Chapter 20
20
Amy
The world was floating around her, none of it feeling quite real, as Kincaid’s voice filtered through her brain, calling her princess and telling her to open up. There was a cock in front of her mouth.
Amy opened her lips, letting his hand on her hair hold her in place as the cock slid into her mouth, hot, hard, and meaty on her tongue. She licked the underside, savoring the distinctly male flavor as he pushed in deeper.
“If you need to safe word, just slap the desk twice, okay princess?”
The words flowed around her.
The grip on her hair tightened, and the cock slid away.
“Amy, do you understand your safeword?”
Kincaid crouched down in front of her, looking her directly in the eyes. She blinked, trying to gather her wayward thoughts to remember what he’d said.
“Yes?” It came out as more of a question than a true answer.
“What do you do if you need to safeword?”
‘I won’t need to’ was not the correct answer, and she knew it.
It took her a moment to remember what he’d said.
“I slap the desk twice.”
“Good girl.”
Warmth buzzed through her at the accolade, making her pussy clench right as she felt something cool, hard, and slick press against her anus. She cried out. Her sex life with Jeremy had dwindled under wedding stress—or so she’d told herself—and it had been a really, really long time since she’d had anal sex. They’d barely made time for regular vanilla missionary much less anything more adventurous.
The stretch hurt. It hurt really, really good. Zach was relentless with the plug he was using, pushing it in slowly but firmly, forcing her hole to widen to accommodate it.
Before she could beg him for a moment, Kincaid was already standing up and pushing his cock back into her mouth. Her hands curled over the edge of the desk to keep from slapping it. She didn’t want them to stop. Not when they’d just gotten started again… not when she finally had one of their cocks in her and knew the other one was coming soon.
Zach had paused, letting Kincaid start to fuck her mouth. Her tight hole ached around the thick silicone. How big was the plug he was using? It made her whole backside ache, which she both loved and hated. The fact that it was moving inside her while Kincaid’s cock was as well made her feel like she was having an out-of-body experience.
She’d dreamed of being between two men like this.
Between them like this.
Kincaid’s thrusts into her mouth were gentle, slow, taking his time as he used her mouth for his pleasure. Amy moaned around the thick length as Zach paused again, this time pulling back just enough to give her a tiny bit of relief as her ass was allowed to contract again before he began to push in again. This time felt a little easier because she was already partially stretched, but she could feel the plug widening. Her opening burned as it was stretched, making her pant around Kincaid’s cock as it became nearly unbearable.
Her toes curled as the immense pressure made her cry out, and she gagged on Kincaid’s cock as he thrust in deeper, moaning as her mouth slid down nearly the full length of his cock. Amy gripped the desk so hard, she heard the wood creak, and she was about to lift her hand to slap the desk…
Then the plug popped all the way in.
She cried out again, the sound muffled by the cock down her throat, as her body sagged with relief, her muscles untensing. All the muscles except the ones around the plug now deeply embedded in her bowels. Those ached, straining from their new dimensions, her poor little hole throbbing around the stem between the base and bulb of the plug. Thankfully, that stem was far thinner than the thickest part of the bulb, which gave the tight ring some relief.
The feeling of uncomfortable fullness made her pussy clench, and she sucked hard as Kincaid’s cock retreated and then thrust in again. Sucking gave her pent-up energy some relief, her body quivering as she adjusted. Now that she was no longer so focused on the toy pushing its way inside her, she was more aware of her nipples still pulsing and the way Kincaid’s cock felt as it bumped against the back of her throat.
“How’s her mouth?”
Zach’s crude, almost casual, question made her pussy clench, and she shuddered again.
“Fucking perfect,” Kincaid replied. He looked down at her.
Looking up to meet his gaze made her crane her neck painfully, but she did it for a moment, anyway, wanting to see him watching her swallow his cock. His handsome face had a hungry expression, which made her quiver internally. The grip on her hair tightened, tugging at her scalp like a slightly painful massage.
“She’s a good little cocksucker.”
“I bet she is.” Zach’s hands ran over her ass, caressing, then one of them lifted, and he gave her buttocks a sharp slap that had her wriggling. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as it could have, and it sent a flash of pleasure through her overwhelmed senses. Her muscles clenched around the huge plug, which made them ache all over again. “She likes sucking cock, don’t you, my little slut?”
She couldn’t answer, but that wasn’t the point.
Zach just wanted to spank her.
And he did. Over and over again, his hand peppered her backside while Kincaid casually thrust in and out of her mouth, holding her in place by her hair, enjoying the way her cries sent vibrations over his dick. The pace and intensity of the spanking became faster, harder, and every time Zach’s hand came down, she clenched around the plug. The discomfort from those little spasms lessened as the pain in her cheeks grew hotter, as if she could only contain so much.
Then, suddenly, his hand was no longer coming down on her heated backside. No, his hands were curling around her hips. The tip of his cock slid up and down the length of her pussy, coating the mushroom head with her arousal. Amy moaned around Kincaid’s dick, pushing back.
As full as she was with the plug in her ass, she wanted more.
Needed more.
Her pussy was so empty.
“I think our little slut wants to be filled at both ends,” Zach said, his voice floating over her head as if from very far away.
“Then let’s make that happen,” Kincaid replied.
They both thrust in, and Amy screamed from the sudden jolt of painful pleasure.
Neither man was small, and Zach’s cock sliding alongside the huge plug in her ass made her feel fuller than she ever had in her life. She hadn’t known she could feel like this, as if every centimeter of space inside her was taken up. She couldn’t breathe, and not just because Kincaid’s cock was blocking her airway.
The slap of Zach’s body against her heated cheeks as he thrust home gave her another jolt of pained pleasure, and she sobbed against Kincaid’s cock as he buried it in her throat.
Oh, fuck… oh, fuck…
Thoughts flew into the air, her head no longer able to contain them. There was nothing but sensation as they used her, rocking her back and forth between them in an erotic rhythm. They were two sides of the coin, and she was the center, a vessel for their pleasure, her own body buzzing with the ecstasy rolling through it.
She didn’t know when she started to orgasm.
She wasn’t even sure she could call it that.
It was just waves of sensual bliss, washing over her, again and again, washing away all thought, all sense, all care, and leaving her floating on air.
Pain? Pleasure?
One and the same.
And she was drowning in it.
Zach
Their pretty little subbie was floating in subspace; Zach was fairly certain of it. His eyes caught Kincaid’s gaze over her bare back, both of their cocks buried inside her. He could see the pleasure on his boyfriend’s face, see the satisfaction from a job well done… watch as Kincaid’s features tightened, his eyes closing.
Amy hummed as Kincaid groaned, her pussy tightening around Zach’s cock as his boyfriend came down her throat.
Fuck, that was so fucking hot.
As hot as her pussy. As hot as the surface of her ass as he pressed against it from behind, the base of the plug bumping against his body.
He could only imagine what it would be like to have her between them, one of them in her pussy, the other in her ass. Feeling her writhing against them, clenching around them simultaneously.
Even though Kincaid had had his cock in her a lot earlier than Zach, he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to last much longer than his boyfriend.
She was too hot. Her pussy felt too good. And finally sharing her with Kincaid… finally being buried inside her… thinking about all the filthy things he wanted to do with them…
“ Fuck. ”
As Kincaid disengaged, stepping back and stroking Amy’s hair, Zach no longer had to worry about her choking on his boyfriend’s dick. Gripping her hips, he started fucking her harder, faster, letting out all the pent-up need he’d collected over the months of scening with her but never sexually. He was aware of Kincaid watching, of his boyfriend’s appreciation of Amy’s whimpers and moans of pleasure, of the sight she and Zach made while he took her from behind.
Letting go of Amy so she could rest her head on the desk, Kincaid came around the desk. Zach felt his muscles tense as his boyfriend moved behind him. Kincaid’s hand cupped his ass, his finger sliding between Zach’s cheeks, and he automatically bent forward, groaning as Kincaid’s finger teased his entrance.
“Make her cum again for me.”
Kincaid’s order sent a shiver through him.
Sliding his hand between Amy and the desk, he pressed his fingers against her sloppy clit. She made a sobbing noise, her body stiffening beneath his, pussy clenching around him.
He circled his fingers, drawing back to thrust in, while Kincaid’s finger still rubbed against the entrance to his own ass, his palm cupping Zach’s ass. The image of himself in this position with Amy, but with Kincaid behind him, fucking Zach’s ass while he fucked Amy, popped into his head.
Sheer lust rocked him, and he slammed into Amy hard, his fingers rubbing circles around her clit. She sobbed out in ecstasy, her pussy spasming around his cock as he held himself still, emptying himself inside her.
“Oh, fuck…” he groaned. “Oh, fuck.”
Kincaid pressed a kiss to the back of his neck as his cock throbbed inside of Amy.
It felt like everything he’d ever wanted.
Kincaid
Carrying Amy to their door—they’d done aftercare at the club, but she’d fallen asleep while they were cuddling her and stayed asleep for the ride home—Kincaid paused to wait while Zach got the door unlocked and open. Definitely one of the benefits of there being two of them. He didn’t have to try to figure out how to handle their passed-out subbie on his own with the door.
Zach gave her a fond look as Kincaid passed him, holding the door open.
“She’s really out of it, isn’t she?”
“I think she needed it.” Kincaid got her through the door without banging her head or her feet.
“She definitely needed it,” Zach murmured.
Kincaid headed toward the hallway with their bedrooms. Behind him, he could hear Zach closing and locking the door before following them all the way down the hall and into her room. Which was good because that’s where Kincaid had to pause.
They’d had threesomes before, but they’d never taken the third home with them. Aftercare ended at the club, not in their guest bedroom.
Still holding her curled up against his chest, her head on his shoulder, legs draped over his arm, Amy was fully clothed. The corset was loose on her, but it was on her. Putting her into bed like this felt wrong. So did undressing her without her consent.
Yes, they’d just seen her naked and had their hands all over her and their dicks inside her, but that had been at the club where they’d talked about what they could do. Where there were clear boundaries. Now they were home, and the lines were fuzzy, and she was in no place to be able to communicate what she wanted.
“Do we put her in pajamas?” he asked Zach.
His boyfriend hesitated, dark eyes widening. Kincaid could practically hear him going through the entire thought process that Kincaid had just gone through.
“Um…” Zach cleared his throat and looked at her. He gave Kincaid another glance, as if asking him to take the lead, but on this topic, Kincaid thought it was better if Zach made the decision. His relationship with Amy was more long-standing, and he knew her better. “Yeah, pajamas.”
Amy sighed in Kincaid’s arms, stirring against his chest.
“Pmas.”
They both stopped and looked at her.
“What did she say?” Zach asked, bewildered.
“I think she was trying to say pajamas.” Considering how out of it she was, that wasn’t exactly fully informed consent, but from what he knew of her and what Zach knew of her, they both thought pajamas, too. It was about as good as they were probably going to get.
It was another tag team effort to get her out of her clothes and into a nightgown, mostly because she didn’t want to let go of Kincaid. They did manage to get her to let go long enough to get her nightgown on by transferring her to Zach’s arms as they did it.
Then they ran into another problem when Zach tried to put her in her bed and move away. Her arms clung around him, gripping onto his shirt. He turned his head to look at Kincaid, obviously trying to figure out what to do now.
“No, no, no… no lone.” Her eyes were still closed, her voice thick with sleep, but her intention was clear.
She didn’t want to be left alone.
Strangely, the emotion Kincaid felt the strongest was relief.
He didn’t particularly want to leave her alone. Considering what an intense scene she’d had, he was worried about sub drop. If she was alone in her bedroom, they wouldn’t know if she woke up in the middle of the night needing something, and because it was Amy, he was pretty sure if she did, she wouldn’t come get them. Even if she was in the middle of sub drop.
Maybe especially if she was in the middle of sub drop.
Staying with her felt like the better solution.
“I’ll go get into my sweats, then come trade places with you,” he told Zach. “We can all sleep in here tonight. Just to make sure she doesn’t wake up with sub drop.”
Some of the strain dropped from Zach’s expression, turning to the same relief Kincaid felt.
“Okay,” he said. “That sounds good. Maybe we should plan for us to all sleep together on scene nights in the future. I can’t blame her for not wanting to be alone afterward.”
Kincaid nodded.
“Agreed. We’ll talk to her about it in the morning.”
It made the most sense, after all.