Chapter 20 #2
My mind was aware of every point of contact between them both, and at the same time, I couldn’t keep track of who was touching me where. It was beautifully chaotic and a blissful way to just let go.
The tension at the waist of my jeans released, and Corbin’s hand slid inside until his fingers stroked over the wet heat of my pussy. He groaned in approval, sliding his hand deeper inside my panties.
“Fuck, baby girl. You really are melting.” The tips of his fingers teased my entrance before pulling away entirely.
I made a choked sound of protest as his hand pulled completely out of my pants.
Bale’s hand squeezed my side, emitting a low hum of approval that echoed into my ear as Corbin held up his fingers. The moonlight spilling into the corn house’s opening caught the slick shine of my arousal on them.
He leaned forward over my shoulder, releasing my throat to grab Corbin’s wrist and pulling his hand forward. I watched as Bale slowly closed his mouth over the two digits, sucking off the evidence of how fucking turned on I was.
There was a dark and approving gleam in Corbin’s eyes that sent another rush of heat between my thighs.
My hands balled up in his shirt, twisting the material in my hands just shy of overstretching it.
All while my thighs pressed together, attempting to alleviate the fierce ache building between them.
A filthy little pop came from Bale’s lips as he pulled his head back from Corbin’s fingers.
“Mmm, sweet enough to rot a man’s teeth,” he said right before he spun me around to face him. The force of it tore Corbin’s shirt right from my hands, startling a squeak out of me.
Tilting my head back to stare up at his tall form, my heart skipped a beat. Gone was the look of a man who had been determined to push me away with his abrasive demeanor, and in its place was a man ready to scorch the earth to be here in this moment with me.
Corbin repositioned himself behind me, taking advantage of my temporary distraction.
One minute, the oversized hoodie hung loose on my body, and the next?
His hand gathered the slack cotton and twisted it behind me roughly.
My arms were yanked behind my back, tangled up in the fabric.
Each struggle to free them resulted in his hold becoming tighter, immobilizing my movement.
At his mercy, he applied gentle pressure to my back with the hand balled up in the hoodie that kept me restrained, bending me over at the waist toward Bale. His other hand worked my jeans and panties down over my hips until they were mid-thigh.
Smirking, Bale’s finger came up under my chin, ensuring that I was looking up at him through my lashes.
“That’s a good kitty,” he praised. “Ready to find a few more of my stitches?”
Bale’s deft fingers unbuckled his belt with quiet clinks of the leather against the metal. I had a front row seat to the slow reveal as the button of his pants slipped free. The zipper made a hushed whisper as it slid down, and straining against the dark fabric of his boxers, was a massive bulge.
Feeling Corbin’s boot kick my legs apart, the waist of my jeans cut into the outside of my thighs, locking me in this position like a trussed-up offering, fully exposed to him with the cool air meeting my bare pussy.
Just as Bale exposed the thick length of his cock, Corbin shoved two fingers deep into my cunt, forcing me to cry out at the sudden burst of pleasure. My walls stretched around the intrusion, and the feeling nearly buckled my knees.
“That’s it, baby girl. Let me make you feel good,” he coaxed.
Gasping out a moan, I watched as Bale’s hand slowly stroked over his dick. Veins were visible even in the dim lighting, and a sheen of precum leaked from the slit at the tip.
Above the base of his cock was another line of inked stitches, five of them along a horizontal line. With his pants and boxers now pooled around his ankles, I barely registered several more on his legs before his hand gripped my jaw firmly.
My body trembled, swaying back and forth as Corbin’s fingers worked me open with every shove into me.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Harlow,” Bale said while his hand continued to glide at an even pace over his steely member.
“Tonight, I’m going to have you choking on my dick while I fuck your throat raw.
Then, tomorrow? When you’re running between my rows, I will find you and fuck you with every inch of me in my scarecrow form.
That sassy mouth of yours will be screaming for me as I split you open. ”
With eyes wide at Bale’s stated intentions, I nearly came apart then and there. Panting heavily now as the familiar coiling deep in my core grew impossibly tighter, moans turned to screams.
“Please! Fuck, Corbin. Bale, fuck!” I pleaded, unsure if it was for everything they could give me or for mercy.
It didn’t matter the moment Bale guided his cock past my lips. My mouth wrapped around his girth, and cries of my pleasure vibrated against his throbbing flesh.
Bale’s fingers threaded through my raven locks, making sure they didn’t obstruct the view of my face as he sank every inch deeper into my mouth. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as the rounded head pushed against my gag reflex.
“Shit. You feel so good, kitten,” Bale groaned, his hands grabbing a tighter hold on my hair to a point where my scalp prickled in protest.
His hips pulled back until only my lips were wrapped around the head of his cock, then he thrust forward abruptly.
At the same time, Corbin added a third finger inside me.
My throat opened up from the scream that seemed to come from my soul itself, the tight passage of my throat convulsing around Bale’s dick as he bypassed my reflex.
Tears were freely leaking from my eyes, creating a filthy watercolor of mascara over my cheeks.
Corbin’s fingers were relentless, curling deep inside me to press against the spongy area that made me see stars.
Neither of them let up. Bale pulled back and rammed deeply into my mouth again, setting a rhythm filled with a feral need to claim this part of me.
Corbin’s grip on the makeshift restraint of the hoodie kept me under his complete control as his fingers continued to jut into me.
The more muffled noises I made, the more intense those three digits fucked me.
“Soak my hand, Harlow. Let me see how you love it when we both take care of you.” His voice was hoarse with dark desire, and the slight hitch of his breath suggested that his own control was slipping.
My whole body shook on the edge of ecstasy until it couldn’t hold itself together any longer. The press of Corbin’s thumb against the puckered rim of my ass was my undoing.
The two of them were the only things preventing me from free-falling to the ground. I was in a state of bonelessness while the walls of my cunt clamped down on Corbin’s fingers and fluttered wildly.
Bale was rutting hard into my mouth now. My nose bumped against his pelvis with each drive forward while saliva obscenely leaked over my chin.
For a split moment, my vision blanked. Nothing but the roar of my release overrode all my senses.
“Gods be damned, kitten. Y-you’ve got me hanging by a fucking thread here,” Bale rasped out as he continued to ravage my throat.
His struggle to get words out betrayed just how close he was. “Such a… good… cocksucker for me.”
Then, his hands clamped down on my head as he slammed forward one more time, and a rush of warm cum flooded my throat. I swallowed with considerable effort while desperately fighting for oxygen.
Behind me, Corbin’s fingers slowed their movements, easing me down from my orgasm.
Bale slid out of my mouth, his cock slick with bodily fluids. The tip of him bobbed against my swollen lips as I gulped in large lungfuls of air.
“Corbin, look how fucking pretty she looks right now.” His own words were a breathless struggle from exertion.
Bale’s hold on my head loosened but didn’t retreat fully. Instead, the pads of his fingers lightly massaged my scalp. Each tender circle his fingers rubbed eased the discomfort from where he had pulled on my hair, further relaxing my body.
I whimpered as Corbin slid his fingers out of me, making me feel a pang at the sensation of emptiness. But left behind was a satisfied soreness.
My body jerked when I felt him crouch down and press a light kiss to my sensitive pussy.
“Mmph, that… that was…” I didn’t even know. I couldn’t think past the pleasant fog that consumed me.
The hoodie loosened up around me, my arms freed from behind my back. An ache in both shoulders lingered, but given how fucking lost I was in the post-release endorphins, I hardly cared.
Bale was sure to support me, and Corbin gently pulled my pants back up into place with such care that it was a sharp contrast from their rough handling moments ago.
Once I was fully upright, Bale used the edge of his sleeve to clean off the mess left behind on my face.
The space between all three of us closed, each guy pressing their face to either side of my neck as we inhaled each other’s scents.
I had never felt more at home than I did right then and there.