44 - Sophie
44
Sophie
Eli’s fingers tightened in my hair as he pulled me back into a kiss. But I was acutely aware of what Johnny was doing behind me—slipping out of his jeans, opening the crinkly wrapper of a condom, rolling it on. My entire body tensed with anticipation as he positioned himself behind me on the bed, the second half of the sandwich they were making with me in the middle.
“Ready?” Eli asked me.
I nodded frantically. My arousal was alive deep inside of me, like a feather tickling my inner walls. I needed one of them, either of them, to fill me as quickly as possible. I was desperate for it in a way that shocked me.
“Relax,” Eli said, leaning up to press his forehead against mine. “We’ve got you.”
I absolutely melted on top of him. How could someone sound so freaking sexy like that?
Eli wrapped an arm around my neck as Johnny eased into me from behind. I slowly exhaled as he stretched my inner walls; I had forgotten just how wide he was. He filled me with a perfect aching feeling, satisfying the terrible need that had tormented me ever since they mentioned a threesome.
“You feel even better than the last time,” Johnny said, stroking my thigh.
“So do you,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”
Eli’s grin was wicked. “You heard the lady. Give her what she wants.”
Johnny bottomed out inside of me, filling me with every rigid inch he had, and I lost my voice. I clenched my eyes shut and let out a silent moan as I savored the way he stretched me in the best possible way.
“How’s she feel?” Eli asked.
“Tight,” Johnny gritted out, palms running over my lower back and settling on my ass. “Surprised I didn’t explode right away.”
“Mmm, you’d better not,” I said, finding my voice again. “I want this to last a little while.”
“I’d better get ready to jump in, then,” Eli said, shimmying out of his jeans underneath me.
Johnny slowly rolled his hips, his hard length moving slickly inside of me, creating new sparks that wafted through my center. I groaned and arched my back, bucking against him as he began picking up the pace.
As soon as Eli’s pants were off, I rested my face against his flannel shirt and reached down between us until my fingers found his stiff cock. He made a new noise of pleasure as I stroked and squeezed him.
“Hope you’ve got another condom,” Eli said, voice tense. “I didn’t bring one.”
“Then you don’t get to have any fun,” Johnny said while fucking me.
“I thought you two promised you could share?” I teased over my shoulder. The sight of Johnny’s muscular body sent new thrills through my bones.
He narrowed his eyes at me, and slowed the delicious movement of his hips.
“Yeah, show this beautiful Texas rose you can share,” Eli added.
Johnny leaned away from me to fish a condom out of his jeans pocket, sliding almost all the way out of me. Just the tip remained. But then he was pushing forward again, filling me, as he leaned forward and tossed the condom down onto Eli’s chest.
“Glad one of us was prepared,” he said. “You owe me.”
“That I do.”
“Allow me,” I said, tearing open the condom and pushing my hips back to give me more room. Eli used the opportunity to strip his flannel shirt, joining the rest of us in complete nudity. I smiled at the sight—Eli’s hard length looked irresistible resting against his belly, beneath his flawless six-pack. I positioned the condom and rolled it on in a few strokes until he was ready.
“My turn,” Eli said, grabbing me under the arms and pulling me back on top of him. Johnny’s cock fell out of me, but then I was being impaled down onto Eli’s waiting length, driving my hips down until he was completely inside me.
Both of us moaned loudly, eyes locked together with passion.
“Didn’t think I could wait any longer,” he smiled up at me.
Johnny’s hands slid around my chest until he was palming my breasts, squeezing them together while he ground against my ass cheek from behind. As he pinched a nipple between two fingers, I clamped my inner muscles around Eli, causing him to gasp.
“Careful,” he said to Johnny. “She might break me off inside of her.”
I sighed as Johnny kissed me between my shoulder blades, still maintaining his grip on my tits. It didn’t feel strange having four hands all over me rather than two, and I soon surrendered to the new sensation and rode Eli like he was a mechanical bull.
“You’ve been practicin’ on Whiplash Willie, haven’t you?” Eli crooned up at me.
I shook my head slowly. “The only machine I ride is my vibrator. But this is much better.”
Johnny’s breath was hot on my neck. “You said you liked it when Sawyer took what he wanted?”
“Mmm hmm,” I said while gyrating on top of Eli.
Then Johnny’s hands slid down to my thighs, lightning fast, and pulled me off Eli until I was empty again. But it didn’t last, because the blond cowboy immediately slammed his own cock into me from behind once more.
My head rolled back as Johnny took over again, thudding deep inside of me with a steady rhythm, sending bolts of lightning sizzling through my core. Eli wrapped his arms around me and held me down for Johnny, and the unspoken teamwork turned me on even more. It made me feel like I was theirs , a toy to be played with the way I used my vibrator.
I wanted to be their toy. I wanted them to use me.
Eli kissed me again, then said, “Give him those lips.” He twisted my head sideways for Johnny, who leaned forward to kiss me where the other cowboy had left off. His hot tongue curled against mine for a brief moment, then he sat upright so he could focus on fucking me doggy style.
Eli was there in a flash, twisting my head around to kiss me again as we were both rocked back and forth by Johnny’s deep, plunging strokes. He bit my lower lip softly, drawing a new gasp from my throat. Wedged between their bodies, passed back and forth like I had no say in the matter, made it feel like there was electricity scouring every muscle in my body, flushing every inch of my skin.
Between Eli’s hungry kisses and Johnny’s steady pounding, I could barely contain myself. A quick, ragged little orgasm shuddered through my body as I thrashed between them, my moans consumed by Eli’s searching lips.
“Flip her around,” Eli commanded. “It’s my turn.”
Johnny groaned, bottoming out inside me for a moment longer, then pulled me away. Eli pushed up onto his hands and knees, and then their four strong hands were maneuvering me to their liking, twisting me around until I was on my hands and knees facing Johnny.
I loved the way they took control, Eli slamming into me from behind with barely restrained desire, hands tightening around my waist for leverage. Johnny was an oil painting of a man kneeling before me, gripping his cock in a fist and stroking himself while watching us with wide, hungry eyes.
For a little while, it was fun having him watch. I could see how turned on he was by all of this, and that turned me on even more, our desires pinging back and forth. But having him as a spectator wasn’t fun.
What was the point of a threesome if one of the guys was only watching?
“Do you have any more condoms?” I asked.
Johnny blinked. “Yeah…”
I rolled the condom off, then locked my lips around his thick tip. He groaned, fisting a hand in my hair as I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, taking as much of him into my mouth as I was able. I rolled my tongue over his smooth head, tasting a salty drop of his pre-come. He hissed in pleasure, cupping a hand around the back of my neck and pushing himself farther down my throat.
“Tell me when you’re ready for your turn again,” Eli said, palms squeezing and spreading my ass.
Johnny responded by reaching for his jeans again, fingers diving into the pocket. He froze.
“Fuck. That was my last one.”
Eli rumbled with laughter. “Now I almost feel bad. Almost .” He gave my ass a playful squeeze.
“That’s all right,” he groaned. “Her mouth feels even better than her pussy.”
“Doubt it,” Eli said as he continued fucking me from behind. “Nothing feels better than this .”
“Both holes are perfect.” Johnny gazed down at me lustily. “Coming in her pretty mouth would feel just as good as her pussy.”
Eli let out a groan of desire. “Fuck. You might be right.”
“You gonna let me?” Johnny asked in a raspy voice, like he was already reaching the edge. “Can I fill that mouth? Come all the way down your throat?”
“God damn , darlin’,” Eli said as his thrusts quickened. “Now I want to come in your mouth.”
“Both of us can,” Johnny said, jaw clenching with concentration. He was close.
I wanted to give him everything he desired, to gaze up at him as he exploded inside my mouth and I drank down every salty drop. I wanted to feel Eli come inside me at the same time, filling me from both ends.
But those weren’t the only options I could give them. Sawyer had taken my third hole, and after three days of rest and recuperation, I wasn’t sore anymore. Instead, I felt a powerful aching desire inside me to do it again.
Tonight.
Would they be into that the way Sawyer was? Or would they judge me for it the way the-cowboy-who-should-not-be-named had?
Fuck it. I was done feeling self-conscious about myself.
Being forward had gotten me this far, after all.
“You can come wherever you want,” I promised, dragging my tongue along the underside of his shaft. “Including… my ass.”