Chapter 25
25
Kincaid
Holding on to both of his lovers as they came together was a heady experience. Kincaid didn’t need to be inside either of them to feel his power over them, and he felt it right now. Felt them quiver together, felt them sag as they both reached their climax. Felt Amy sink down as her arms went weak, though her head was still up and watching the scene on stage, thanks to Kincaid’s grip on her silky soft hair.
Ending the kiss with Zach, he grinned at his lover’s slightly glazed eyes.
“My turn.” He gave Zach another quick kiss before letting the other man’s neck go, so Zach could disengage from Amy.
Both of them worked together to flip her over on the table, getting her into position with her knees toward the ceiling and in a spot where she could still watch the threesome onstage if she turned her head. The light in their booth was dim, but Kincaid could easily see that her abused nipples were now dark red from the clamps, her pink pussy glistening from her juices. White cum dripped along the dark pink folds, moving down toward her crack.
Sitting down, Kincaid draped her legs over his shoulders with Zach’s help, lifting her lower back off of the table to lift her pussy to his mouth. The scent of sex filled his nose as he cupped her buttocks, spreading them apart so he could start where Zach’s cum had already dripped down.
Amy cried out, loud enough that he could hear it over the music and all the other people in the room, as his tongue pressed against her crinkled rosebud. He felt her legs flex, trying to escape, but he had a firm hold on her, and he wasn’t going to let her get away from him just because she wasn’t expecting a little analingus.
The salty taste of Zach’s cum coated his tongue, along with the sweeter flavor of Amy’s juices, and it was delicious. He moved his tongue over her little hole, teasing the sensitive nerve endings there, demonstrating his domination over her body as he didn’t allow her squirming to deter him from what he wanted to do. Only after he’d felt her relax into it, no longer trying to wriggle away from his questing tongue, did he give her anus a last few licks before dragging his tongue upward, collecting more of Zach’s cum along the way.
He felt her shudder when he reached her pussy, felt the way she moved to press herself more firmly against his mouth. The taste of cum and pussy was much stronger here, of course. Since Zach’s cock had just stretched her open, it was easy to get his tongue inside her, questing for more cum in her sloppy pussy.
At some point, he was going to want to take turns with Zach, so he could feel his dick sliding into Zach’s cum in her pussy. They could take her over and over again, one resting while the other fucked her, filling her with as much cum as they could until she couldn’t take anymore.
Fuck.
His dick throbbed against the front of his pants.
Even though he was licking Zach’s cum out of her, and it wasn’t going to be quite the same, he still couldn’t wait to take her again now, so soon after Zach had. Feeling her all soft and wet from her orgasm, knowing she was even more sensitive than normal, and having her wrapped around his dick.
He had no regrets about taking her mouth last time, but that wasn’t what he wanted this time.
Sucking her clit between his lips, he enjoyed the way she tried to levitate against his mouth. He looked up along the length of her body to watch her soft stomach ripple as she panted for breath, squirming against his tongue. Zach had her arms above her head, reaching toward where he was seated on the other side of the booth, holding her wrists down with one hand while his other toyed with her breast. She was pinned in place between them.
Grinning, Kincaid gave her clit a last, hard suckle before releasing the swollen bud with a little pop. Getting to his feet, he kept her legs against his chest as he lined his cock up with her pussy and thrust in with no preamble. She didn’t need it. Her pussy was sopping wet, already stretched from Zach fucking her, and his cock easily slid in to the hilt.
He groaned with pure pleasure as her wet heat wrapped around him, pussy muscles spasming as he slammed home. Amy cried out, her back arching upward, and Zach took full advantage to close his hand around her full breast, his fingers pinching her already sore nipple. Kincaid could feel the effect of the torment as her pussy clenched around him again.
Wrapping his hands around her thighs as he leaned forward, pressing them against his chest, he started fucking her harder and faster. He wasn’t paying attention to what was happening on stage, and neither were Zach or Amy. Zach was watching Kincaid fuck her into the table, and Amy was looking up at him, her mouth open in a little ‘o’, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed as he pounded her toward another climax.
She felt so fucking good, her body quivering underneath his. Zach was still holding her hands down. He’d released her breast, sitting back to watch, which meant all her focus would be on the feel of Kincaid’s cock sliding back and forth inside her. He shifted his own hand on her.
With the music, the long wait, he didn’t want to have to hold back, but he did want her to cum on his cock. So, he splayed his hand out over her mound, his thumb dipping down to rub against her slippery clit with every thrust of his cock. Her head thrashed from side to side as he began to circle the little bud, his body slamming against his thumb to add pressure every time he thrust in.
Her scream of ecstasy was lost in the cacophony of sound that crescendoed around them.
Amy
She’d had the fantasy… she just hadn’t realized it would feel like this.
Every part of her body felt like an erogenous zone; she was so sensitive after multiple orgasms. They’d gone from denial to overload, and she wasn’t sure how much she would be able to take.
Each one felt like she couldn’t possibly have another, then it happened again.
When Kincaid slid inside her, stretching her open, bending her in half, she’d been sure she was only capable of hazy floating on the cloud of pleasure that she’d already landed on. Then he’d put his hand on her lower body, this thumb on her clit, and she’d been launched into another stratosphere, sobbing from the agonizing ecstasy of another orgasm.
Zach held her down as she fought against him, her body completely vulnerable to them. She couldn’t stop the sensual assault, couldn’t stop the painful build of sensation, couldn’t stop them from doing whatever they wanted to her.
Then Kincaid slid his hand away from her throbbing nub to grip her hips. Amy writhed beneath him, her hands now gripping Zach’s forearms as he held her in place for his boyfriend. In the flickering darkness, Kincaid’s features were foreboding, his concentration absolute, as he pounded into her.
“Please…” she begged, without knowing whether she was begging him to stop or to keep going. “Please…”
His fingers tightened, bruising her hips, and she cried out again as he slammed into her, his hard body rubbing against her oversensitive pussy and clit. It was heaven. It was hell. She sobbed as the pleasure and pain rose over her like a tidal wave and crashed, tumbling her senses like a tiny shell through the rolling waters.
Inside her, she could feel Kincaid throbbing against her clenching muscles, feel the heat as he came. She felt, more than heard, his low groan.
She was so wrapped up in him, in Zach, that she had almost forgotten there were people in the booths around them, that there was another throuple onstage. They had finished their show, and she didn’t even notice until the lights went dark again.
“My turn for dessert,” Zach whispered in her ear just as Kincaid disengaged in the darkness, his cock sliding from her aching channel.
Amy whimpered.
She must have been mad asking for this.
But she couldn’t find her voice as they spun her around.
Couldn’t bring herself to stop them.
Because even though she wasn’t sure she could take it, she still wanted them to finish it.
Zach’s mouth came down on her pussy, his tongue lapping up Kincaid’s cum the same way Kincaid had done his. Hands closed over her breasts, cupping and massaging, squeezing the tender mounds. Kincaid was playing with her while Zach feasted on her.
She couldn’t take anymore.
She really couldn’t.
Then she felt Zach’s finger rubbing through the combined juices coating her skin, felt him pushing against her anus. She cried out as his finger pushed inside the tight little hole, adding a whole new sensation to the litany she was already experiencing.
Crying out, Amy clenched, quivering. Slow tears slid down her cheeks in the darkness, as if the sensory overload was escaping through her eyes because it had no other way out.
She couldn’t possibly cum again.
She couldn’t.
Except she was going to.
She fought it, straining, trying to outlast the cleaning that Zach was giving her… but he was determined.
“One more,” Kincaid murmured, leaning down next to her ear so she could hear him. “Be a good girl, and come for us one more time.”
His hands massaged her breasts as Zach’s tongue circled her clit. His finger worked back and forth in her ass, stimulating entirely new nerve endings.
Amy’s head thrashed from side to side.
“I can’t!”
“Yes, you can.” Kincaid’s hands became rougher on her breasts, his fingers pinching and tugging on her very sore nipples, sending a hot flash of pain straight through to her core. “Come for us, princess.”
Zach sucked her clit, his tongue fluttering against the sensitive nub, and Amy cried out as a second finger pushed into her ass, stretching her. The sting, the burn, the hot bursts of pain mixed with pleasure…
It sent her over the edge again, and she sobbed as she fell, sure her body couldn’t handle anything more, that the multiple ‘little deaths’ were the end of her.
Yet she didn’t black out.
She felt Kincaid’s hands gentle, felt the final caress. Felt Zach’s final lick. She closed her eyes and floated, trusting them to take care of her, but she wasn’t asleep, either.
She felt everything.
Heard everything.
The rasp of fabric over sensitive flesh.
The strong hands lifting her from the table.
The arms holding her securely against a broad chest.
They took the elevator down. It felt like she was falling again, but she could feel the presence of both men—one holding her, one beside her—keeping her safe.
Kincaid carried her to the car, then Zach held her in his lap in the back seat on the way home. She could tell who was who more by their smell than anything else since they were both quiet. They felt the same as they held her.
They both helped get her undressed, cleaned up, and into pajamas, though she felt more like a ragdoll than a human being. Even though she was aware , she wasn’t exactly functional. She leaned on them, sighing, humming, and occasionally whimpering when they touched a particularly sensitive spot.
Zach made her whimper far more than Kincaid did until Kincaid finally slapped his hand away from her sore nipple. Mentally, she thanked him, even if she couldn’t find the words right now. She just sighed with relief.
They got her into her bed, between them, which was exactly where she wanted to be.
As darkness finally swallowed her up, she wistfully wished it could always be this way.