Chapter 49 #2
He starts to move—slow, deliberate strokes that drag against every nerve ending inside me. It’s not nearly enough. I whimper and try to push back, to force him deeper, faster, but his grip keeps me pinned in place.
“Chris, please—”
“Not yet.” He pulls almost all the way out—I clench around him, trying to keep him inside—then slides back in just as slowly. “You said you wanted to be used. That means you don’t get to rush this. We’ve been trapped in that house wanting you all this time too.”
Wyatt is watching us, from a crouch still, his hard cock jutting up from between his thighs. His eyes are fixed on Chris fucking me and he drops one hand to grip himself and idly stroke.
“Wyatt.” I almost whine. “Come here. Let me—I need to taste you.”
He rises, rests a knee on the sofa beside my head, and I reach for him, wrap my hand around his cock.
He’s hot and hard, the skin velvet-soft over steel, and a bead of precum smears against my palm as I guide him toward my mouth.
I take him in, tasting salt and musk, and moan around him when Chris snaps his hips forward unexpectedly, jolting me onto Wyatt’s cock.
“Fuck.” Wyatt threads his fingers through my hair. “Nina—”
I look up at him through my lashes, my lips stretched around his thickness, and take him deeper. Feel him hit the back of my throat. His fingers tighten in my hair, and heat floods through me. I want more of that. More of him losing the iron control he keeps on himself.
I pull off just long enough to say, “Stop holding back. You know I love when you let go.” I drag my tongue along the underside of his cock, base to tip, swirling around the head. “Let go.”
His expression shifts. Goes darker. The careful, cautious Wyatt retreating, something more primal taking his place.
“You want me to let go?”
“Yes.”
He fists my hair, tilting my head back until my throat is bared. “Open your mouth.”
I do. My jaw goes slack, lips parting, tongue out, saliva pooling already.
He pushes his cock past my lips, not gently this time, and starts fucking my face with deliberate strokes. His grip on my hair is just this side of painful, sharp tingles spreading across my scalp, and the sting of it only magnifies the pleasure already inflicted on me by Chris’s steady strokes.
“You wanted this?” His voice is rough, barely familiar—a Wyatt I’ve only glimpsed on a few rare occasions. “Wanted me to use your pretty mouth while he fucks you?” He thrusts deeper, making me gag, and doesn’t let up. “Take it, then. Take all of it.”
I moan around him, the vibration making him curse, and behind me Chris groans.
“Jesus, Wyatt. Whatever you’re doing up there, keep doing it. She just clenched so hard I almost came.”
Wyatt gentles his hand in my hair, even as he maintains the rhythm. “You like that? Like being caught between us?”
I can’t answer—my mouth is full—but I moan again, and that seems to be answer enough.
Chris picks up his pace, finally giving me more of what I need. His hips snap forward harder, driving me onto Wyatt’s cock with each thrust. The sound of it is obscene. Wet and slapping.
“That’s it.” Wyatt’s thumb traces my cheekbone, almost tender despite the way he’s fucking my throat. “Take us both. You’re doing so good.”
Behind me, Chris leans forward, drapes himself over my back. His mouth finds my ear.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Both of us at once. Using you. Filling you up.” His hips grind deeper. “I’ve thought about this for days. About how you’d look between us. How you’d sound.”
I whimper around Wyatt’s cock.
“That’s my girl.” Chris slides his hand around my hip, finds my clit, teases until I clench around him on the edge of orgasm.
But he stops abruptly as if sensing I’m about to go over. I whimper around Wyatt’s cock, make an incoherent sound of frustration.
Chris just chuckles. “This is what you asked for, baby. I promise we’re both going to take good care of you but not until after we fill you up until you’re overflowing with us both.”
With that, he fucks me harder, deeper, every stroke keeping me at that razor’s edge but never quite sending me over. He knows full well I need my clit teased to get all the way. A few more strokes and he grunts, squeezes tighter.
I have a brief moment of panic with Wyatt’s cock still down my throat. That incoherent realization that we didn’t use protection. As if sensing my thought, Wyatt eases up, pulls back and crouches again. “You’re safe, Nina,” he says. “You know what that means right? Everything you went through?”
My eyes are wet—tears of absolute pleasure mostly—but I’m too incoherent to reply. He just smiles. “It means we can both make an absolute mess of you and all you need to do is lie there and enjoy it.”
Another grunt behind me and Chris slams in deep, tightens his grip hard, then gasps as his cock spasms inside me.
The sensation of skin on skin and the pulse of him letting loose with no barrier between us, nearly does make me come.
I shudder hard and reach for Wyatt again.
His mouth crashes against mine, every bit as hungry as I am for more.
When we part, his gaze is more wicked than I’ve ever seen.
“My turn,” he growls, then moves to take Chris’s place.