Chapter 21 #2
Her eyes were liquid pools of night as she stared up at me. “What if I want you to?”
Fuck, she shouldn’t say things like that to me. Didn’t know how much I’d longed to hurt her. That urge had dulled recently, but I wasn’t a good enough man to turn her down if she was offering.
Behind her, AJ rose to his knees on the bed, his flawless cock, now covered by a condom, jutting from a dark thatch of hair, his body golden in the lambent light.
Saliva pooled in my mouth at the sight. He’d called Stella and me beautiful, but I’d watched him turn heads at every party we’d attended together, and I knew from the looks on people’s faces that it was less about how much he was worth and more about that pretty face of his was.
He stroked a hand up Stella’s back, and she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, practically purring. Then his fingers were wrapping in her long hair, and he was dragging her head back, tilting her mouth at the perfect angle to take my cock.
Our eyes met above her.
“At the same time?” he said.
I nodded, unable to speak, desperate to follow through on my previous threat and stuff her so full of me she couldn’t speak.
Her mouth popped open. I grabbed my shaft and used the head of my dick to paint her lips with precum.
In a flash, her tongue darted out, tasting me, and she closed her eyes and hummed with pleasure.
Behind her, AJ angled his own cock lower, hips barely pressing forward, his eyes staring straight between the two of them.
Fuck, what I would give for a mirror on the ceiling to see what he did.
“Goddamn, you’re tight, Stella,” he said, brows drawing together in concentration.
She couldn’t answer him, because I’d shifted my hips forward just enough to feed the head of my dick into her mouth, and she was too busy circling her tongue around it.
“Here,” AJ said, indicating her hair.
I took it from him, twirling my hand once to wrap it around my wrist and pull her head back even farther, elongating that pretty neck, straightening her esophagus to make it easier for me to slide into it.
AJ gripped both of her hips, working his way deeper, and the sight nearly undid me.
His abs contracted, forearms flexed, jaw clenched like he was barely holding back the urge to pound into her pussy.
The thought that even after coming as hard as she had, Stella was still tight enough that she needed to be coaxed made my pulse pound.
Because now all I could think about was how it might feel fucking into her before she was ready to take me. Not that I hadn’t already imagined it.
I dropped my gaze back to her mouth. I wasn’t the gentleman that AJ was, and Stella had made it damn clear what she wanted from me, so I was going to give it to her.
Fisting her hair, I held her steady, dropping my other hand to my shaft and lowering it before thrusting forward, shoving my cock to the back of her throat. She choked, and I eased off, but not much.
“Suck,” I told her.
She did what I said, hollowing her cheeks, wet heat tightening around me, a pulling motion easing my next thrust forward. Another peek up at AJ showed him watching me with a hungry look on his face. We met each other’s eyes and then thrust our hips forward at the same time.
Stella made a sound torn between a moan and a cough, but she wasn’t giving me any indicator that she needed a break, so I didn’t give her one.
Instead I thrust again, harder, deeper, forcing the head of my dick into her throat.
It was such a tight squeeze that I risked actually choking her, so I slid back out.
Her nostrils flared as she sucked in a breath.
It was all the reprieve I’d give her. My next thrust was deeper, and she choked again, tears starting to leak from her eyes. The sight was mesmerizing.
“God, I missed this pussy,” AJ said, matching my rhythm, pushing into her with smooth, slow strokes.
Stella made a keening noise that vibrated through my dick, and then she was balancing on one arm, her other hand shoved between her legs as she played with her clit.
Her back arched, angling her hips to take AJ deeper.
He picked up speed, and so did I, working her harder, fucking into her throat like AJ was fucking into her cunt.
Her face reddened, eyes squeezed shut, mascara leaking down her cheeks as she alternated between moaning and choking and gagging.
I watched my cock piston in and out of her swelling lips, knowing her throat would hurt after this, loving the fact that I was finally getting my chance to ruin her like I’d wanted to since that very first night in the tattoo parlor.
I dropped my free hand to my balls, tugging and rolling them, my gaze shifting between what I was doing to Stella, and what AJ was.
“I’m gonna come,” he said. “Stella, baby, you’re going to make me come so fucking hard.”
He frowned, face flushing, chest heaving, eyes laser focused on where he pounded into her. I heard his balls slapping against her skin, the sucking sounds of my dick thrusting in and out of her mouth, the even wetter sounds coming from her pussy, and oh, god, I was going to come, too.
Pressure built at the base of my spine. My dick stiffened, growing even larger inside her.
I let go of my balls and grabbed the back of her head, thrusting deep, stars exploding across my vision as I came.
Stella gagged and swallowed, the feel of her throat contracting around me prolonging my release.
Cum leaked from the seal of her lips, and tears streaked down her cheeks, even as a low moan hit my ears.
She looked completely wrecked as I eased out of her, collapsing backward, shaking from how hard I’d come.
“Fuck me harder,” she begged, her voice ragged and raw.
Her eyes flashed open, red from what I’d done to her, and then she clamped her hand onto my thigh to brace herself up, nails biting deep as she thrust backward onto AJ’s cock.
From this angle, I could see everything.
Her tits swaying, her other hand working furiously between her legs, AJ’s thighs bunching as he slammed into her.
“Yes, oh, god, yes,” she panted, her eyes clenching shut, lips lifting into a blissed-out smile, a fresh wave of pink darkening her delicate skin.
“Stella! Fuck!” AJ yelled.
They came, together, and I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
Stella collapsed forward onto me afterward, her chest heaving, skin clammy with sweat. I brushed her tangled hair from her face and wrapped my arms around her, whispering words of affirmation in her ear, telling her how well she’d taken me, how beautiful she’d looked gagging on my cock.
AJ dropped the condom in the trash bin next to the bed and cozied up on her other side. She reached back to draw him closer. His arms slid over her waist and then mine, clasping behind my back, pulling us all together.
I lifted my eyes to the ceiling, my head spinning.
What the fuck had we just done?
And why was I so desperate to do it again?