Chapter 52 #3
I shove a hand down and massage my clit, rocking desperately between them as I watch them kiss-fight above me.
“You need to come again, girl?” Bastian murmurs against Kai’s mouth. “Can our greedy slut not get enough of us?”
“Yes, please. Please make me come!”
With Kai’s fading erection still inside me, Bastian starts to fuck my pussy.
Kai is quiet for moment, and then grabs the back of Bastian’s neck and drags him in for another kiss.
“Fuck, yes!” I whine beneath them. “I love it when you do that.”
I’m getting so close, but when Bastian begins to thrust harder, Kai slips out of me. I groan in disappointment. Kai immediately scoots down the bed and pushes my thigh higher up, burrowing his face between my legs.
“Holy fuck!” My hips buck furiously against Kai’s mouth as he licks and sucks my clit, while Bastian thrusts into my pussy from behind. I’m sure I’m getting fabric burn on my elbow from how I’m using it for leverage, but I can’t stop.
I’m chasing an orgasm I’m sure is going to put me in the fucking ground.
Bastian grabs Kai’s hair, forcing him harder against my clit and using that pressure to keep me in place as he fucks me even harder. Every thump of his hips against my ass sends a jolt through my pelvis and spine that feels better than anything I’ve ever felt.
Except when they’re both inside me, of course.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. “I’m going to come.”
“Hold off a second, girl, and come with me,” Bastian commands.
His hand tightens on my throat, the other forcing Kai to massage my clit even harder with his tongue.
“Fuck, you two are…” Bastian cuts off with a groan. “Christ, you’re so fucking intoxicating.”
Our professor tilts my head, kissing me so soft, so yearning, the contrast makes my head spin.
I don’t know what magic ability Bastian has, but he times his climax with mine so perfectly that I don’t even realize he’s come until he sinks his teeth into my shoulder hard enough to make me yell.
There’s so much cum inside my pussy…and Kai is lapping at the seam where Bastian’s cock is plunged deep inside me.
I prop myself up, trying to find the words to thank Kai, when Bastian pulls out of me…and Kai grabs his cock at the base, halting him.
Oh God. He’s not gonna…is he…?
“Please,” I whimper. “God, please Kai.”
Kai cuts those mesmerizing green eyes to me, then stares down at Bastian’s cock.
I watch, a savage afterglow pulsing through my spent body, as Kai slides Bastian’s cock between his lips.
Our professor groans, the hand on my throat tightening as his cock disappears down Kai’s throat. My boyfriend sucks him clean with a slow, steady bob of his head, and then lets Bastian’s cock pop out of his mouth with a slurp.
“Fuuuck,” I sigh as soon as Bastian’s fingers relax around my throat.
Bastian stares at him, then touches his thumb to Kai’s lower lip, stroking the puffy flesh where he kissed him raw.
I feel their wetness—and mine—leaking out of me, smearing between my thighs.
I should be disgusted.
Instead, I feel claimed. Marked. Theirs.
“That…was so fucking hot,” I breathe.
“I agree,” Bastian says, his attention finally snapping away from Kai. His gaze dips to my lips a moment before he darts forward and kisses me. Hard.
His fingers trail down my belly, dipping into the mess leaking from my pussy—ours, all mixed together. He brings his drenched fingers to my lips and presses in. I suck, tasting the salt and bitterness that’s him and me and Kai.
But when his hand drifts lower, circling my clit, my thighs snap shut on their own.
The ache there is too sharp now, every nerve fried from the stretch of both of them pounding inside me. I grab his wrist, shaking my head even as sparks flicker low in my belly.
“Too sensitive,” I mumble around his fingers. “You guys fucking wrecked me.”
He pulls his fingers free, eyes darkening as he slides his fingers inside me again and then licks them clean.
Slow. Deliberate.
Like a predator savoring the last bite.
Then his gaze shifts to Kai, who’s still kneeling there, cock heavy between his legs, already stiffening again. Kai meets his eyes—chin up, defiant—but I catch the quick swallow, the way his breath hitches.
Bastian reaches out, palm cupping Kai’s balls, toying, teasing. Kai jerks, but doesn’t pull away.
“On your back,” Bastian says, voice low and even, like he’s suggesting wine pairings instead of taking my boyfriend’s virginity.
Kai hesitates, green eyes flicking to mine for half a second—like he’s checking if I’m okay with this. I nod, my hand reaching out to stroke his thigh. He drops onto his back, knees up but thighs pressed hard together.
“Good boy,” Bastian murmurs, his eyes raking over Kai. “Now spread those legs wide for me.”
Kai does nothing, staring up at Bastian with panicked green eyes.
“What’s the safe word?” Bastian murmurs, ducking down to press his lips on Kai’s knees—first one, then the other.
“Red,” I prompt Kai when he stays silent.
“Got it?” Bastian tilts his head, a faint smile on his mouth as he slowly eases open Kai’s legs an inch or two.
Kai still says nothing. From the way his jaw is clenched, I don’t think he trusts himself to speak.
I slide in beside my boyfriend, curling my body along his side, leg draping his hip so I can feel every tremor. My hand wraps around his cock—still slick from us—and I pump once, thumb dragging over the slit.
He groans, his head pushing into the pillow.
Bastian shoves his legs open, raking his fingertips down Kai’s thighs hard enough to leave faint red marks on his skin.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, watching me stroke Kai’s cock.
The intimacy hits me hard. My wild, beautiful Kai splayed out for a man who’s always one step ahead. This is turning me on more than having them both inside me at the same time.
Ignoring the growing ache in my core, I duck down and trail my tongue over Kai’s crown, staring up at Bastian the whole time.
“Seems our little trailer park whore can’t wait for me to fuck your ass.”
A hard shiver chases through me at Bastian’s words, and I make Kai groan hard as I swallow the tip of his cock between my lips.
He’s one hundred percent correct.
Bastian reaches past me for the nightstand, sliding open the drawer and taking out a bottle of lube. He squirts a generous amount over his fingers, then kneels between Kai’s thighs again, nudging them even wider.
“Color?”
Kai’s hand tangles in my hair, and he tries to push me down on his cock so it’ll hit the back of my throat, but I pull back, shaking my head as I glance up at him.
“I want you to feel him, not me,” I say.
Kai frowns. “You really want this, Heavenly?” he mumbles.
“Only if you do.”
His eyes drop to my mouth, then flicker up to where Bastian is poised between his thighs. I feel his torso expand as he drags in a long, slow breath.
“Yes. I fucking—” He swallows. “Green, okay?” he rasps urgently.
“That’s my good boy,” Bastian murmurs.
I give Kai’s cock a hard stroke, feeling him shudder from the sensation. Then I prop myself up so I have a front-row seat.
My entire body is tingling, but I ignore the sensation.
Because this?
Watching up close as a man a decade older than my boyfriend deflowers his asshole?
This is so much better than an orgasm.