Chapter 48 #3
Her entire body spasms as she falls apart between us. Nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared me for the way her ass clenches and spasms around my cock as she rides out her orgasm.
“Holy fucking—” I curse as I fall into her spine, my forehead resting between her shoulder blades as I try my best to stave off my own impending orgasm.
Collins has other plans, though, because the fucking minx below me rotates her hips, and the fucking micro-movement forces me to explode far, far before I’m ready. My orgasm rips through my body, and I think my world goes white for a moment without my hips so much as thrusting inside of her.
The fuck?!
“You.” I kiss her spine. “Are.” I nip at her shoulder. “A very bad girl, Stardust.” She has the nerve to fucking giggle at my premature misfortune.
She whimpers as I pull my softening cock from her ass, the sight of my cum leaking from her has my cock trying its best to perk up again so soon. Using my fingers, I push every bit of my release back inside of her. Slumping to the side, I lock eyes with Riley.
“Fuck her hard, baby.” I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip. “I’m still fucking starving.”
Riley flips them, and Collins squeaks in surprise, but it quickly turns into a crying moan before her back even hits the bed.
My boy doesn’t stutter his movements as he grips her hips and sets a punishing pace, fucking her pussy hard enough that I know she’ll have pretty little bruises decorating the innermost parts of her thighs.
Her scars have settled into a shiny white shade, barely visible.
She pays no mind to her shoulder most days, though I do catch her staring at it in the mirror at times when she’s getting ready for the day.
She’ll cover it up one day, and I’ll be there to watch whatever she chooses come to life on her skin.
Riley’s tattooed hands roam her body, one hand gripping a handful of the flesh at her hips as the other tangles in her hair, tugging until she arches her back for him.
Watching the two of them together is easily my favorite hobby.
Busting out the cuck chair is easily one of my top choices when it comes to the two of them.
There’s something about being forced to simply watch that drives me to the brink of the most delicious insanity.
Make no mistake, Riley may be as sweet as they come, but he’s as big a freak in bed as Collins.
He just had it hidden deep down where not even he could find it for the longest time.
Cutting all ties, blocking his cunty mother, and overcoming his fear of not being enough really did wonders for him in every aspect of his life.
He and Collins are similar in their sexuality, and when their switches flip at the same damn time? Fucking sparks. Enough heat spiraling between them to set this house ablaze.
And that’s precisely what they’re doing right now. It’s like they’re feeding off of each other’s lust, and it’s building and building into an uncontrollable crescendo.
My cock is now fully erect against my belly again, the head dripping and leaking a pool of precum into the dip of my abs.
Gripping my hard length, I stroke it, matching the pace that Riley’s set, eager to come again at the same time they do.
“Fuck, Riley, baby, don’t stop, I—” Collins cries, lifting her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. “I’m going to co— fuuuuck.”
Pushing myself to stand, I take the two steps to get to Riley, putting my cock at eye level for him. His dark eyes snap to me, watching me hungrily as I stroke myself a little faster, harder.
I’m not about to come in his mouth, having not properly washed myself before jerking off again, but I do want my cum all over him, coaing his pretty little freckles with my release.
Gripping his hair with one hand, I tip his head back farther. His movements falter for only a second before he finds his rhythm again.
“I’m gonna fucking paint you with me, while you fill her,” I growl, feeling my orgasm coiling tighter at the base of my spine. He moans, his parted lips allowing the sound to fill the room. “You gonna come for me, Riley Benjamin?”
“Fuck, yes,” He says, pounding into Collins a little harder. Her cries are thick with lust as she grapples for purchase against his biceps. Her chest is flushed, and I watch as her body tenses, a third, powerful orgasm slams into her.
Her entire body vibrates and writhes beneath Riley as his motions grow jerky, and he comes with a cry, his lids fluttering shut for a moment.
“Look at me,” I bark out unintentionally, desperate to have his eyes on me.
The moment those obsidian irises find me, I fucking fall apart for a second time. My release hits me fast and hard, and I pant through every white sticky rope of cum that coats Riley’s neck and chest.
He gasps, and the sound is like a damned siren call that will forever be ingrained into my brain for the rest of my days.
Before Ri can collapse, I drop to my knees in front of him and slam my lips to his, kissing him hard, all lips and teeth and tongue.
He groans into my mouth as Collins wiggles against him.
Breaking the kiss, we turn our attention to the pretty little mess beneath Riley.
His softening cock slowly falls from her pussy, and she releases a contented sigh, her body thoroughly exhausted.
I can tell they’re both ready to clean up and rest for the remainder of the night, but of course, I’m not quite finished yet.
Riley flops down next to Collins, his cock glistening with her release.
I know just how sensitive the dick can be right after an orgasm, but I told him that I’m fucking starving, and I intend to get my meal.
Lying on my stomach, I settle between Riley’s thighs and slowly run my tongue along the bottom side of his shaft.
His abs flex, and he whimpers, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Too fucking sensitive, baby,” he mumbles sleepily, turning his face into the pillow to fight off the continued torture. I give him one last suck at the crown of his cock, moaning around him because the taste of him and Collins combined is fucking divine.
I shuffle over until I’ve got my shoulders wedged between Collins’ thighs and waste no time in cleaning her swollen, sated pussy with my tongue. She twitches, her body sleepily undulating. She barely squeaks as I give her clit one last gentle suck.
The two of them look like they’re seconds from falling asleep when I settle back onto my haunches. Before either of them can doze, I pull them up and into the shower.
The three of us take turns washing and drying one another. Collins has me help to wrap the scar on her shoulder—something she does nightly to minimize puckering and promote elasticity.
Back in bed with clean, dry sheets, I settle in the middle with Riley on my right and Collins draped across my chest. I feel his lips brush against my jaw, so I turn to meet his fading, sleepy gaze. He just smiles at me, and the sight of it makes my heart do this flippy thing in my chest.
He sighs, closing his eyes. “I love you.”
It does the flopping thing again. It does it every time he and Collins utter those words to me.
Knowing he’s speaking to both of us at the same time, we whisper, “I love you, too.”
I fall asleep counting each of their freckles in the moonlight, excited and ready for this new tour. Collins agreed to perform for us again, and Riley is more than ready to get back on stage. The world seems excited to see us again, and I’ll get to love my partners out loud.
What could be better than this?