Chapter 33 #2
With newfound confidence, Nicholas gently rests his hands on my hips, turning me to face the bed.
Our breaths are heavy, echoing through the room as he slides a hand up my back with the barest amount of pressure.
I lean over the bed, my hands braced on the sheets, then I arch my back, pushing my ass toward him.
A deep groan rumbles from his chest as he leans forward. His breath is hot against my shoulder as his hands glide up my spine, and when he reaches my neck, he pauses, pressing his thumbs into the base of my skull before gliding back down.
My breath hitches as one of his hands drifts between my legs. “God, you’re so wet.” He circles my entrance, one finger barely slipping in, then pulling back, his movements maddeningly slow. My hips push back against him, desperate for more, but he takes his time.
“Stop playing,” I pant out, turning my head to look at him, my eyes blazing with frustration and need. “I need your cock. Now.”
Nicholas chuckles, his lips brushing the back of my neck as he glides the head of his cock through my wetness. “So impatient.”
And then he pushes in.
I gasp, my fingers clenching the sheets as he stretches me, filling me inch by inch. He bottoms out, his hips flush against me, and we both pause, caught in the exquisite feeling.
I push back against him, a silent plea for more. He pulls out slowly, almost to the tip, then thrusts back in, making me moan, my head dropping forward as he sets a rhythm. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room—a wet, rhythmic slap that makes my core clench even tighter.
“Yes…” My breaths are deep and heavy with each thrust. “God, you fuck me so good.”
He groans, his hips snapping forward a little harder, my praise spurring him on. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting deep, the friction igniting every nerve in my body.
“I…” He gasps, his fingers digging into my hips, a tremor of desperation in his voice. “I can’t get enough of you.” He slams into me, grinding his hips and sinking impossibly deeper, bordering painfully, before he pulls back, only to repeat the motion once more.
“Then don’t,” I moan out, and I push back to meet his thrust, but the strain of standing on my tiptoes starts to burn through my legs, my weight sinking, pulling me down. I glance back over my shoulder.
Nicholas falters for a second but then reassures me, “I’ve got you.” Then he pulls out, guiding me down until we’re both kneeling on the floor.
Leaning forward, I brace my hands on the bed again, arching my back until I’m offering myself to him for the second time.
His hands glide over my ass, fingers splayed wide as he spreads me open and lines himself up, sinking in until he’s buried to the hilt once more.
A moan spills from my lips, long and broken.
God, he feels so fucking good.
“Move, Nico. Please.”
His grip tightens, and he pulls back before thrusting in again, hard. My body jolts forward, pleasure bursting behind my eyes while my fingers dig into the sheets, my body humming and my heart pounding. He’s so eager, so sweet, and his breathless whimpers only fuel the throbbing of my clit.
“That’s it.” I gasp, glancing over my shoulder at him. “So good.” His cheeks flush deeper, and he bites his lip, his hips snapping harder. I moan, my body arching into him. He’s close. I can feel it in his trembling thighs, in the way his grip tightens on my hips. “You’re such a good boy for me.”
“Such a good boy indeed,” a low voice purrs from the doorway.
Nicholas freezes behind me, his thrusts faltering as we both turn our heads. Koen leans casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, molten amber eyes blazing as they sweep over us.
He smirks, his voice a lazy drawl. “Don’t stop on my account.”
Holy shit, yes, please.
I turn my gaze back to Nicholas. “Please… don’t stop.”
His eyes flick between Koen’s and mine, his throat working around a swallow. He huffs a breath and resumes, his rhythm stuttering before he finds it again.
The flare of need in Koen’s eyes sharpens as he watches us for a few more moments before he steps into the room, letting the door click shut behind him. “Seems like I almost missed out on all the fun.”
“Never. I told you I want you both.” I groan when Nicholas’s hands flex on my hips. “Get over here.”
Koen doesn’t waste time, quickly peeling off his clothes as he approaches. My breath hitches as he stands in front of me, his body all sharp lines. He cups my chin, tilting my face up to his. “Color?”
“Green,” I rasp when Nicholas hits a particular sweet spot inside me.
The kiss Koen gives me is possessive, a blend of desire and restraint.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmurs against my lips, then he nips my bottom one. “Getting fucked by my best friend.”
I shiver at his words, my pussy clamping down, making Nicholas whimper, and his movements stutter again.
“She told you not to stop,” Koen teases, but there’s an undeniable command beneath it.
Nicholas exhales shakily, his grip on my hips tightening again as he resumes his rhythm, making Koen’s eyes flare with approval.
Koen’s fingers brush through my hair as he sits in front of me on the edge of the bed, my gaze focused on his cock.
My hand reaches for him instinctively, but he captures my wrist, holding it.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, threading his fingers through my hair with his free hand.
“But keep that pretty mouth open for me,” he commands, his voice rough as he pulls me up by my hair, the sting an added sensation that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Nico, why don’t you hold our girl here…” I watch as he dips his chin, gesturing to his hold, and I can’t help but whimper.
Nicholas wastes no time wrapping my hair in his firm grip as he slams into me, the force inching me closer to Koen, who releases me, tapping my chin, a reminder to keep my mouth open.
My breaths are heavy and ragged, and I don’t know what’s hotter—Nicholas taking some control or Koen being in charge of us both.
Nicholas’s thrusts grow deeper, his breath rough and fast, and a moan tumbles from my open mouth.
Koen’s eyes blaze with need as his hand slides to my chin, his thumb pressing down on my tongue.
The pressure is deliberate and dominant.
I close my lips around it, sucking gently, and a low groan rumbles from his chest, the sound sending another wave of heat through me.
“Slow down. Make her feel every inch.”
Did he just tell Nicholas how to fuck me?
God, I’m going to combust.
A tremor runs through me as Koen pulls his thumb from my mouth. I try to turn my head to look at Nicholas, but his grip tightens, pulling me back and making me cry out.
“I—” he starts, but Koen interrupts him smoothly.
“Precious.” His thumb traces the line of my jaw. “Do you mind if I take control of your good boy for a little while?”
Fuck.
“Not at all,” I purr, my breath catching at the idea. “Do you mind, sweetheart?”
“I’d say by the way his cheeks are flushed, he doesn’t mind,” Koen assures me.
“Koen telling me what to do is nothing new.” His thrusts slow to a stop as he grinds into me. “As long as you’re not telling me to suck your cock.”
Oh. My. God.
Koen’s lips curl into a smirk as he glances down at me, the weight of his gaze pinning me in place.
“Don’t worry. That’s her job.” Koen’s fingers grip my chin, holding my head with a gentle but firm hold.
His cock is right in front of me, hard and heavy, the tip flushed, and my mouth waters. “Open up for me, precious.”
I part my lips, my eyes locked onto him as he guides himself to my mouth, the heat of him brushing my lips before I take him in, the taste of salt, vanilla, and spices filling my senses.
“Good girl,” he groans out, his hips rocking forward slowly as his grip tightens.
Nicholas’s free hand finds my nipple, twisting and tugging, sending sparks up my spine. I can’t help but moan around Koen’s cock, the vibrations pulling a sharp intake of breath from him.
“That’s it,” Koen rasps. “Take me while he fucks you. God, you’re perfect.” The combined sensation of being filled and dominated leaves me dizzy with lust. Koen pushes a little deeper into my throat and breathily asks, “Color? Still green, precious?”
I’m choking on his dick, so all I can do is nod.
It feels fucking amazing.
And he can read it in my eyes.
“Perfect, let him feel how tight you are while you suck me off,” he murmurs, his gaze fixed on where Nicholas’s cock disappears inside me. “Fuck her harder now, Snickers.”
Nicholas groans, his breath coming in desperate pants as he follows Koen’s command. His hips slam into me, the friction exquisite. Each thrust pushes me forward, making me take more of Koen’s cock into my mouth.
“Fuck, Sweetness. You feel so fucking good.”
I moan around Koen’s length once more, the vibration making him hiss through his teeth. His thumb strokes my cheek, gentle despite the intensity in his eyes and the force of his thrusts as he fucks my face.
“Keep going, Nico,” Koen commands. “Make her feel it.”
Nicholas shudders, releasing my nipple and gripping my hip, his fingers digging into my skin as he adjusts his angle. He thrusts deeper, his cock grazing that perfect spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. My legs shake, the pressure building to an unbearable peak.
Koen’s grip loosens, guiding my head as he now thrusts shallowly into my mouth. “Look at you, taking everything we give you.”
Nicholas’s movements grow frantic. “I-I’m so close.”
“Not yet,” Koen snaps. “She needs to come first.”
Nicholas groans, his hands shaking as he pushes deeper, harder. He slides his hand from my hip, pressing firmly on my lower belly as the head of his cock glides over that spot, releasing a low groan. My vision blurs, the pleasure a white-hot pulse spreading through my veins.
Koen pulls back, his cock slipping from my mouth, and I cry out. He sinks to the floor, kneeling, his hand sliding to my throat, urging me upright. The pressure makes my head swim, a dizzy rush that leaves me trembling.
“Color?”
“Green,” I manage to rasp out.
Nicholas readjusts his hold. The tingles in my scalp, combined with Koen’s grip on my throat, leaves me dizzy. He grips my hips as Koen’s fingers drift down, finding my clit, stroking me with a firm rhythm. Behind me, Nicholas picks up the pace, his lips brushing my shoulder blade.
Koen’s grip on my throat tightens slightly, tilting my chin up until I’m caught in the molten intensity of his gaze. “Come for us, precious. Let go.”
The demand snaps the last thread holding me together. My body arches, pleasure detonating in molten waves as I shatter, a moan ripping from my chest as my walls clamp around Nicholas.
“Fuck, I can’t… I can’t hold it…” Nicholas gasps, his hips shaking as he teeters on the edge.
“Not yet,” Koen tells him again while his circles around my clit grow more languid, helping me down from the high.
Fuck.
Why does it feel like Koen is edging Nicholas?
And why is it so fucking hot?
“Stop,” Koen orders him. He releases my throat and stands, towering over me. “Get up.”
Nicholas pulls out, a broken moan escaping him as he obeys, the loss leaving me hollow. I turn, my legs trembling, and find them both standing before me. Koen’s eyes are smoldering with dominance, while Nicholas’s face is flushed with desperate need, their cocks merely inches from my face.
“Open your mouth,” Koen demands, and I do without hesitation, my lips parting, my tongue peeking out as I look up at them through heavy lashes while they pump their cocks.
“Fuck,” Nicholas groans again, a bead of sweat running down his temple. “I’m—”
“Hold. It.” Koen cuts him off with a growl. “You ready for us, precious?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, pushing out my tongue again.
“Then take it. All of it.”
Heat splashes onto my tongue, my lips, my chin, as both of them groan and come, painting me in hot streams. I moan at the sensation, the taste, the sight.
Holy-fucking-shit.
When they’re spent, their breaths ragged, Koen cups my chin, his thumb smearing their cum around my mouth.
With his gaze locked on mine, he continues to drag his thumb down my chin to my neck before pressing it to my lips and making me lick it up.
“You did so good for us,” he murmurs, his eyes softening, a hint of pride shining through.
Nicholas’s fingers trace my shoulder. “Fuck, you’re perfect and so fucking hot covered in us.”
My heart thunders in my chest while the taste of them lingers heavily on my tongue, but all I can think about is how I feel—claimed, cherished, and completely undone.
These men are ruining me.
And I never want it to stop.