Chapter Fourteen #4
Cruz stood at the edge of the bed, dick in hand, and a devilish grin on his lips. I bent forward, riding Ryatt’s face, and Cruz glossed my lips with precum. I licked the bitter fluids as I stared into his face.
“Is this what you want?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Beg for it. Tell me how much you want my cock. Prove you’re our Heller whore.” They had the patch on their backs, but it would be my name on their lips.
These Hellers were mine.
“I want your cock. Fuck my face.”
“Ah Micki, you’re showing Ryatt that you’re not always sweet. You’re a dirty girl.”
“Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.” Ryatt drilled his tongue inside me. Muscles spasmed and a hiss crawled up my throat. My hips rocked against his mouth, driving me toward the edge of a sweet tempting abyss.
I stared down between my legs. Ryatt stared at me as he sucked on my clit. My lips formed an O as a dark twist of pleasure coiled low in my belly. “Feels so good,” I whispered to him.
Cruz gripped my jaw. “Don’t come or this will be over before we even get started.” He pushed his cock into my mouth. My eyes closed and my nostrils flared. With each thrust, I fought my gag reflex as I fought my need to come.
As Ryatt sucked my clit and fucked me with his tongue, I whimpered and moaned, grinding down onto his face.
And I worked Cruz’s cock with my tongue and lips.
“That’s it, Micki. Choke on it. Show me how much you like sucking my dick.”
While Cruz fucked my face, Ryatt decimated my pussy. He plunged two fingers into me, and I couldn’t slow the tidal wave of sensations surging through me. I lost sense of everything but the two men wreaking havoc on my mind and body.
My thighs trembled, and a shiver raced along my spine. Ryatt’s tongue glided along my clit. “Oh god.” I curled my fingers into his hair, rode his mouth, and shattered.
“She’s ours,” Cruz said to Ryatt. “Her pussy is ours.”
My pussy, my heart, my fucking soul was theirs. I wasn’t me without them.
“I think she owns us,” Ryatt said from between my thighs.
I grunted, and Cruz jerked his cock from my mouth.
“I’m yours,” I gasped before he thrust back into my mouth. I braced on one arm, cradled Cruz’s balls in my palm, and pressed a finger against his taint. My spit soaked his balls. I gathered the slippery moisture and teased his tight, back hole with the tip of my finger. Then I pushed in.
“Fuck.” With another hard thrust, hot ropes of cum splashed the back of my throat. He held tight to my braid, every muscle in his body seizing, and his gut clenching.
He pulled out of my mouth, tugged me to my knees by my braid and crushed his mouth to mine. He growled, curling his tongue around mine, tasting himself in my mouth.
Ryatt, still lying on the bed, kept his mouth on my pussy, and wrapped his hand around the back of Cruz’s thigh, pulling him closer.
My heart hiccupped, seeing the hesitation on Cruz’s face. He crawled onto the bed and kneeled beside me. As Ryatt continued to devour my cunt, Cruz kissed along my neck and pinched my nipples. But his focus was torn between me and Ryatt.
They’d kissed and touched. This was uncharted territory for both of them. Cruz was trusting another person. This was more than sex. These were heavy emotional connections. Cruz would get into his own head and doubt how amazing he is. He didn’t feel worthy of love.
To be honest, I didn’t know what Ryatt wanted. Other than me. I didn’t know if wanting us meant he’d caught feelings for Cruz, too.
Ryatt’s breath was warm on my pussy.
“He wants you,” I whispered to him. “He doesn’t know if you want him the same way. He’s waiting for you to decide.” I had the taste of Cruz on my tongue, and Ryatt’s face glistened with my juices. There were no rules to what we wanted.
Ryatt trekked his hand along the ladder of Cruz’s lats, higher onto his back, and tunneled his fingers into his hair.
Cruz bent over Ryatt and dragged his tongue over Ryatt’s nipple. Ryatt sucked in a breath and his cock kicked.
I slid off Ryatt, but left my leg draped across his torso. Cruz lifted his head and his gaze connected with Ryatt’s. They stared hard at each other, then Ryatt cradled Cruz’s skull in his palm and urged him toward his dick.
A savage growl erupted from Cruz. He banded his fist around Ryatt’s cock and swallowed him to the root.
I sucked in a breath, and Ryatt’s back arched. He hissed through clenched teeth and thrust his hips. Cruz dragged his lips along the length as he drew back. His tongue teased and tasted, and then he sucked Ryatt deep again.
Nothing I’d ever done came close to the way Cruz claimed Ryatt. He devoured him. I couldn’t tear my gaze away. But then Ryatt’s fingers were tracing the pleats of my spine. I leaned over him and kissed him. He kept one hand on me and one hand on Cruz.
Cruz bobbed on Ryatt’s cock, but he reached between my thighs and slid two fingers into my pussy. I kissed Ryatt, and gripped Cruz’s wrist as I fucked his hand.
Ryatt ripped his mouth from mine. “Fuck.” Tendons in his neck stretched. His hands balled into fists, and veins in his arms surged with blood. “Fuck.”
His body convulsed. Cruz shoved his fingers deep inside me, hitting my G-spot and triggering another mind-numbing release. Stars exploded behind my closed eyes. A wild kaleidoscope of colors and feelings ricocheted through me. I rode his hand and gasped for breath.
Cruz gripped my braid and tugged my head back. “Open your mouth.”
I did. He slammed his mouth over mine. Ryatt’s cum slid down my tongue, his taste blending with Cruz’s. I whimpered, lashing my tongue against Cruz’s. My piercing clinked against his teeth.
“Share.” Ryatt tugged my mouth to his. I’d swallowed, but Ryatt groaned with the hint of bitterness lingering on my tongue. When we parted, Ryatt cradled my cheek, and Cruz sipped my lips. Once again, the three of us were a tangle of tongues, lips, and ragged breaths.
Finally, Cruz slipped out of bed, crossed the room, and snapped off the light.
I slid beneath the covers with Ryatt. He spooned in behind me and kissed my shoulder.
“Are you good?” he asked with a quiet voice.
I glanced over my shoulder. “I’m perfect. Are you okay?”
He wrapped an arm over me. “I’m not sure how I feel because I’ve never felt like this before. All I know is that this feels right.”
Cruz lifted the covers and slid in close to me. I burrowed into his chest, with Ryatt snug against my back. I’d never felt like this before either. I’d loved Cruz for so long, but I loved him even more because of Ryatt. Because he needed Ryatt as much as I did. And Ryatt needed us.