in post-orgasmic bliss.
Slowly, I lifted myself off of Bode’s cock and stood, facing him on shaky legs.
I leaned forward, bracing my arms on either side of Bode’s shoulders, my body still humming with aftershocks.
His face was flushed, eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction, yet still hungry as they trailed over my body.
“You’re a good boy.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead, tasting salt on his skin.
“Now I want you to suck on my tits while Wade fucks me.”
Behind me, I heard Wade’s intake of breath.
I arched my back, presenting myself to Wade while keeping my face close to Bode’s. “Wade,” I said, glancing over my shoulder, “there are condoms in my bag. Put one on and fuck me.”
“Yes, Duchess.” Wade’s voice was raw with need, and I heard him fumbling with the box, tearing open the wrapper.
Bode’s hands came up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my still-sensitive nipples, sending jolts of sensation straight to my pussy.
I shivered, anticipation building as I felt Wade move behind me, his large hands on my hips.
There was a rustle of a condom wrapper, then he was guiding himself to my entrance.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice tight with restraint.
“Yes,” I breathed, and gasped as the broad head of his cock pressed against me, stretching me open.
Wade was bigger than Bode, thicker and heavier, and the initial penetration was almost too much after the first round.
My body resisted before yielding, welcoming him in a slide that seemed to go on forever.
By the time he was fully seated inside me, I was trembling, my breath coming in short, desperate pants.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, dropping my forehead to Bode’s shoulder. “You’re so thick.”
Wade’s hands tightened on my hips, and he held still, giving me time to adjust. “Too much?” he asked, concern evident even through his obvious arousal.
“No.” I lifted my head to meet Bode’s dark eyes. “Perfect. Give me a second.”
Bode leaned forward, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, making me moan, low and guttural. I felt Wade begin to move, drawing back before pushing in again, establishing a rhythm that had me seeing stars.
“Oh god,” I gasped, as Bode switched to my other breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak hard enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain racing through me. “That’s... fuck, that’s good.”
Wade’s pace increased, his strokes becoming longer, more forceful, each one driving me forward into Bode’s waiting mouth.
My world narrowed to these points of contact: Wade’s cock driving into me from behind, Bode’s mouth on my breasts, his hands now on my waist, helping to stabilize me as Wade’s thrusts grew more powerful.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. Couldn’t believe I was taking two cocks in one night, right in front of each other, both men focused on my pleasure. The thought sent another wave of arousal through me, making my inner walls clench around Wade, drawing a groan from him.
“You feel so fucking good,” Wade panted, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as his cock touched places deep inside me that made me lose my focus.
The sound Wade made was almost a whimper, but he resumed his thrusting, his pace more measured now, trying to control himself. Bode’s mouth returned to my breast, his hand sliding between our bodies to find my clit, circling it with fingers.
The combined stimulation was overwhelming: Wade’s cock hitting spots inside me that made my vision blur, Bode’s fingers working my clit with pressure, his mouth hot and demanding on my breasts. Another orgasm built, coiling tight at the base of my spine.
“I’m close,” I gasped, my fingers digging into Bode’s shoulders. “So close. Oh fuck.”
Wade’s thrusts became more targeted, angling upward to hit the spot that made me see stars, and the orgasm crashed through me with a force that had me crying out, my body clenching around Wade’s cock.
Before I could even catch my breath, Bode’s fingers had changed their pattern, building me toward another peak with relentless pressure.
I felt Wade’s hand join Bode’s mouth on my breast, their fingers working in tandem, Wade still thrusting inside me.
It was too much, too many hands, too many sensations, and I shattered again, this time with a keening wail that seemed to be torn from somewhere deep inside me. My vision went white around the edges, my entire body trembling with the force of it.
“Please.” Wade’s rhythm became erratic behind me. “Please, Duchess, let me come. I can’t hold back much longer.”
I was drunk with pleasure, barely able to form words, but I managed to nod. “Yes. Come for me, Wade.”
With a shuddering groan, Wade hauled me up against him and thrust deep one final time, his body going rigid behind me as he found his release. For several heartbeats he stayed like that, clutching me against him, his breathing shaky, his lips against my throat.
“Fuck,” he whispered, breath shaky. “I’ve waited so fucking long for you, Lucks. And it was worth it.”
All I could do was whimper and press closer, holding him inside me for a beat longer.
Wade pulled out of me, the loss of him leaving me strangely empty.
I heard him pad away, to dispose of the condom, and I collapsed onto Bode’s chest. He wrapped his arms around me, one hand stroking up and down my back as he pulled me fully on top of him, and I tried to remember how to breathe normally.
“You okay?” he murmured into my hair, and the gentleness in his voice made my chest ache.
I nodded against his chest, not trusting my voice yet. The enormity of what had happened was starting to sink in, and shyness settled over me. I’d had sex with both my roommates.
Wade returned, his naked form casting a shadow over us. “That was fucking hot,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. Then he gave a gallant bow. “Duchess.”
I laughed, the sound breathless. “Yeah.” I shifted to make room for him on the couch. “It was.”
Wade settled beside Bode’s head, reaching out to rub my back. “This whole domme thing? Turns out you’re good at it.”
“I’ve been drawing it for years, but I’ve never found the right partners.”
Wade’s hand joined Bode’s on my back, their fingers occasionally brushing against each other. The contact seemed to spark a current between them, a current of electricity I could feel even through my exhaustion.