Chapter 5 #3
Alex’s other hand held my hips down against the bed, keeping me from grinding the way my body was trying to do on its own, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever come down from the delirium.
Jonathan was calling me a good girl as he eased my now-limp hand into his waistband, showing me how to stroke the bare skin of his velvet-smooth cock in a way that he liked. I let him guide me, then gasped as I watched him use my hand to free him from his clothes.
The sight of him, bold and male and crudely sexual, melted something inside me.
He was definitely big—a proud, long erection with a beautifully thick, bulging tip, jutting out from a thatch of dark curls. I thought for a second, I want to taste him. It was a surprise, sure, but something headier, too. Something like hunger.
“Let’s see how quick she can learn,” Jonathan’s low, measured voice decided.
Then suddenly my still-quivering pussy was empty, and my breasts were exposed and missing the heat of Devin’s mouth and hands, and a hard fist was yanking my head back by the roots of my hair.
“Open your mouth,” Jonathan practically barked, then when I parted my lips a little, he added, “wider. You’re gonna have to try harder to take me, baby girl.”
I obeyed him, spreading my jaw in anticipation for what he was clearly planning next.
Readying myself to taste a man’s desire for the first time—and that desire was for me.
I watched him edge forward until a single stretch of my tongue could have put me in contact with his cock, but I wasn’t bold enough to lick him the way I wanted.
I wouldn’t know what to do.
I was still holding Jonathan’s gaze, waiting for what came next, when the two other men moved around me, swapping places.
I felt more than saw Alex come to my side as Devin took up a position between my legs, wasting no time in yanking the pesky panties completely off, not content to pull them to the side like Alex had.
“Dying to kiss this pretty pussy,” Devin let out in a low whisper-growl that revealed the depth of his lust.
I whimpered, squirmed, begging him to begin, and almost forgot about the rest of this scene playing out.
When Jonathan’s swollen crown first touched my tongue, the heat of him startled me.
His salty taste filled my senses, making me forget everything else.
With a slow easing forward of his hips, he slid himself back until my lips automatically slid around him, and he growled low in his throat as I tried a gentle suck.
“Good girl,” Jonathan said to me, even as I felt him stretching my jaw muscles to their limit.
It was hard to even get enough leverage to suck him, much less the will to move like I wanted to.
My feeble attempts at pleasing him demonstrated my inexperience, and there was unexpected tenderness in his gaze, one big hand coming up to cup my face.
A sweet contrast to the filthy image of him filling my mouth.
“You’re new to this,” Jonathan said. “Breathe, angel. Relax.”
As if to encourage me, Devin’s clever tongue boldly swept through my folds then.
I felt a molten wave of pleasure from my head to my toes, and my body turned to jelly.
Jonathan eased himself further into my mouth, nearing the back of my throat. I gagged a little, and again he smoothed back my hair from my face as if to encourage me.
I had no time to adjust to the new sensations before Devin was giving me more.
In the next second, he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my pussy, making me moan low in my chest. Jonathan let out a little hiss, pleased by the feeling of that vibration around his cock.
Meanwhile, Devin continued licking my most intimate folds like he knew their every nerve ending, feasting on my pleasure as Alex’s strong hands found my breasts.
The world shifted at the first teasing stroke of Devin’s tongue against my sensitive, straining clit. It wasn’t enough. I bucked my hips up to meet him, my hand finding its way to the back of his head, reveling in the softness of his buzzed hair as I urged him to take more, give more pressure.
All the while, Jonathan was starting to move, thrusting his hips forward in careful, short strokes that felt deliciously sinful.
He was fucking my mouth, using me for his own pleasure, just as Alex massaged my breasts and tweaked my nipples, a little rough, heightening every delicious spark of pleasure until I was certain I couldn’t take any more.
But Devin’s mouth was talented and unrelenting.
As if he knew better than I did that I could take more, he enveloped my clit with his gorgeous, wet lips, sucking it just right so that in what felt like seconds and hours and a century of bliss, my body had no choice but to crash over another tidal wave of an orgasm.
It was more intense than before, needier, my empty pussy spasming, longing to be filled again.
Even as the satisfaction took over, it wasn’t enough. I needed so much. I needed all three of these men to give me more.
In the overwhelming sensations, I lost all control over myself, moaning wildly again around Jonathan’s thick head, losing suction so he slipped out of my mouth.
The strangled sounds I made rang through the room. Unfamiliar, but more erotic than I thought I could ever be. How was it possible that hearing my own pleasure made me wetter than ever?
“Your mouth is so sweet, angel,” I heard Jonathan pant, “but you’ve got a lot to learn.” Another rough tug on my hair that made me whimper, another hard kiss as if to soften the criticism. I was too blissed out to feel embarrassed.
“We can teach her,” Alex declared. A delicious, hard pinch to one of my nipples made me cry out, and my eyes went to his clothed body, searching for glimpses of his skin. From below, I saw his wicked smirk. “She seems eager to learn.”
Before I could confirm or deny it, Devin plunged a finger inside my wet heat, letting out a growl as he devoured me like a man starved. Oh, fuck.
He wanted me to come again, or else he got so much of his own pleasure from ravaging my pussy that he couldn’t stop.
He followed every buck of my hips, and when I glanced down my own naked body to meet his green eyes, there was a fiery possession in them.
I watched him suck hard at my lips, stretch them as he pulled back, let go.
Christ, the sight was more depraved than anything I’d ever seen.
And with the full picture—Jonathan moving in to suckle and savor my left breast, Alex starting to undo some of his clean-cut buttons until I saw his slim, gleaming chest and a streak of gold that trailed down to his still-covered erection—hell, I’d have fantasy fodder for weeks. The rest of my life, even.
“Fuck, I could stay licking this pussy all night,” Devin growled between my thighs. He blew a stream of cool air over my clit, then followed it with more wet heat, and I gasped.
Alex’s zipper, the metallic sound of it coming down, split my attention.
Glacier blue eyes met mine as he palmed himself through dark boxer-briefs over my head. He raised one eyebrow, communicating wordlessly, You want this?
“Green,” I let myself squeak out. Suddenly, I needed to see him, to marvel at how hard he was for me, if only to prove that he was a flesh-and-blood man and not some icy automaton programmed just to finger-fuck me into my first orgasm with a partner.
Somehow, at my simple cue, Alexei’s ice turned to fire.
As if to reward me for speaking out at last, he surprised me not by unsheathing his throbbing cock, but by finally coming down to kiss my mouth.
God, had he really not even kissed me yet? Amidst all the pleasure, the many moving parts of the whole erotic scene, I hadn’t noticed yet the way this sleek, polished man held himself at arm’s length.
His lips weren’t cool or stiff like I’d expect, but shockingly hot, skillfully overwhelming mine with a fluid, sensuous kiss that made me dizzy.
But it didn’t last long, and when he pulled away, his eyes were cold again, and his hand found mine.
A little forcefully, he jerked my wrist then molded my fingers around his now-bare cock.
“First lesson,” Alex told me through gritted teeth, right next to my ear. He guided my hand up and down his shaft in painfully slow strokes. “That’s it. You’ve got to play along, angel. You can’t just lie there and take it.”
I didn’t want to, but how was I supposed to think, much less control my body? I was surrounded by masculine lust and power, shaking with the overwhelm of it, trying to focus on every detail at once.
Jonathan’s rigid cock sliding against my leg as he took his time licking, palming, even nipping at my breasts; the heat and silk of Alex’s uncut manhood in my hand, and the thrill of his fingers guiding mine on exactly how he liked to be stroked.
And all the while, Devin’s greedy tongue wringing out every drop of pleasure from the pool of need at my core.
“You taste like heaven and sin,” Devin moaned, as if hearing my thoughts.
The unashamed sensuality of it was shocking.
I had no idea men could experience the level of mind-melting lust that always overtook me right as I came—the only time I’d ever been out of control enough to let myself make that sort of sound.
But Devin seemed made for this level of raw passion, and in seconds I was surprised into another seismic climax, hard and fast, when he massaged his slippery tongue over my clit.
“You’ve tasted enough,” Jonathan’s hard tone made the world shift, then my pussy wasn’t being eaten anymore and I wanted to sob, beg for the return.
Instead, I felt a hard, shocking smack, heard the wetness of the collision of Jonathan’s large hand against my folds.
I yelped, part in pain, part in surprise—the latter from the action itself and the added rush of lust it sent through me. “Frankie, you’re doing so well, taking all of this pleasure. You’ve come so pretty for us.”
“Fucking gorgeous,” Devin agreed, sloppily kissing my neck as he took up the spot Jonathan had been occupying at my side.
Jonathan was fully naked and had moved into position at the end of the mattress, on his knees in front of me.