Chapter 35
35
Zach
For someone who wasn’t ‘that much of a sadist,’ Kincaid was a real fucking sadist sometimes.
Zach gritted his teeth as Amy’s pussy clenched and rippled around him, her lips parted, body arching to thrust her breasts into the air as she came. Fuck, she was beautiful when she came. The flogger didn’t hurt so much as it was making his whole body feel extra sensitive, hyperaware, especially his shoulders and buttocks.
Watching Amy come and having to hold himself back?
That was the real pain.
Fingers gripped his hair, pulling his head back. Zach shuddered, panting for breath as he fought off his orgasm.
“She’s so pretty when she comes, isn’t she?” Kincaid asked, watching Amy writhe for them. His cock was right at Zach’s face height again, slowly thickening. “Does she feel good coming on your cock?”
“Yes,” Zach gritted out from between his teeth.
Such a fucking sadist, even if he didn’t get off on causing physical pain. Kincaid released Zach’s hair and ran his fingers over the sensitive skin on Zach’s back.
“Keep fucking her, but remember… no coming, or I’ll fuck her ass instead of yours.”
Fuck. Zach groaned as Amy’s pussy clamped down around him again, her expression lighting up as she tuned back into the conversation. It looked like she liked that idea. But fuck that. This was Zach’s chance to earn his fantasy—Kincaid’s cock in his ass while his was buried in Amy’s pussy—and he was not going to lose out on it.
He just had to think about anything else to keep him from coming.
Football.
No, baseball, because that’s what was in season.
Not that he followed either.
The new recipe he wanted to try out.
The way Amy diced zucchini.
That did it.
He took a deep breath in as Kincaid started flogging him again, and he started fucking Amy again, thrusting in and out of her as slowly as he could, keeping her hands pinned. At least he could keep her hands off him, so she couldn’t try to speed things along that way.
It was hard enough to keep himself under control with her wiggling and arching against him, her pussy squeezing and rippling around his cock. Every lash of the flogger made him jerk as his skin grew more and more sensitive under the leather. When Kincaid stepped forward to run his hand across Zach’s shoulders, then down to cup his buttocks, he leaned forward with a groan, his groin pressing against Amy’s clit, chest brushing against her nipples, and she cried out as she came again.
Fuck.
He panted, holding back his own orgasm with sheer willpower, even the mental image of her ridiculous dicing technique not entirely combating his need to come. Her legs pressed against his chest, almost as though trying to push him away—she might be as the second orgasm was going to make her exquisitely sensitive, which made holding his position all the more enjoyable… and all the more difficult to hold back his orgasm.
“My turn,” Kincaid said from right behind Zach, his voice a low murmur.
Amy cried out as Kincaid pulled the chain, tugging the clamps, then shrieked when he jerked hard, removing them all at once. Her pussy gripped Zach like a vise, not that either of them were given more than a second to recover as Kincaid pressed his hand down on Zach’s back, pressing him against Amy. Which was likely why he’d removed the clamps the way he had. It would leave her ultra-sensitive and throbbing after the initial sting of pain, and if he’d left them on, they would likely be painful in an un-fun way as Zach’s groin was completely flush with hers now.
Zach groaned as he felt the slick tip of Kincaid’s cock press against his anus. His own cock jerked and throbbed inside of Amy.
His boyfriend had taken his fantasy and was turning it into pure erotic torture.
Gripping Zach’s head, Kincaid pulled it back toward him, nipping at Zach’s earlobe as he began to slowly bury himself in Zach’s ass.
“Don’t forget, boy, you can’t come until I tell you to.”
“Yes, Sir.” Zach panted as he was stretched open, struggling with the overwhelming sensation of being sandwiched by pure pleasure. Yes, it hurt a bit to have Kincaid sinking into him, the slight burn of being invaded, but it felt so damn good, too. With his own cock buried in Amy, it was the most intense pleasure he’d ever experienced.
How the fuck he was supposed to keep from coming, he didn’t know, but he didn’t want to disappoint Kincaid. Not after everything they’d been through today. All he wanted was to give Kincaid exactly what he desired.
So, when Kincaid started to pull out, then thrust back in, pulling Zach with him, then pushing him in deep to Amy, using Zach like an extension of his own cock to fuck her, Zach held onto his orgasm by sheer willpower.
His brain fuzzed out as he was caught between his two lovers, Amy wrapped around him, Kincaid going deep inside him, both of them pouring more heat and pleasure through his body. Closing his eyes, he gasped and groaned as they moved against him, inside him, around him, all of his focus on not coming until Kincaid told him he could.
Amy
This was too much… it was all too much… yet she didn’t want it to ever stop.
Her position on the couch meant that even though both men were on top of her, she wasn’t bearing all of their weight, but they took her breath away, regardless. She could see Kincaid moving behind Zach, feel Zach’s cock moving inside her, and it was happening at the same time, which meant her brain was processing it as both of them moving inside her. Both of them fucking her. Both of them making love to her.
Zach’s new position also meant he was grinding against her poor clit, which was now smashed against his hard body. The wiry hair on his chest abraded her swollen nipples. All the little buds were throbbing from the clamps that Kincaid had yanked off her, and she was just glad it was the tweezer clamps because, while there had been a sharp burst of pain, at least those came off.
And because of how her body reacted to things, the pain had almost immediately transmuted into sheer pleasure, especially as Zach’s weight had pressed against her. She rubbed herself against him, everything that was so sensitive lighting her up like a Christmas display gone wild.
Kincaid’s gaze met hers over Zach’s shoulder as he groaned between them, his own eyes closed, his expression screwed into a grimace as though he was focusing inward. Probably trying not to orgasm while Kincaid fucked him into her.
She whimpered at the thought.
“How many orgasms have you had, princess?” Kincaid asked, still moving, still fucking Zach with long, slow strokes that had the other man rocking in and out of her pussy to the same rhythm.
“Two,” she replied, shuddering as her pussy clamped down around Zach’s cock.
She was already on her way to a third, and she didn’t know if she could handle much more than that. It seemed like they both wanted to push her limits on pleasure. Too many orgasms’r’us.
Kincaid smiled, a slow, almost sadistic smile. She was starting to think that Zach wasn’t the only sadist; Kincaid just hid his type of sadism a little better.
“Let’s see if we can do at least two more.”
Zach groaned again. “Fuck.”
He was panting. Two more orgasms were going to take some effort… and time. Time Kincaid definitely had because he had already orgasmed once. She was starting to understand why he’d wanted that quick and dirty blow job from Zach; it made it a lot easier for Kincaid to take his time now. And Amy could have as many orgasms as she could handle, maybe even more than she wanted. But poor Zach was having to hold himself back in edging hell. Kincaid had not been kidding about making Zach pay for it, and he clearly hadn’t been talking about anything harsh like a cane or a whip.
Hell, Amy would have preferred the physical impact punishment over what Zach was going through.
Note to self: don’t piss off Kincaid.
While he and Zach might do the Nice Dom, Mean Dom thing to play off each other, Kincaid was more like a Sneaky Dom coming in with the mean streak after your guard was down.
And he was mean.
The rhythm he used was hard enough to slowly rock Amy to her third orgasm, making her cry out and writhe underneath Zach, her pussy squeezing him over and over again as the pleasure rippled through her. He was panting and gasping and moaning, struggling to hold back his climax while she reached hers for the third time… and she wasn’t sure she wanted another.
She felt limp. Satisfied. Satiated. And incredibly oversensitive. The sensations were becoming too intense, ready to tip over the edge from pleasurable to painful. She squirmed underneath Zach, trying to get away from the overstimulation of her poor clit, which needed a break more than it needed another orgasm.
Too many orgasms for her, not enough for Zach, and Kincaid was grinning with pleasure as he continued to work himself in and out of Zach’s ass, fucking his way to his second climax.
“Last one, princess,” he said to her over Zach’s shoulder. Amy shook her head.
“I don’t think I can.”
“You can. And you will.” The utter confidence in his voice was enough to make her pussy spasm. “One more time for us, princess.”
He didn’t give her a chance to answer; he just started fucking Zach harder, making Zach cry out as his cock retreated, then plunged into Amy, his body moving to Kincaid’s whim. Starbursts shot through Amy’s body as Zach’s thrusts slammed him against her clit over and over again, and she cried out, arching beneath him, held in place by his hands and cock.
He was rigidly hard inside her, and she knew he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.
Kincaid
Wearing out two subbies at once wasn’t easy but it sure as hell was fun.
Zach’s ass gripped Kincaid’s cock as he buried himself inside his boyfriend again, their girlfriend moaning in half-protest, half-pleasure as she started the journey toward her fourth orgasm in a row. Amy was getting tired, overstimulated; Kincaid could see it. He wanted that last orgasm, though.
One more to go with his and Zach’s.
So, he switched things into high gear, pounding into Zach’s ass with abandon, forcing him to go along with the new pace. Amy’s reaction was gratifying. She might be fighting the final climax, but she was going to lose.
“Oh, fuck…” Zach started chanting, his ass spasming around Kincaid’s cock. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…”
Kincaid didn’t give him permission to come yet, though. They needed Amy closer to her climax. She was writhing, straining beneath Zach, panting for breath right along with him, though for an entirely different reason.
“That’s it, princess. We’re both fucking you right now.” Kincaid crooned. “And when we put you between us, you’ll have us both inside you, one in your pussy and one in your ass while we split you open. We’ll make you come over and over again until we’ve had enough.”
The volume of Zach’s chant increased.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…”
“Sometimes, we’ll pass you back and forth, our dirty little slut, filling you with so much cum that it’s dripping down your legs, then we’ll lick it off you before filling you up again.”
“ Oh, fuck.”
Zach didn’t just call Amy their little slut because she liked it; he called her that because he did, too. And Kincaid could tell that hearing him say it was almost too much for Zach. He bucked backward, impaling himself on Kincaid’s cock before jerking forward to bury himself in Amy’s pussy. Kincaid thrust in hard to pin him there while Amy let out a sharp cry as her eyes glazed over, pleasure slamming into her along with Zach’s cock.
His own pleasure surged, balls tightening as his need pushed at him. He had full control of both of them, sending his arousal to a fever pitch.
“Come for me.” It wasn’t a demand; it was an order. “Come for me, both of you.”
The cry that ripped from Zach’s throat was almost inhuman as he was freed to move in the way that he needed—the rhythm was wild, inconsistent, pushing himself back on Kincaid’s cock, thrusting himself into Amy. He only managed a few thrusts before he buried himself in her entirely. His ass clamped down around Kincaid’s cock, increasing Kincaid’s pleasure as Zach shuddered with ecstasy. Amy was crying out, too, slow tears leaking from her eyes at the assault on her senses, her lips open as she panted with overwhelming ecstasy.
Kincaid thrust hard into Zach, rocking him against her, prolonging both of their orgasms, using Zach’s hole as hard as he wanted to reach his own peak. He tumbled over it, freefalling through the orgasmic bliss that started from his core and swallowed him up.
The three of them moved together, rocking in unison, as the last dregs of pleasure were wrung from each of them.
For the first time, Kincaid felt completely whole.