Chapter 8 #2
This was way better than the peek I’d gotten before.
Jordy made sure I could see everything. He patted Monty’s hip to make him lift his pelvis so he could tug his jeans below his knees.
Those thick, hairy thighs… Bare-assed, Monty sat back down, and Jordy cupped his heavy balls.
Those were huge too, full and round, bigger than what could fit into Jordy’s broad palm.
Jordy licked the exposed head, and something silver glinted on his tongue. A piercing. I imagined how the metal ball would feel rubbing under my cockhead or along the front wall of my hole. Oh hell.
Jordy’s mouth engulfed the top third of the fat dick, and his cheeks hollowed.
Monty moaned, and I glanced up into his face. He was looking at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I breathed.
I was hypnotized. They were both into it, obviously enjoying each other…how Monty petted Jordy’s hair with the familiarity of a longtime lover, and how Jordy focused, hands and head moving in perfect synchrony, eyes closed. He made low purring sounds, like a contented cat.
When he sped up, working the crown with his mouth and massaging the base, Monty groaned.
I almost asked them to slow down.
I didn’t want it to be over yet.
But Monty’s thighs quivered, and when Jordy squeezed his balls, Monty pressed his head back against the sofa cushion.
Jordy swallowed everything, sucking at the slit as Monty came, and I would have loved to know how much cum that was. It seemed to take a while.
By the time Jordy lifted his head and pinned his dark eyes on me, I was vibrating in my seat. My underwear was wet, and I felt a little lightheaded.
You’re horny and tipsy. Get out of here.
I shot up and wavered, grabbing the bar counter for support. Was I that drunk? But it was their scents that made me dizzy.
“That was specta…cular, gentlemen,” I managed, stumbling over some syllables. “I really really appreciate it. Thanks. Um. Great. Good night.”
Monty was frowning at me. “Do you need company up the stairs, Laurel?”
His dick was still out, half hard. Jordy’s hand rested casually over his balls. They both looked at me, seeming a little startled.
“I’m good. Totally fine. See you tomorrow. Thanks again. Yeah.”
I hurried up the stairs, holding on to the railing with both hands. I almost tripped on the last step but hauled myself up with my arms before I could tumble down and break limbs.
I’d left the room unlocked, which was lucky because I wasn’t sure I would have been able to handle a simple lock and a key.
I kicked the door closed behind me and threw myself onto the bed. I eeled out of my jeans, cursing fashion designers to hell and back. The fabric got stuck around my ankles, and by the time I managed to fight the repulsive garment off, I was sweating.
Finally naked from the waist down, I lay on my back, bent my knees, and spread my legs. The room seemed to be swaying from side to side. I shoved two fingers into my hole, encountering a mess of slick and swollen, tingling flesh. I was primed and ready for a reaming, dammit.
I would have taken Monty’s firehose of a dick with ease and then begged Jordy to ride his.
Maybe I could take them both at the same time.
I didn’t think it was anatomically possible, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about it.
Three fingers. My wrist ached. I grabbed my cock with my other hand and whined pitifully.
I wanted a dick! Oh fuck, I wanted it.
A nice fat dick for me to ride, to plunge in deep, fill me up, stretch me out, and push on the mouth to my womb. But my dildo was in my other suitcase up at the chalet.
Oh please, please, please.
I swirled my too-thin fingers around my hole. I couldn’t reach deep enough to touch where I was aching the most. So empty. So fucking slippery and wet. Fuck. I was open wide, ready like I’d never been before. I could fucking take those two dicks after all.
Please, come up here and fuck me. Fuck me hard. Please!
Maybe the guys would hear my needy whines.
Maybe they would burst into the room. They’d grab me, spread me out, and fill me up.
They would hold me pinned down for each other and take turns, and they would reach and fill and bruise every nook and cranny inside me.
And it would hurt. Oh yeah. I wanted it to fucking hurt.
I’d come my brains out ten times in a row, my body all but sucking on glorious, thick, hard dicks.
Fucked out like never before in my life, I’d beg them to do it all over again.
Whimpering, I came onto my stomach.
I saw the cum spill out of my cockhead and onto my skin, but the pleasure was weak. Damned alcohol. It made me aggressively horny while dampening all sensations.
Dissatisfied and in a foul mood, I took a shower and brushed my teeth. My head was hazy, spinning when I moved too fast, but I managed. I fell back into bed naked.
When I woke up, I found a damp towel in bed with me. Ugh. My head hurt, and my mouth felt as if something had died inside, even though I did remember brushing my teeth. As I sat up, my stomach heaved.
For fuck’s sake. Why did I do this to myself? I hadn’t drunk more than three shots. When did I become such a lightweight?
Blurry memories popped up in my head as I trailed to the bathroom.
Jordy standing by the bar counter, white-knuckling the edge, eyebrows drawn together and mouth open. Monty kneeling before him, those massive shoulders heaving and head moving…
Then Monty’s dick in Jordy’s mouth, thick and veiny. His eyes on me. Jordy’s look after he swallowed the cum…
Fucking hell. Did I really see all of that? How could I erase it from my memory now?
Behind the window, the mountains rose, wrapped in wispy clouds.
Hike. I was supposed to go on hikes for my stupid mental health.
The peaks looked imposing and very wet, but I had bought enough outdoor gear to supply a ranger station. Might as well walk off the weird hangover.