61 Christian #2
“Baby, what do you want?” Ryan says, pressing kisses to her neck, his fingers still playing with her clit.
“Both of you,” she pants, writhing in my arms, on my cock, “inside me. Now!”
She almost yells that last part, and it's kind of adorable. So far, only Jamie and I have fucked her at the same time. It’s been comfortable, seeing as we are both more than comfortable around each other’s dicks and whatnot. But I don’t care, if she wants it, I’m down for it with Ryan.
I cast him a glance, a bit of a question in my eyes, seeing if he’s okay with this. He gives me the barest of nods, and it’s all the agreement I need.
“Lube in the drawer,” I say, sort of pulling her out of his arms and back fully into mine. Ryan nods, then steps to the nightstand, pulling out the lube.
“Are you a happy girl?” I ask her, rocking her on my dick as Ryan opens the lube. “Happy with two of your men worshipping your sexy little body?”
She furiously nods and whimpers.
Ryan closes the distance between us and I can tell the minute he starts to play with her ass. She jerks a little, then moans. I hold her still while he plays with her, relaxing her.
“Frankie, god, your ass is so tight,” he says. We all stay like that for a moment- me holding her, Ryan stretching her and Frankie blissed out and moaning almost nonstop.
“Do you want to get on the bed or-” Ryan asks but she interrupts him.
“In your arms-” she says, her head thrown back against him now, “I want you both to fuck me in your arms.”
I raise an eyebrow at Ryan, but he seems up to the challenge.
She starts to pant, to whine around his fingers. “Are you ready, baby?” he asks and she lets out a sort of groaning assent.
“Come here, love,” I say, pulling her weight back against me, moving my hands around to cup and spread her ass cheeks. Ryan steps close and presses kisses to her back as he lubes his dick up.
“Oh god, Ryan,” she says as he starts to fill her. I can feel him as he slowly enters her. At this angle, our dicks are rubbing directly against each other, only a thin membrane separating us, and it’s immediately intense.
“Fuck, baby,” he says. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open, and she’s just sort of still in my arms. I’m not moving, making Ryan’s entrance as easy as I can on her.
We’ve done anal enough that it isn’t a big struggle, but it’s still almost impossibly tight, and when Ryan finally stops pressing in, we all let out several deep breaths without moving.
Then she looks at me, that same feral grin on her face. “You’ve filled me up. Now fuck me.”
I just blink for a second, wondering where the hell this sex kitten came from. Apparently, a few shots of booze and she’s a kinky little minx.
Her legs flex around me and her back bows as Ryan starts to fuck her, slowly. I’m barely moving, and already feel like I’m about to lose it.
“Fuck, yes- oh my god, I need you- I need you to move-” she pants.
I begin to slowly withdraw and thrust in sync with Ryan, countering his thrusts by pulling out and then back in when he pulls back.
It’s not hard and fast, rather we are fucking her at a steady, constant pace.
In an out, back and forth, almost slow enough to be torture.
It’s obviously driving her crazy. Her words have morphed into run-on nonsense sounds.
She drops her head against my neck and it changes the angle a bit and it’s too much.
“Fuck, Ry-”
“Me too-” he pants out in response.
“Love, I’m gonna need you to come on our cocks right now, okay? Can you do that, you perfect fucking girl?”
I speed up my movements just a touch and it’s enough.
Her legs straighten as her body tenses as her pussy clamps around me, pulsing and throbbing.
It’s too much- too much heat, too tight- and I can’t hold back my own orgasm.
I pull her flush against me and I spill into her, calling out her name, right as I hear Ryan groaning his release.
For a moment, time feels frozen.
Then Ryan says, “Well, that was something.”
She sighs, her chest still heaving with huge breaths.
She wiggles a bit. “Let me down.”
Ryan pulls out first, stepping back slightly and then I set her down. My arms and legs are shaky, part from the exertion of holding her through that and partially because I think my soul left my body during that.
She giggles, and it’s a sweet noise at odds with the incredibly filthy hot scene that just happened.
“That was fun,” she says, blushing a bit.
“Baby, you are incredible,” Ryan says, tugging her towards the bathroom.
~
Later, after we’ve showered and eaten, we crawl back into bed together, wrapping her up between us.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, her voice small, a little fragile. “For helping me smile. Feel alive. Forget… just for a minute.”
Ryan leans over, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. “Thank you for reminding us to find joy- even in the hard times. It’s easy to forget, especially when everything feels like this.” He pauses. “But without joy… what’s the point?”
“Well,” I say, huffing a quiet laugh, “leave it to the English teacher to make double penetration sound poetic.”
She let’s out a soft laugh and curls tighter against my chest.