Chapter 18 #2
“I don’t want condoms,” I blurted out, desperation making me bold. “I want to feel you, Troy. We’ve both been tested. I want your bare cock inside me.”
Aimee spoke with a hint of humor. “Don’t look at me, Troy. It’s Rhett’s hole, so it’s his choice.”
“Are you sure?” Troy asked.
“Please,” I begged, rocking back against Aimee’s fingers. “Want to feel your cum inside me.”
Troy made a strangled sound, and I heard more movement, the bed dipping under his weight. But instead of positioning himself behind me, he moved to the side, into my field of vision. He was still fully clothed, the impressive bulge in his pants visible at eye level.
“First.” He helped Aimee to her feet and pulled her into a deep kiss. “Let me get our girl ready too.”
My cock jumped at his words. Our girl. Something possessive and primal surged through me at the thought of them both belonging to me, to each other, to us.
Troy’s hands moved to Aimee’s leggings, peeling them and her panties down. They kissed again, her nude form supple and sensual against his still-clothed body. She kicked them off, now as naked as I was, her pussy at eye level as Troy guided her to stand beside the bed.
“Watch.” Troy’s eyes locked on mine, and I couldn’t have looked away if my life depended on it.
He slid his hand between Aimee’s thighs from behind, his middle finger parting her folds and dipping inside her.
She gasped, her hand flying to his shoulder for support as he fingered her, his thumb circling her clit with each thrust.
“So fucking wet,” he murmured against her neck, biting down gently as he added a second finger. “Is this for Rhett? For me? For both of us?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her hips rocking against his hand. “Both. I want to watch you fuck.”
My cock ached at the sight, pre-cum dripping onto the sheets below me.
“Please,” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for anymore—to touch, to taste, to be touched, to be fucked. More of them, of this, of everything.
Troy seemed to understand without words. He withdrew his fingers from Aimee. They glistened with her wetness, and he brought them to my lips.
“Taste.” I eagerly sucked his fingers into my mouth, moaning at the tangy sweetness of Aimee on my tongue. “Good boy,” he praised as I licked them clean.
Then he was guiding Aimee onto the bed, positioning her at the head of the mattress, her back against the headboard, thighs spread wide. Her pussy was pink and swollen, glistening with arousal, and my mouth watered.
“Crawl to her,” Troy said as he kneeled beside us, his hand on the back of my neck, guiding me forward. “Show her how good that mouth of yours is while I open you up.”
I moved eagerly between her spread thighs, my ass still raised in the air, on display for Troy. Aimee tangled her hand in my hair as I neared her pussy, guiding my face to her slick heat.
“Please.” She tugged at my curls. “Lick me, Rhett.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I buried my face between her thighs, lapping eagerly at her folds. She tasted incredible—sweet and musky and distinctly Aimee. I moaned against her, the vibration making her tighten her grip in my hair.
“That’s it.” Troy’s mouth found Aimee’s nipple.
I swirled my tongue around her clit before dipping lower to thrust inside her, tasting her deeper. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, her breathy moans spurring me on. I worked a finger inside her alongside my tongue, crooking it to find that spot that made her back arch.
“Oh god.” Her hips bucked against my face. “Right there, Rhett. Don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping. I added a second finger, pumping them in and out in rhythm with my tongue’s attention to her clit.
She was close—I could tell from the way her inner walls clenched around my fingers, from her increasingly desperate sounds, from the way she rocked against my face, chasing her release.
I doubled down, focusing all my attention on her pleasure, sucking her clit between my lips while my fingers curled inside her.
“Fuck, Rhett, I’m—”
Her words dissolved into a broken cry as she shattered against my mouth, her thighs clamping around my head, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I kept my tongue moving, gentler now, guiding her through her orgasm until she collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving.
“Ready?” Troy asked, and I lifted my head and watched him as he stood and quickly removed his clothes, his massive cock springing free. Fuck, that was going to fit inside me?
I nodded, beyond words now, beyond anything but need and want and desperate hunger for him, for them, for this connection that felt like coming home.
He disappeared behind me, and I arched my back, wanting him to have a good angle as I felt the mattress dip between my spread legs.
My heart hammered against my ribs, anticipation making my skin hypersensitive to every touch, every shift in the air.
I widened my legs further, arching my back to present my slick, prepped hole.
“Look at you.” Troy’s voice was dark with lust. “So fucking sexy, offering yourself up like this.” His hands gripped my hips, thumbs spreading my cheeks apart, a tickle of cool air letting me know just how exposed my hole was. I whimpered, feeling vulnerable and desperately turned on.
“Please,” I whispered, pushing back against his hands. “I need it, Troy.”
Instead of his cock, I felt the cool slide of more lube drizzling between my cheeks, followed by the firm press of two thick fingers pushing inside me. I groaned, dropping my head between my shoulders as he worked them deeper, stretching me with precision.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, scissoring his fingers to open me up further. “Been waiting too long to take this ass.”
“Too long,” I gasped, rocking back against his hand, trying to take him deeper. “Way too fucking long.”
Aimee drew my attention back to her. She’d recovered from her orgasm, her eyes now dark and hungry as she watched Troy finger me. “Don’t forget about me.” She guided my face back between her thighs.
I dove back in eagerly, licking broad stripes across her sensitive flesh, tasting her cum. She was so wet, so responsive, her hips rolling against my mouth as I sucked her clit, flicking my tongue at the pace I knew made her moan.
I lost myself in the sensations—Troy’s fingers stretching me from behind, Aimee’s taste flooding my mouth from the front.
My cock hung heavy between my legs, untouched and aching, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets.
I’d never felt so consumed by pleasure. I was sandwiched between the two people I craved most.
Troy added a third finger, and I moaned against Aimee’s pussy, the sound vibrating through her. The stretch burned in the best way, that edge of pain heightening every spark of pleasure as Troy’s fingers found my prostate and pressed against it.
“Fuck!” I jerked forward, forgetting what I was doing as lightning shot up my spine. “Oh! Right there.”
“What’s this?” He pressed that spot again, making my thighs tremble. “Is this the slut mode button I’ve heard about?”
I whimpered, unable to speak as he massaged that bundle of nerves inside me, almost unbearable pleasure radiating outward. My cock throbbed, so hard it hurt, dripping steadily.
“I think it is,” Aimee laughed breathlessly, her hand on my cheek as I panted against her thigh. “Look at him. He’s completely gone.”
Troy’s fingers curled inside me again, and I cried out, my arms threatening to give way beneath me. “Please,” I begged, the word barely recognizable through my ragged breathing. “Troy, please, I need your cock. Need you to fuck me. Can’t wait anymore.”
“Patience.” But I could hear the strain in his voice, knew he was as desperate as I was. His fingers withdrew slowly, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing, silently begging to be filled again.
“Don’t tease him,” Aimee said. “Can’t you see he needs you?”
I glanced back to see Troy stroking lube over his thick, dark, glistening cock.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I breathed, mesmerized by him preparing to take me.
Troy’s eyes met mine, something fierce and possessive flashing in their depths. “Eyes forward,” he said. “Make Aimee feel good while I fuck you.”
I turned back to Aimee obediently, but she shifted beneath me so my cheek rested against her stomach, carding her fingers through my hair. “You focus on getting fucked, sweetheart. You’re going to feel so good, so connected.”
“Please,” I whispered.
“Shhh.” One hand rubbed circles on the small of my back as Aimee traced along my arms and shoulders. “I’ve got you. Going to fill you up so good, baby.”
He pushed forward, the thick head of his cock breaching my entrance in one smooth, careful thrust. The stretch was intense—much more than his fingers, burning and perfect as my body struggled to accommodate his girth, my hole fluttering with involuntary contractions as my body tried to expel him, or suck him deeper.
I gasped against Aimee’s stomach, my eyes squeezing shut as I focused on relaxing and accepting him inside me.
“Breathe,” Aimee whispered, her fingers gentle in my hair as I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled into her stomach. Another inch of Troy’s cock pressed into me. “That’s it. Such a good boy.”
Troy paused, giving me time to adjust, his hands gripping my hips as his cock seemed to take up every inch of space inside me.
I whimpered, pressing back, desperate to impale myself on him.
He blew out a shaky breath, and I wondered at the restraint it took not to slam forward, to claim me completely in one rough thrust.
He was holding back for me, taking care of me and fighting his need when even I couldn’t do that.
“More,” I encouraged, bracing myself on the bed. “I can take it. I need it”