14 - Fallon
~ 14 ~
FALLON
I bit my lip as Emerson pushed into me, and it wasn’t nearly enough. My brows arched upward, my face crossing with a mixture of excitement and alarm. I saw it all reflected in the expressions of Dalton and Trey, as they watched, fascinated, from the other end of the bed.
Inch by inch he filled me with his thickness, his fingers digging into my hips to distract me from the pain. But the pain was temporary. It eventually subsided, and pleasure took its place. I relaxed my body, which was now rocking forward and back to meet Emerson’s slow, merciful thrusts. His fingers relented. His palms began roaming my ass.
And that’s exactly when Dalton fed me from the front, pushing past my lips and straight down my throat.
Mmmmm …
There weren’t words to describe the feeling of getting spitroasted for the first time. In a way, it was exactly how I’d always imagined it. In other ways, it was fantastically different. There was a certain rawness to it; a twisted and depraved gratification that came with not only getting fucked at both ends, but giving pleasure to two men at once. I have to say, I got right into it. I was moaning, sighing, whimpering around them. Screwing myself so achingly full of Emerson’s incredible gift, while pumping Dalton in and out of my hungry mouth.
I was ravenous for sex, in a way I hadn’t ever been before. So when they switched places, and Dalton slid into me next? I grinded so hard against his beautiful abs and rock-hard thighs it began to hurt all over again.
I’d never felt this contented, this sated, this incredibly, totally full. I was making noises again, rocking back and forth, slamming them home. I ached from the inside out, but it was a good ache — a great fucking ache — and every time they traded off on me, it made me hotter and hornier than the time before.
Eventually I was flipped onto my back, legs spread wide, and Dalton slammed himself home. At that point, I lay back and let the boys drive for a while. Dalton hit places I vaguely but happily remembered, and Emerson took me so deep my toes curled. The guys were just so big , so totally powerful on and above me. Their bodies moved like machines rather than flesh and muscle, flexing as they surged against my skin, pumping away at me from behind, or pistoning between my legs. I found a pillow near my face and I screamed into it, then the pillow was gone and something else was in my mouth entirely. I began screaming around that too. Screaming and sucking and urging them on as they fucked me hard into the bed, holding my legs back, pinning me deep into the softness of the rapidly scrambling sheets and blankets.
I was almost delirious with lust by the time Trey took me. The six-foot-seven linebacker pushed his way between my thighs, his face glazed with arousal from watching me take on his friends.
“Hi Trey…” I smiled up at him.
His boyish grin was absolutely adorable.
“Uhh, hi,” he said sheepishly. “Sorry if I’m crashing the party, but…”
I laughed. “Is that what you think you’re doing?”
He shrugged. “Actually, I’m a little low-key offended I wasn’t originally invited. You guys waited until I was gone, and then—”
“Trey?”
“Yes?”
“How about you just fuck me?”
His face broke into relieved smile, as I kissed him for the first time. The kiss was soft, and sweet, and full of all things good and genuine.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I expected him to go slow, maybe even try and make love to me, like a cowboy and a gentleman. Instead, he went as hard as he did back in the football stadium. Trey didn’t just fuck me, he plowed through me like an unturned field. The sheer weight of his massive form drove him deeper than any of the others, to the point where I found myself biting his shoulder, or clawing his back. The noises I made were different; with Trey. They were desperate. Nervous. Almost on the edge of actually being frightened.
But the fear was far, far outweighed by the pleasure. Being so thoroughly and completely dominated was an instant turn-on, and the sheer insanity of our size difference somehow didn’t seem to be a factor. My thighs were so far apart I could barely even take him. Yet we were always kissing, always face-to-face. There was an instant intimacy between myself and this man I barely knew. An insane chemistry that made me feel safe and comfortable, even as my body was being stretched to its absolute limits, like nothing I’d experienced before.
The guys took me again and again, in every possible position and combination. At one point, one of them reached down to rub my clit while the other was still fucking me. That, I decided, was a feeling I could really get used to. My senses were already on the verge of overload, but the unique sensuality of everything pushed me over the edge.
We destroyed the bed, the room, the blankets and sheets. Sweat dripped down our bodies as we fucked like animals, the boys constantly switching off just short of erupting inside me. By then, I’d climaxed more times than I could count — and in more positions than I could’ve possibly imagined. They were holding my head, pulling my hair, fucking my face. They owned and destroyed me, bending to their will. Even folding me physically in half at times, to take full possession of my body, my mind, my everything.
Drunk on sex, high on a sea of my own endorphins, I started begging them to come. I needed them to finish on me, over me, inside me. I wanted it all. I just couldn’t get enough.
In one last frenzy they each took me again, bending me over the side of the bed and railing me hard, while holding and kissing me at the same time. One by one they finished behind me, spilling half their seed in my hot channel, smearing the rest all over my come-covered ass. They kept going even afterward, watching each other, egging each other on. Making, as boys so often do, a big, giant mess.
When I finally collapsed, Dalton was there to catch me. He dragged his fingertips lovingly along the curves of my heaving body, as the others abruptly got up and left the room.
“Where are they going?” I asked, realizing they hadn’t even taken their clothes.
The quarterback smiled and kissed me on the shoulder. “To get drinks and towels.”
I blinked. “Drinks and towels?”
“Of course,” he grinned, still running his fingers along my back. “For round two.”