Chapter 18 #3
He groaned, sinking deeper, filling me inch by exquisite inch until I felt the press of his hips against my ass signaling that his cock was fully inside me.
I arched back into him, sealing our bodies together where we were joined.
I’d never felt so full, so completely possessed.
The stretch, pressure, and slight burn were overwhelming and perfect.
“Fuck, Rhett,” Troy breathed, his voice strained. “You feel amazing. So tight around me.”
I whimpered in response, beyond words now.
I was lost in the heavy, full sensation of having him inside me.
For a moment, we stayed connected, letting my body adjust to the stretch.
Then Troy began to move, drawing back slowly before pushing in again, establishing a gentle rhythm that had me moaning with every thrust.
“That’s it,” Aimee moaned, her grip tightening. “You two are gorgeous together. I love watching you get fucked.” Troy’s pace quickened, his cock dragging against my prostate with each thrust.
Troy’s hips snapped forward harder, driving deeper into me, joined so intimately that I could barely process anything. Aimee quivered beneath me, and I slipped a hand between her legs, fucking her with three fingers as Troy drove into me with brutal force.
“Oh fuck.” Her head fell back against the headboard as her hips bucked against my hand. “Mmm, I love watching you. Does he feel good, Troy?”
“So fucking good, like a tight glove made for my cock.” Troy adjusted his angle, thrusting deeper, hitting my prostate with every stroke, the most intense pleasure imaginable coursing through my body. This was what I was made for, to give them the ultimate pleasure.
I moaned against Aimee, the vibration making her rock against my hand. We found a rhythm, moving together like we’d rehearsed it—Troy’s hips driving forward, pushing me against Aimee, her hands roaming over my body.
I was drowning in sensation, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. My neglected cock slapped against my stomach with each of Troy’s thrusts, pre-cum smearing my skin.
“Close.” Troy’s rhythm faltered as his orgasm approached. “Fuck, Rhett, I’m going to come inside you. Fill you up. Mark you.”
The words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, almost making me come untouched. “Please,” I begged. “Want to feel your cum in me.”
Aimee’s thighs began to shake around my head, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as she approached her second orgasm. “I’m close too.” Her thighs trembled. “Don’t stop, Rhett. Please don’t stop.”
Troy reached around my hip, wrapping around my aching cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. The stimulation was almost too much, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
“Come for us.” Troy’s voice was rough, strained. “Both of you. Now.”
My body was programmed to obey him. I felt Aimee shatter first, her back arching, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she ground against my hand, riding out her orgasm.
Troy’s hand around my cock and his thick length pounding my prostate—it was too much.
My orgasm hit with the force of a freight train, cum spurting across the sheets as my body convulsed with pleasure so intense I might black out.
Troy kept thrusting as my hole milked his cock, tightening around his length, and then he ground in deep, a hoarse shout escaping him as his cock pulsed inside me.
He gripped my hips and let out a choked sound of pleasure as he came.
I could feel it—the hot splash of his release painting my insides, marking me as his in the most primal way.
We stayed frozen in that position, all three of us trembling with aftershocks, joined together in the most intimate, vulnerable way possible.
Then, Troy eased out of me, making me wince at the sudden emptiness.
My arms gave out, and I withdrew my hand from Aimee and collapsed onto the bed beside her, breathing hard.
Aimee slid down beside me, brushing my sweat-damp hair from my forehead.
Troy settled on my other side, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath.
“Holy shit,” I managed after a moment, my voice raw. “That was... fuck.”
Aimee laughed, kissing my shoulder. “Eloquent as always.”
“Hey,” I protested weakly. “Try forming sentences after having your brains fucked out.”
Troy chuckled, his arm draping across my back, hand finding Aimee’s hip on my other side. “So,” he said, a hint of cockiness in his voice. “Did that deactivate slut mode, or do we need to go again?”
I groaned, burying my face in Aimee’s stomach. “Might have to wait a few minutes to be sure. Wouldn’t want to accidentally restart it.”
“Insatiable,” Aimee teased, but she was already tracing patterns down my spine, sending pleasant shivers through my oversensitive body.
I rolled onto my side, facing her, Troy’s arm still draped over me. “Congratulations on the promotion, Lieutenant Matthews.” A smile tugged at my lips despite my exhaustion. “I might be a bottom boy slut for authority figures.”
Troy laughed, kissing the back of my neck. “Just figuring that out now?”
“Better late than never,” I said, reaching back to squeeze his hip affectionately. “Now that I’ve had one inside me.”