Chapter 24 #3
The pressure builds inside me, a tight coil of pleasure that threatens to snap at any moment.
Grey’s fingers move faster, his tongue working relentlessly, while Oliver’s fingers add just the right amount of pressure to send me over the edge.
I tremble and gasp for air as my orgasm crashes over me, my body clenching around Grey’s fingers, my heart pounding in my chest. The aftershocks subside, but Grey continues to lap at me, drawing out my pleasure until I can’t take it anymore.
I release Misha and reach for Grey, pulling him up to kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his lips, a flavor that makes me blush.
He pulls me onto his lap, his hands firm on my waist, and when I meet his gaze, I see nothing but love and need reflecting back at me.
“You’re ours, Amelia,” he murmurs as he pulls my askew glasses from my face and leans backward to put them on the side table with one hand, making me fall forward on him more.
When he turns to grin at me, I respond with a desperate kiss, letting him know that I am completely and utterly theirs.
Grey breaks the kiss, and I’m still riding the high of my orgasm when Misha pulls me off him, his hands firm yet gentle on my waist. “My turn, Bug,” he says with a wicked grin that sends a thrill of excitement through me.
He positions me on the couch, my front against the back, and my knees sinking into the soft cushions, forcing me to grip the back for support.
Misha steps in behind me, the heat of his body radiating against my skin.
His hands roam over my hips and ass, and I wiggle under his touch, eliciting a low chuckle from him.
“Stay still, naughty girl,” he teases, but his words are heavy with need. “Or I might think you’re trying to tempt me.”
I glance over my shoulder at him, my eyes wide with feigned innocence. “Who, me?”
Misha just shakes his head, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re something else, Bug.”
Any thoughts of playfulness vanish when he presses into me, his cock filling me completely. He starts to move, each thrust measured and deep, hitting a spot that sends waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Misha groans, his fingers digging into my hips as he sets a punishing rhythm. “So tight, so perfect.”
I moan in response, the sensation of him inside me overwhelming as another orgasm builds, a slow burn that grows more intense with each passing second.
Misha leans over, his lips brushing against my ear. “You like that, don’t you?” he whispers roughly. “You like being fucked by me while they watch.”
I turn and see Oliver and Grey standing next to Misha, both their gazes fixed on where we’re joined. The sight ignites something within me, and I can’t help but grip the couch harder and push back against Misha, matching his rhythm, chasing the release that I know is just within reach.
“Yes…” I whimper as Misha’s fingers expertly strum my clit. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I arch into his touch, desperate for more.
He rewards me with a deep thrust, grinding against me, and I cry out, the sound echoing off the room’s walls. “That’s my girl. Take my cock,” he grits out.
His hand never stops its sweet torment, rubbing my already sensitive clit with just the right pressure to send me spiraling over the edge once again.
Another orgasm rips through me, intense and all-consuming, my vision blurring as waves of ecstasy crash over me.
I clamp down on Misha’s cock, the intensity of my climax drawing him deeper, and he groans out his own release, his body shuddering against mine.
Misha stays buried within me for several long moments, both of us panting as we come down from the high. When he finally pulls out, I feel the absence, a shiver running through me at the sudden emptiness.
Resting my cheek on the back of the couch, I watch as Misha stands beside Grey, his smile wide. “Having her grip your cock like a fist when she comes is the best feeling ever,” he says, his desire still lingering.
Oliver looks at him with curiosity, a hint of pink coloring his ears. “Is it?” he asks hesitantly.
Misha looks at me, then back at Oliver. “Oh, didn’t you make her come on your cock yet?” he teases.
Oliver’s ears turn a darker shade of red, but I cut in before he can respond. “No, he made me come while I was sitting on his face,” I say firmly, feeling protective of Oliver and his first time. I don’t want him to feel embarrassed or pressured.
Misha lets out a low whistle, his grin widening. “Quiet waters run deep, it seems. Come on, Ollie, sit down. We’re gonna rectify that.”
“Misha,” I chide, breathy from the remnants of pleasure still coursing through me.
“No, I want that, please,” Oliver says, softly. “What… what do I do?”
Misha takes charge, guiding me with a gentle hand on my waist. “Sit on Oliver’s lap, with your back to his chest.”
Following his instructions, I straddle Oliver’s lap as he positions himself beneath me. His hands grip my hips, steadying me as I reach down to guide his cock to my entrance. I’m slick with Misha’s cum, and the sensation of Oliver’s thick length pressing against me makes me moan.
“That’s it, Bug,” Misha encourages, his eyes dark with desire as he watches us. “Fuck her from beneath, Ollie.”
Oliver’s hands tighten on my hips, and he thrusts upward, filling me completely. I gasp at the sudden fullness, my head falling back against his shoulder as he groans.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
Grey stands next to Misha and watches with intense eyes, his breathing heavy and labored. He groans softly, a low rumble that resonates with every thrust of Oliver’s cock.
Misha kneels before the couch, his face level with my pussy. “And I’m going to…” he says, trailing off as he leans in and drags his tongue over my sensitive flesh. I shudder at the sensation of Oliver’s cock inside me and Misha’s mouth on my clit.
Holy shit.
“You feel so good,” Oliver whispers, his lips brushing against my ear as he continues to thrust into me.
“Can we do this all night?” I ask, the words tumbling from my lips in a breathless plea, making Misha chuckle against me.
Grey’s gaze follows the movements of Misha’s mouth on my clit, his own body tensing with every sound I make. He leans in closer, his breath hot next to my ear as he murmurs, “You look incredible, Amelia.”
I rock my hips, matching Oliver’s pace, while Misha’s hand slides over my thigh, his fingers tracing a teasing path upward until they reach the apex of my thighs. His touch is gentle at first, just a soft pressure, but then one of his fingers begins to push inside me alongside Oliver’s cock.
I gasp at the unexpected intrusion and reach out to grab Grey’s forearm, my body tensing for a moment before relaxing into them. The feeling of being filled so completely is almost too much to handle.
“Do you like that, Amelia?” Misha murmurs as his finger moves inside me. “Do you like having us both inside you?”
I can’t form words, so I just nod, my breaths coming out in short, desperate gasps. The feeling of Misha’s finger next to Oliver’s cock is intense.
Holy fucking shit.
Misha groans, his finger moving in time with Oliver’s thrusts. “One day, I wanna fuck you at the same time as Oliver. Or maybe Grey. Imagine that, Amelia. Two of us inside you at once, filling you up, making you scream our names.
The mere thought of it sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I clench around both Misha’s finger and Oliver’s cock. Both of them groan in response, and Oliver’s cock twitches inside me.
“Fuck, Misha,” Oliver grunts, his hips stuttering beneath me as he struggles to maintain control. “This feels too good.”
Misha chuckles, the sound vibrating against my sensitive skin. “I bet it does,” he says before he lowers his head between my legs once again. His tongue flicks against my clit, even as his finger continues to move inside me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Grey sits down beside me, his gaze intense as he reaches out to grip my hair, twisting it around his fist. “You’re such a good girl for all three of us,” he praises. “You came for Misha and me, and now you have to come one more time for Oliver.”
His words send a jolt of desire straight through me, and when he twists my nipple between his fingers, I cry out. Misha’s tongue is relentless, lapping at my clit while Oliver’s thrusts grow more urgent, more demanding.
“Don’t you want to let him feel how your tight cunt clamps down on him?” Grey teases, his words stirring something deep within me.
The pressure is building once again, a tide of pleasure that threatens to sweep me away. Oliver’s fingers dig into my hips, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own release.
Just when my orgasm crashes over me, Misha pulls out his finger, and I clamp down on Oliver’s cock. He curses under his breath, his body shuddering against mine as he finds his release, pulsing inside me as we ride out the storm together.
I collapse against Oliver, my body boneless and sated. Grey releases my hair, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before he stands again as Misha sits back on his heels, a satisfied grin on his face before he wipes his forearm over his mouth.
“That was…” I trail off, unable to find the words to describe the intensity of what we’ve just shared.
“… incredible,” Grey finishes for me.
“Mind-blowing,” Oliver adds, his arms tightening around me.
“Perfect,” Misha concludes, his eyes meeting mine with a warmth that takes my breath away.
I rise from Oliver’s lap, gasping at the loss of him, my body still humming. I feel powerful, desired, and cherished. But as I glance at Grey, desire still burns in his eyes, an unmet need that calls to me.
On shaky legs, I move to stand in front of him, my gaze raking over him.
His dark blond hair is tousled, his breathing heavy, and there’s a hunger in his eyes that makes my heart race with anticipation.
I drop to my knees, my hands running up the front of his thighs, one reaching out to stroke his cock, which is still eager and wanting.
I grip him at the base just as Oliver’s cum runs down the inside of my leg, making me shiver.
God, this is all so dirty but so damn good.
“What are you doing, baby?” Grey’s need is unmistakable in the way he watches me.
I look up at him, my eyes locking with his. “I’m not done,” I say, determination coursing through me. “As long as you’re not done, I’m not done.”
Grey shakes his head, a soft smile playing on his lips. “You don’t have to do this,” he assures gently. “Watching you with them was amazing enough.”
I smile back, my fingers still exploring. “I want to.” My touch becomes more purposeful. “I want to taste you, Grey. I want to be the reason you come undone.”
A low groan escapes him, his fingers threading through my hair, guiding me closer. I part my lips, taking him in, savoring the sensation of his silky skin against my tongue.
I begin to move, and Grey’s grip on my hair tightens, his breath catching.
His eyes lock onto me, filled with awe and desire.
“Fuck, Amelia,” he mutters, his need evident.
“Your mouth feels so good.” I continue to bob my head, my hands gripping his thighs for balance as I take him deeper, my eyes never leaving his.
Grey’s reactions spur me on, his soft gasps and moans fueling my desire to please him, to show him just how much he means to me.
“You’re incredible,” Grey says with admiration. “You know that?”
My chest swells with pride at his words, igniting a new need. The need to show him how much he means to me, how much I want to do this. Swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, I savor the salty pre-cum that beads at the tip.
“Look at you, sucking my cock so eagerly,” Grey says huskily. I feel a sense of empowerment, a renewed sense of purpose as I continue to pleasure him. Grey’s breathing grows ragged, his body tensing as he nears his release. “I’m close, baby,” he warns, his voice strained. “I want to mark you.”
Keeping my gaze locked with his, I silently encourage him to let go, to give in to the pleasure that I know is coursing through his veins. But then he pulls out of my mouth, and his hot, sticky come spurts onto my chest as he moans out my name.
I sit back on my heels, my body flushed with satisfaction as Grey struggles to catch his breath. His eyes are dark with desire as he looks down at me, at the mess he made of me.
“Jesus, Amelia,” he whispers in awe before reaching down to help me to my feet and pulling me into his arms. Holding me close despite his cum on me, he presses a soft kiss to the top of my head. “All ours.”