Chapter 62 #3
It’s obvious how much this means to him. Painfully clear just from the worship in his expression how much he loves me.
“Fecking perfect,” he says when I start to squirm. “That’s it, Kyrie. Bounce on my cock.”
I shift my weight, using my grip on his shoulders to lift myself again. My thighs are burning, my pussy weeping as that heavy ring rubs and teases my insides.
His lips caress my throat, distracting me as a second pair of hands strokes my back. My connection to Lambert sparks, letting me know without looking who’s behind me as he reaches for the plug again. He pulls it out, then lets it sink back in.
The dual stimulation makes me tense, then shudder as I grow accustomed to it. I’ve stopped moving, but neither of them comments on it.
Leo reaches out and frees my lip from where I’ve started to worry it.
“Relax,” he orders. “Let him get you ready.”
I’m beginning to doubt my ability to do this. That plug was wide, but Lambert is bigger. When the thickest part of the steel toy pops free, I whimper.
“Boss?” Lambert checks. “Still okay?”
I sigh against Leo’s mouth. “Nervous, but don’t stop.”
“We’re going to make you feel so good,” Lambert promises, as his brother leans back until he’s lying on the mattress, gripping my ass. “And we’ll go slow.”
The head of him replaces the plug, hot and covered in plenty of lube, then he slowly forges into the tight space.
“Stars,” I moan.
Leo releases my ass, his hand worming its way between our bodies to find my clit. He pinches it hard, setting off a whirlwind of sensation that has me jerking away, which only impales me onto Lambert’s dick. The pressure on my clit eases, only for Leo to flick it. Sharply.
“Ahh!”
He captures my scream with his mouth, touch turning gentle as he rubs the impact away.
“Magic,” Lambert curses as he finally bottoms out. “I’m not going to last long if she keeps doing that.”
“You and me both,” Leo mutters, fingers still tormenting my clit.
My brain can’t seem to understand how his rough touches are both painful and pleasurable. My pussy gushes, demanding more.
I shift between them. They let me, content to allow me to experiment with the incredible fullness that comes from being sandwiched between them like this. Once I’m moving more eagerly, my moans growing in volume, they exchange a look.
Lambert slides out of my body, then forges in just as Leo pulls out.
Oh, fuck.
My orgasm swells with each thrust. My eyelids fall shut, only to fly open when long pianist’s fingers grip my chin, moving me towards—
Pierce. Pierce is here, naked and dripping pre-cum as he guides my face towards his dick.
“You’re not waiting your turn,” Lambert pants.
The Carlton heir raises a brow. “Then you should’ve put on less of a show. Suck me, darling.”
Three? My mouth drops open with an overwhelmed whimper, but he takes it as an invitation. The salty-sweet taste of him invades my senses, and he groans as Leo flicks my clit again, making me cry out around his length.
It’s without a doubt the sloppiest, worst blowjob I’ve ever given. My focus is so splintered by the cocks pistoning in and out of my body that I can’t really do more than tremble and buck and writhe as they use me to chase their own pleasure.
Pierce doesn’t complain. His grey eyes rove over the three of us, lingering on the way Lambert is thrusting in and out of my ass. With one hand, I reach up to cup his balls, and his hips rock forward, sending even more of him down my throat.
“Swallow,” Leo orders, following the command with a heavy spank to my outer thigh.
It takes work to get my muscles to do as he asks. I’m so close to my own peak. When I manage to make my throat contract, Pierce curses. His hand falls to my hair, stroking the side of my face as he draws out, letting me breathe, then plunges back in.
Leo returns to playing with my clit, his strokes becoming firmer, more desperate. I’m wrapped in them, pleasure firing from so many directions I can’t keep track of them all.
My nerves are ablaze, and they turn oversensitive as I come again with a cry.
Pierce fills my mouth a second later. I lap up the last drops of his release, and beneath me, Leo groans as his dick jerks inside me, following the two of us over the edge.
Lambert is still going, still pumping, fucking me onto his brother’s chest as Pierce backs away, pressing a kiss to my head.
“Come for me,” I pant, reaching back to grip the hair at the base of his neck. “Good boy. Let go.”
“Kyrith,” Lambert groans as his thrusts pick up speed, then falter, his orgasm hitting him last as he finishes inside my still-clenching ass. “Stars, we need to do that again.”
“Let her get her breath back first,” Jasper says, smirking.
I flop fully against Leo’s chest as his brother gently withdraws.
“It doesn’t look like she can manage all six of us,” North comments, approaching the bed with Dakari at his side.
I lift my head, glaring at him. “If you’ve got performance anxiety, just say that.”
Lambert snorts, but the gold fire in North’s eyes promises revenge, and I grin happily back.