Chapter 42 #2
Then I’m straddling him, his dick against me but not inside, and he’s staring up at me with dark, heated eyes.
Wordlessly, Nico climbs onto the bed at Dane’s head. There’s heat at my back, a quiet, wanting sigh, and I know it’s Cole. A shiver runs over my skin, and Dane must feel it, because his hands tighten on my hips.
This is it. The scene I described to them while touching myself for them that day.
“We’re going to take it as slow as you need,” Dane says, like it’s to me and also a proclamation for the entire room.
I swallow and nod, remembering what it was like the first time I tried to take all of him, on the plane.
Now, the idea of doing that—taking him vaginally and Cole anally at the same time? It feels impossible.
Cole is smaller than Dane, but not by much.
“I have lube,” Cole murmurs from behind me, as though he can hear my thoughts.
I feel his tentative touch, fingers sliding over the arch of my ass, then inside, slicking me with the lube.
I shudder again, this time from the anticipation.
In front of me, Nico sits back on his heels, his eyes dark, his hand already moving on his cock.
Dane is hard under me, but I need more.
I need to be ready.
So, I lean down and kiss Dane, let him take over the way he does, his tongue sliding against mine like he can steal my breath with each swipe. I kiss him and kiss him, and as I do, Cole keeps his hand against my ass, prodding and touching, a feeling like a thumb on my clit, but different.
Then, Dane’s hands are on my hips, and he’s lifting me, meeting my eyes, “Ready?” he rasps, staring up at me with blown-out pupils.
I nod, and then I’m sinking down onto his cock, taking him one inch at a time.
Nico’s gaze is locked on the place where Dane and I connect, my pussy stretching to take his cock.
It’s erotic, knowing Cole and Nico are both watching this.
I can tell Cole likes it from the way his hand moves faster, from how he slides one knuckle inside me, his forehead resting against my back.
“Fuck,” Dane breathes, holding me completely still, his hands a vice grip on my hips. “Don’t move, Lucy.”
“No.” The word slips out of me almost without thinking.
When I look down at Dane, his eyes flash, his hands tightening on my hips as I start to move on him, and his cock twitches violently in response. Already, I’m thinking of how he might punish me later for it, and it’s turning me on.
Apparently, it’s turning him on more, too. Maybe the only thing he likes more than my obedience is when I deny him it.
“Fuck, Lucy, that’s—” Nico groans, cutting himself off with a choked sound. His gaze is stormy as he watches me ride Dane, eyes darting from my bouncing breasts to my hips, back to my face, my lips.
Sitting completely up, I lean back and find Cole’s chest against my back, hook an arm back around his head as his hands come to my breasts, and turn my head to kiss him as I ride Dane’s cock.
“Oh, fucking hell,” Dane hisses, and I smile against Cole’s mouth, knowing it’s making it impossible for the man inside me not to get closer to coming.
Cole lets out a low noise and plants his hand on my back, pushing me back down and grabbing my ass again, working one hand against my opening. I imagine his other is on his cock, and it makes my pussy clench down, hard, around Dane.
Now Nico leans forward, careful to keep his cock up and out of Dane’s face, and kisses me with his other hand around the back of my head. The pressure of Dane inside me and Nico’s mouth against mine reminds me of that time on the beach, when I took Cole’s cock in my mouth while riding Dane.
It’s a strange sensation, to have other sex memories make me more crazy for what’s happening right now.
Nico releases me, and now, instead of sitting upright on Dane, I’m leaning forward, my tits pressed against his chest. I can feel how Cole has repositioned, his hips against my ass, his cock pressing right there at my entrance, the head just stretching me out.
It’s like the toy Dane used, like Nico’s tongue, but also nothing like that.
My heart is in my throat. I’m really going to do this.
I take a deep breath, force myself to relax, even as Dane’s cock is pushing at every part of me, begging me to keep moving my hips. I know I could stop this at any time. Tell them I’m not ready.
Instead, I go still, take another breath. My chest inflates against Dane’s. Nico’s hand is still in my hair. Cole is directly behind me.
I’m safe. Ready for this. And so, I say, “Cole. Please.”
Cole lets out a moan and Dane drops his hands from my hips. Cole settles his hands there, instead, and uses the new position to nudge the head of his cock inside my ass.
The noise I let out is involuntary. Cole’s cock is dripping with lube, and I feel it slick, coating the area, slippery. There’s zero friction as he pushes in, so my body just has to adjust to the stretch of having two of them inside me.
Dane and Cole. Maybe another time Cole and Nico, or Nico and Dane. I get to call the shots. I get to ask for what I want. Thinking of the possible combinations makes me dizzy.
Cole’s progress inside me is slow, and I can tell it’s taking everything in him not to go faster.
We’re not even moving, but the pressure is perfect, mind-numbing.
Maybe it should be embarrassing, but I bury my face in Dane’s chest and let out noises like I’ve never made before.
I beg and plead, whine and moan, then, only when Cole is fully seated inside me, I start to move.
Together, we’re a chorus of fuck, fuck, fuck, Nico the loudest of us all, apparently enjoying his vantage point above me, watching me get fucked from under and behind. Dane lifts his head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth hungrily, and I arch my back, allowing Cole to drive in deeper.
When Cole thrusts, I rock against Dane, and their cocks work together inside me, bracketing my g-spot from both sides. My first orgasm is a flash, a firework that pops once, twice, three times, so I clench down hard on both of them and they shudder—but keep going.
By the time I come out on the other side of the orgasm, Nico is pumping his hand on his cock, knees against the mattress, one hand on my head.
“Lucy,” he murmurs, staring down at me with an expression that I can only describe as loving. “Are you ready to take one more? Can you do it?”
“Oh, fuck,” Dane moans, as Cole increases his pace, and I seem to take both of them deeper.
Dane’s hands are everywhere, pinching and groping at my breasts, grabbing my hips.
Cole’s hands have migrated to my love handles, where he grips tightly so he can drive inside.
“Suck his cock, Lucy. Put his cock in your pretty little mouth.”
I already denied him once. I won’t do it again.
So, leaning forward, body rocking from the power of Cole’s thrusts, I swipe my tongue over Nico’s dick. Dane thrusts up and into me at the same time Cole does, and I cry out, mouth opening, Nico’s cock sliding over my tongue, salty and wet.
“Oh, baby,” Nico moans, head falling back as the head of his cock meets my throat, stifling the cry. Now, Dane and Cole coordinate, thrusting at the same time, and I come again violently, suddenly, so I suck Nico off with a fervor I’ve never had before. “Luc—”
Nico’s words disappear as I attack him, pull him as deep inside my mouth as I can manage. He devolves into nothing more than sounds and breaths, and that’s the case for all of us.
Dane uses his mouth on my breasts with the same energy, and I wonder if he’s watching me suck Nico from his vantage point.
It’s lewd, crass, and so fucking sexy. That thought, coupled with Dane’s hand sliding down my stomach, just touching my clit, sends me into my third orgasm, and I’m a crying, shaking mess.
Tears run down my face at the pleasure, at how sensitive my entire body is. Dane and Cole grunt, hold tight, each of them driving faster and harder, losing some of the rhythm they’d achieved earlier in the pursuit of filling me.
This time, I pop Nico’s cock out of my mouth and lower down, burying my face in Dane’s elbow as he and Cole fuck me. This time, it might be too much to try and swallow Nico down.
Maybe that leaves me something to look forward to, next time.
Nico puts his hand on the back of my head and holds me down, and I feel the warm, wet release of him on my back just as Dane and Cole release inside me.
It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before. The stretch, the pressure, and then the final warm, shaking finish.
Body shaking, I lay limp atop Dane as Cole slides out of me slowly, carefully, before placing a kiss at the top of my ass, but not where Nico came. Nico leans down and places a kiss to the top of my head, and Dane kisses my cheek, my neck, everywhere he can reach.
There’s silence, and I realize they might be waiting for some signal from me that I’m okay. I’m bone-tired, wrecked from the pleasure, but I lift my head slightly, look up at Nico—and Cole, who stands at the side of the bed, watching me.
“We did it,” I rasp, and the tension breaks when Dane starts to laugh beneath me. It’s contagious, moving to the other two, and soon we’re all laughing, delirious with the fact of what we’ve just accomplished together.
“No,” Dane murmurs, the vibration of his words nice under my chest. “You did it, Lucy.”
There’s a hand trailed up my side, then a warm cloth. Then I’m lifted, carried to the shower, lavished with love and praise as they clean me up, wrap me in satin, carry me back to the other bedroom, where we can sleep on fresh sheets.
Now, more than ever, I’m thinking those three words. I want to say them, want to let them out from where they itch at the back of my throat, but I’m fast asleep before I get the chance.