Chapter 13 #2
I find myself sprawled on top of him, my thighs spread wide over his hips as he rocks gently in and out of me, more teasing than actually fucking.
Even that has me out of my mind, distracted completely from August’s mysterious intentions, and it’s not until I hear the quiet click of a bottle being closed, that it registers exactly what I’m in for.
“Um.” I let out a wavering laugh, peeking over my shoulder as August climbs onto the bed behind me, naked and so handsome it makes my teeth hurt.
“Are you—” The question transforms to a wanton moan as the doctor takes hold of my hip in one hand, bringing the other—slick with lubricant—to the other hole between my cheeks.
Beneath me, Wells’ chest shakes with silent laughter. “Stay still,” he orders, pressing his lips to my jaw as I watch the muscles beneath the skin of August’s arm tighten with his ministrations.
I gasp as he slips a single finger inside me. This isn’t the first time having anal sex occurred to me, but the fantasies definitely never included having another, very large man already inside me. “I don’t think you’ll fit,” I whimper, my voice breaking. “You’re both so big…”
“Shhh,” August hushes me, his lips curving in his trademark smirk, attention focused wholly on his task. “Let us worry about that.”
As far as reassurance goes, this isn’t especially helpful. My cheeks are blazing as I let my forehead drop to Wells’ shoulder, overwhelmed by the onslaught of stimulation between my legs.
Reservations or not, however, it’s not long before I lose myself in the moment. My pussy is drenching Wells’ cock, sloppy and swollen as he fucks me in tiny, agonizing pulses of his hips, leaving me on edge as August fills my untried entrance with one finger, then two, then three.
Neither of them seems to be in any rush, but every second of this only makes me more desperately horny.
But then, without warning, they’re both gone; Wells lifting me off his cock as August’s stimulation ceases, leaving me horribly empty.
“Patience,” Wells hisses, easing me down over his shaft, allowing me a few seconds of grinding before his hands tighten on my hips, keeping me still. Behind me, August shifts his position, and as the broad head of his cock bumps my rear entrance, I’m so worked up that I’m not even a little afraid.
I will take anything.
That doesn’t make it easy, though, and my cry splits the quiet of the room as he eases forward.
Even with all his careful preparation, my reluctant entrance doesn’t give way easily.
We both groan as my body finally yields to the intense pressure, burning from the stretch necessary to accommodate the intrusion.
Panting, I try to shift and squirm, but a large, male hand—I don’t know whose—settles on the base of my spine to hold me still.
“That’s it,” coos Wells, his beard rough against my cheek. “You’re doing great, honey.”
August hisses, “Relax for me, Lace. Deep breaths.”
“You can take it,” Wells promises me. His hands grip my ass, holding me open, and allowing August to sink deeper.
There is nowhere for me to go, and nothing else for me to do but take it. My legs are still bracketing Wells’ hips, and my pussy is still pressed snug against his rigid shaft as August looms over me from behind, fucking his way into my virgin ass.
It’s… Too overwhelming. Too hot. Too deep.
Too much.
I never want it to end.
A deep, rumbling groan issues from the man beneath me as August gives me a little more than I’m ready for, and I buck against their hold, whining.
“You’re getting wetter and wetter,” Wells murmurs approvingly, and his fingers tighten on my bottom as he steals a brief, searing kiss from my parted lips. “You like being a good little fucktoy for us, huh?”
The noise I make is half laugh, half moan. Even in my very horniest of daydreams, it never would have occurred to me to want this. The things we’re doing, the things they’re saying to me, are so filthy that I’ll probably spend the rest of my life blushing when I think about them.
My clit bumps the bulbous crown of Wells’ cock, and as I tremble, I feel my body open, allowing the remaining inches of August’s to fill me. It’s sudden and sharp, and a little painful.
Good, though. Really good.
“Oh,” I whimper, my forehead falling back to Wells’ chest as August begins to pulse gently in and out, giving me just enough to adjust.
“Keep your ass up, just like that. That’s a good girl,” he grunts, his forearms straining as he holds himself over us on the mattress.
Against my slick, aching pussy, Wells’ shaft throbs. “She’s ready for it. Fuck her nice and hard. Loosen her up for me.”
Wells tilts his chin in silent invitation, and August dives forward. Dizzy with lust, I watch as the guys kiss, harder and harsher than either of them would me. They’re caught up in each other, making out as the pace of August’s thrusts becomes rough and unapologetic.
I cry out every time his hips meet my ass, our skin slapping together, and the force of every thrust pushes my slick sex over the erection resting—waiting—against Wells’ lower belly.
Never, not once in my entire life, can I recall ever being so totally uninhibited and shameless.
They’re praising it, too. As the room spins around me, my eyes fluttering closed as I focus on the overwhelming onslaught of sensations, deep, male voices are telling me how good I feel.
How tight I am. How perky my tits are. How good it’s going to be when I’m taking them both.
It isn’t long before I’m begging for it. “I want it,” I sob, my entire body shaking as my arousal floods over Wells’ cock, and August’s fingers are so tight on my hips that there will be bruises. “I want it so bad.”
“Come then,” someone growls.
Like a switch being flipped, my body goes off, pleasure surging up my spine and through every nerve in my body, and I’m still coming when August stops fucking me.
He’s still inside my ass, long and thick, and as he adjusts his stance, my hips are guided up, too. I’m so hazy from my orgasm that I don’t realize what’s happening until it already is.
My entrance is still tender from what they did to me last night, and the intimate muscles pull and burn in protest as Wells reaches between our bodies. His jaw is strained as he guides himself into position.
I’m having some second thoughts here.
“It’s not going to fit,” I whisper, my voice breaking through the chorus of ragged breathing and groaning bedsprings. “There’s no way.”
In response, August pulls me down.
I’m stuffed full, filled so completely and abruptly that I scream, my body convulsing in an orgasm that is both the most intense and the most painful of my life.
The pressure is impossibly intense. They’re everywhere, taking up every last bit of space inside me.
Me, the horny little slut who ended up naked and sandwiched between two men who are both old enough to be her father.
There is no finesse to the way they fuck me.
I’m caught in a greedy, animalistic mess of hands and cocks, and bare, damp skin.
I’m shoved back and forth between them, sometimes filled by one or the other, other times by both.
Sometimes I find myself empty, and my moan of protest turns to a squeal as they both shove their way back in at once.
“Can you feel—” I manage to gasp, but my words falter, turning to a whine as Wells tilts my hips just right, dragging my swollen clit over the coarse hair at his base.
August’s teeth graze my shoulder. “Yeah, baby. I can feel you both. Do you want me to show you how to get him off extra hard?”
Beneath me, Wells’ jaw tightens.
Though I can’t see him, I can hear the mischief in August’s voice. “Call him what you did downstairs.”
The memory comes back to me, and in this context, no longer colored by the embarrassment of the moment it happened, I imagine I can see the flash of desire that appeared in Wells’ face when I said… that.
Heat is tightening and tightening in the lowest part of my belly, becoming unbearable as the two men continue rutting into me, desperate and relentless.
My teeth graze the patch of tender skin below Wells’ ear as I moan the words I know he wants to hear. “Come inside me, daddy.”
And he does.
Hard.