2. Violet #5
“Oh God,” I moaned so loud I was sure people outside would hear. I knew there had to be peep holes in the door or maybe these mirrors were two-way. I somehow doubted that even a door in a club like this meant anything other than the illusion of privacy.
But I didn’t care. I had already come once, so I was loose and pliable in their arms. They touched me everywhere, and Whip gave a shout of pleasure from beneath me.
When I looked over in the mirror, the reflection told me Levi was licking him from beneath the chair.
“I need to come,” I moaned.
“Not yet,” X murmured, slowing the pace, pinching my nipple and sending a jolt of pleasure-pain to the top half of my body, which momentarily distracted me from the sensation between my legs. His fingers rose up my throat, until his fingers wrapped around it.
He stared down at me with none of the fear he’d once had when he’d done this. Now, he looked at me only with love and admiration.
And I stared back at him with full trust, knowing he would never hurt me.
Other people, sure. He could snap a neck in seconds when he wanted to.
But never mine.
I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and stared up at him, begging him with my eyes.
He squeezed.
The breathless feeling spun my head. It quickly turned into a pleasure so thick it rivaled the one between my legs.
I gasped, getting in just enough air, but X never let the head rush stop.
He fucked me slowly while he choked me, both of us staring at each other, never breaking eye contact, so he knew I was okay the entire time.
My orgasm built with each squeeze of my throat, each thrust of their cocks, each rub of my fingers that had somehow found my clit between all of it.
I closed my eyes, felt all of it, and then let it go.
The orgasm rushed in, deep and powerful, making the first seem like it had barely touched the edges. This one roared, taking control of every limb, every cell, every breath.
At some point, X let me breathe again and it all swirled around my body, a chaos of feeling, a pleasure I had come to expect from the three of them. Whip came with a shout from beneath me, the combination of my orgasm and Levi working him from beneath too much to hold on to any longer.
X gripped the backs of my thighs, and then slid his hands down to my calves, wrapping my legs around his waist. I linked my ankles behind him and wasn’t even surprised when he lifted me off of Whip. They had all proven many times that my weight was never a factor in them picking me up.
X liked to send me videos of himself at the gym, reminding me he could easily bench press more than I could ever dream of weighing.
Though I doubted any of them would be able to once I had a full-grown baby bump in the way.
So I wrapped my arms and legs around him and enjoyed the feel of him walking me back against the mirrors. I gave a soft yelp when they were cold at my back, but I quickly adjusted, X’s body heat enough to keep me warm as he slowly thrust into me.
Whip’s cum leaked from inside me, but I liked it. Liked knowing he’d been there, and that I could still feel the pleasant ache he’d left behind.
Levi had propped himself up on the floor, his back resting against the throne, his gaze fixed on me and X, while he stroked his dick.
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he looked up at Whip, and then asked for what he wanted.
“Want your ass. You were so fucking ready for me when you were sitting in that chair.”
Whip groaned, and got down on his knees. His erection was fading after coming inside me, so he was all about Levi pushing him over onto all fours and gripping his hips. He dripped spit between Whip’s cheeks and then pushed inside him, taking him from behind.
Whip groaned, pushing back against him.
They found a rhythm, the push-pull of their attraction always such a turn-on for me.
I loved watching them together. Loved watching their muscles move, and their tongues and hands and fingers and cocks finding each other over and over again.
When both their gazes landed on me and then held, a new ripple of need filled me. X’s hips thrust against mine, harder and harder, and I fought to maintain eye contact when I was already so well fucked I was ready to drift off into blissful oblivion.
Each thrust forced an “Oh!” from my lips, joining X’s moans, and the slap of Whip and Levi’s joining.
I came again, my body a complete mess of feeling and sensation, and X shouted my name as my body pulsed around him so tight it forced his orgasm as well.
Levi joined in, falling over the edge with Whip, their pants matching mine.
Sweat dripped from my skin, mixing with their cum and my arousal.
I held X tight, fingernails in his back, knowing he loved it and would never complain I was hurting him.
He kissed me, and slowly I unhooked my ankles from his back, lowering my feet to the floor, though my legs were much too wobbly to stand.
I sank down against the mirrors, so well spent, and just closed my eyes, their lips kissing my skin, all of them whispering how well I’d done, how good I was, how beautiful and how I was theirs.
Always.