Chapter 22 #2
I was caught between them, drowning in sensation. Wade’s cock hit something inside me that made my vision blur, and I cried out, arching my back.
“Found it,” Wade said with a grin, adjusting his angle to hit that spot again and again.
“Need you, Lucky,” I whimpered. “Can’t… Fuck.”
“Such a good boy,” Lucky said, swinging her leg over my body. “I’m going to ride you while Wade fucks you. Is that what you want?”
“Oh, fuck. Yes.” I could barely form words as she positioned herself over me, her slick heat hovering just above my aching cock. My fingers were still inside her, and she moaned as she pulled away from them, replacing them with something much larger.
“Oh shit,” I gasped as she sank down on me in one fluid motion, her tight heat enveloping my cock completely.
Wade hadn’t stopped moving, his cock still buried deep inside me, and the sensation of being penetrated by him while penetrating her was almost too much. My body was a live wire, electricity crackling through every nerve ending.
“Move,” Lucky commanded, and Wade started thrusting again, each forward motion driving me deeper into Lucky.
I was caught between them, impaled and impaling, and I couldn’t control the sounds escaping my throat, half-moans, half-sobs of overwhelming pleasure. Wade’s cock hit that spot inside me with every thrust, sending shockwaves through my body that made my cock throb inside Lucky.
“You feel so good,” Lucky moaned, her hands braced on my chest as she rode me with abandon.
I was losing my mind, thrashing beneath them, my hips bucking wildly as I tried to fuck up into Lucky while simultaneously grinding back onto Wade’s cock. I couldn’t keep a rhythm; I was at their mercy, a vessel for their pleasure and mine.
“Oh god, oh god,” I chanted, my hands gripping Lucky’s hips so hard I knew I’d leave bruises. “I can’t—it’s too much—“
Wade leaned forward, his chest pressed against my back as he fucked into me with increasing force. The change in angle made me see stars, and I cried out, my body trembling between them.
“Look at him,” Lucky gasped to Wade, her movements becoming erratic. “He’s losing it.”
“Beautiful,” Wade murmured against my shoulder, his breath hot and ragged.
Lucky’s inner walls suddenly clenched around me, her body going rigid as she threw her head back. “I’m coming,” she cried out, her pussy pulsing rhythmically around my cock, milking me with each contraction.
The sight of her coming undone above me, combined with the relentless pressure of Wade’s cock against my prostate, pushed me right to the edge.
“I can’t hold it,” I warned, my voice breaking. “Fuck, I’m going to come—I can’t—I’ll have to fuck Wade another day—“
“No,” Lucky said firmly, even as her body still trembled with aftershocks. She lifted herself off me quickly, her hand wrapping tight around the base of my cock, staving off my impending orgasm. “Not yet. I want to see you fuck Wade first.”
Wade pulled out slowly, leaving me empty and aching. I whimpered at the loss, my cock painfully hard and leaking against my stomach.
“Please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for anymore.
And then Wade was on his hands and knees beside me, looking over his shoulder with a mixture of nervousness and desire. His fingers were already working their way into his own ass, slick with lube, stretching himself open.
“Come on,” he urged, his voice rough. “I need you, Bode. You can be rough with me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I scrambled behind him, my hands shaking as I grabbed the lube. I slicked myself up hastily, too far gone for patience or finesse.
“Ready?” I asked, my cock nudging against his entrance.
“Yes,” Wade hissed, pushing back against me.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed forward, breaching him in one swift motion that had us both crying out.
He was so tight around me, so hot, and I was already so close to the edge that I couldn’t hold back.
I started fucking him hard and fast, my hips snapping against his ass with enough force to rock him forward on the bed.
“Jesus fuck,” Wade groaned, his head dropping between his shoulders. “So good, so fucking good.”
Lucky moved to kneel beside us, her hand stroking Wade’s cock in time with my thrusts. “Such good boys, both of you.”
I was lost to sensation, my body moving on pure instinct as I drove into Wade again and again. The tight clench of his body around my cock was unlike anything I’d felt before, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“I’m close,” I warned, my rhythm faltering as the pressure built at the base of my spine.
“Me too,” Wade gasped, pushing back to meet each of my thrusts. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop—“
His body suddenly tensed, his back arching as he came with a shout, his ass clenching around me in powerful waves.
It was too much. I buried myself to the hilt inside him and followed him over the edge, my orgasm tearing through me with such force that my vision went white at the edges.
I collapsed against his back, both of us breathing hard as we rode out the aftershocks together.
“Holy shit,” I whispered against his sweat-slick skin when I could finally form words again.
Lucky stretched out beside us, her eyes dark with satisfaction. “That was even better than I imagined,” she said, reaching out to stroke my hair. “My beautiful boys.”
Wade carefully moved forward, and I slipped out of him with a groan. He turned over, pulling Lucky between us. We were a mess of sweat and cum and lube, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
“It’s a good thing we have lots of other beds,” Wade said.
Lucky laughed. “And showers.”
“Mm,” I moaned, grabbing Wade’s hand and pushing his fingers back into me. “Cuddle now, shower later.”
Wade smirked. “Does fingering your asshole really count as cuddling, though?”
“Of course it does,” Lucky said, laughing.