39. Adam
CHAPTER 39
ADAM
F uck.
The taste of Max on my mouth, mixed with the taste of Drew, has me ready to blow. It makes me want to have him fuck her just so I can taste her pussy on his cock. Especially when she’s sitting there, reclined in front of us, eyes heavy, lips red from both of our kisses. I want to force her back over here, but I’m also curious to see what she’s about to do.
“What are you wanting to see?” I challenge, wanting her to be specific in what she wants us to do.
I’ll let her play for a little bit, but I’ll end up taking control like I always do.
Max looks between the two of us, and I don’t miss the subtle way she presses her thighs together, thinking we won’t notice. I don’t even need to look at Drew to know that he saw it, too.
“Kiss again,” she commands softly.
I don’t need her to tell us twice. Turning toward Drew, I grab the back of his head and slam our mouths together. Kissing Drew has always been on my terms and the way I like it. Rough, messy, and easy. He takes what I give, and he gives as good as he takes. We balance each other out in the best way sexually and it’s been too long.
Nothing about this is sweet or slow—it never has been. We’ve always had one intention when we’re together and it’s to find the best way to get each other off. Right now, we’re falling into old habits, which is even more obvious when Drew starts to pull at my shirt. I let him, even though Max hasn’t said anything.
If she’s not going to instruct us to do what she wants, then we’re going to do whatever we want and she’s just going to be here for the show. The thought of her watching us makes me even harder. I bet she’ll touch her tight little pussy while she does. I want her to join in so badly.
“Touch each other,” she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper and I hear the breathy tone of it like she’s struggling to breathe.
I break away from Drew’s kiss to look over at her while he continues to kiss and nip the skin of my throat. “Touch each other how? You need to be specific, baby girl.”
Max’s jaw drops slightly like she’s unsure of what to say and I smirk. Unable to stop myself, I yank at Drew’s pants, and he groans as his dick bobs free. And again, when I wrap my hand around him, feeling the piercings on the underside against my palm.
“Like this?” I ask her, while stroking my hand along him.
Max nods. “Yes, both of you.”
Drew doesn’t waste any time, freeing my own cock from my pants and wrapping his hand around me so tightly, I grunt. He knows what I want, he knows the bite of pain I need. He also knows this is one of the only touches I won’t deny.
“Fuck,” I groan when he runs his thumb along the sensitive area right below the crown.
His lips are on mine again as we fuck each other’s hands. It feels so good, and yet isn’t enough at the same time. Our tongues thrash against each other, hips thrusting into each other’s hands and I think I hear Max make a small noise of pleasure.
Drew moans, breaking our kiss and I work him harder, pressing our forehead together as I say, “You think Max should touch herself while she watches?”
Drew nods. “Yeah, she fucking should. Or she could come over here and help us.”
“Hm,” I hum, looking at her.
Her eyes are hooded, and I see her conflict as she thinks about it. I make sure to tighten my grip on Drew’s cock, rubbing my thumb along a piercing in the way I know makes him moan loudly and it works as it always does.
Max’s eyes flare with desire and I want nothing more than for her own hands to take over, or for her to join in some way. Instead, she stands, and I think she’s about to close the small distance between us. Instead, she hooks her thumbs in her pants and pushes them down to reveal the white thong she’s wearing.
Both Drew and I are fixated on her, hardly moving as we wait to see what she’s going to do. When she sits back down on the ottoman, I almost lose it. But then she draws her feet up there with her, spreading her legs to show the drenched fabric resting between her thighs and my mouth waters.
“Keep going,” she demands at the same time her hand slides along the wet fabric, pulling it aside to reveal a glimpse of her glistening pink pussy. “Keep. Going,” she repeats.
“Shit,” Drew mutters, his hand working my cock even harder. I need more, and I want her to still feel like she’s in control to some extent, but I need her to know that I am, too.
Which is why I move away from Drew slightly, sitting back on the couch, and guiding his head down to my lap. He goes so easily, his mouth enveloping my dick, instantly taking me to the back of his throat. My eyes remain locked on Max. Her hand stilled as she watches us, completely transfixed. Particularly on Drew as he swallows me.
“Keep going,” I repeat her words back to her and she looks up at me.
I stretch my arms out on the back of my couch, watching Max rub her clit with the pads of her fingers before she pushes a single digit inside her soaking pussy while Drew licks and sucks my cock. I want this to keep going forever. Both of them just like this, but my hips start to thrust up further into Drew’s throat and he takes it like a fucking champ. While Max uses her hand to fuck herself even harder, watching us.
She bites back a moan, and I can tell she’s getting close.
“Don’t come,” I tell her, not caring if I’m taking control now.
She whimpers, “Why?”
“Because you’re not wasting something so perfect on your fingers. You’re going to come on one of our mouths or cocks tonight. Maybe both.”
I feel Drew’s hum of agreement around me, and it causes me to thrust up even harder and he swallows around me, not even gagging.
I’m getting too close; I can’t take this much longer, and so is she. I pull Drew off me and stand up. He looks up at me, lips red and swollen while Max pauses, but keeps a finger buried inside herself, though she’s looking at me like she’s waiting for whatever’s about to come next.
To Drew I say, “Lay down.” And he does, lying on the couch, his large frame taking up the entire space.
Then To Max, I say, “straddle his face.”
She looks at me, shocked and I wonder if she’s about to fight the order. But like the good fucking girl she is, she stands up and pushes off her useless panties, stepping up to the couch. Drew gives her a heat-filled look that I know extremely well. Before she has a chance to do it herself, he’s pulling her onto him. She squeals, trying to lift off slightly, but doesn’t let her. Instead, he wraps his arms around her thighs and pulls her down to his mouth.
“Coach said to straddle my face, little one, so you better suffocate me with this sweet cunt,” he growls, right before burying his face in her. I can tell when she cries out that he’s using his talented mouth on her and that she’s not going to last long.
So, I drop to my knees on the side of the couch, gripping his cock before sucking him into my mouth. He groans, and I know Max feels it because of the sweet sound of pleasure she lets out. It only makes me suck harder because I know exactly what he needs, just like he knows what I like. I run my tongue along the underside of him before sucking him into my throat again, and he groans.
“Wha—fuck.” Max turns to look over her shoulder to see me and lets out a loud moan the second she does. “Let me turn around.”
Drew lets go for a second, allowing her to turn before yanking her back down onto his mouth. She leans forward, bracing her hands on his abdomen, and watches me.
“You wanted to watch?” I ask with a smirk.
“I wanted a front row seat.” She smirks right before Drew does something that has her dropping her head in a loud moan. The curtain of red hair falls around her and I can’t help but try to make her front row seat worth it.
I take Drew into the back of my throat once again and can hear him groan his answer against Max’s pussy. She grinds down onto his face, and I watch, entranced while I work to try and get Drew to come. Hard.
I’m practically humping the side of the couch at everything that’s going on. The mixture of all our moans, the wet sounds coming from our mouths and then Max starts chanting some variation of "yes, more, fuck, please." I suck Drew in further and swallow around him.
They’re both close, and it doesn’t take long before Max is screaming out her release, which triggers Drew to come down my throat. I take everything he gives me, swallowing every drop.
As soon as he’s done, I sit up, grab the back of Max’s head, smashing our mouths together. Her tongue immediately tangles with mine and I pull her off Drew, and onto my lap on the floor. My dick is begging to feel her again, especially as her bare pussy drips onto it.
I hear Drew, who has come closer, speaking close to Max, “You want to fuck him? Want to feel him fill your tight little pussy again?”
I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, when she gives her answering moan, “ Yes. ”
“You heard her, then, Coach. Give the girl what she wants.”
“You want to watch me fuck her?” I ask with a smirk.
“Fuck yeah I do.”
I rub my cock through her slick folds and feel how wet she is from Drew’s mouth and her orgasm. She lifts slightly and I hold her hips slamming her down onto me. She cries out at the intrusion but starts rubbing herself against me almost instantly.
Drew is right behind her, he’s moved her hair over her shoulder while he kisses, licks and bites her neck, pulling the collar of her shirt to the side before lifting it off her easily.
My mouth finds one of her peaked nipples, sucking it into my mouth while guiding her hips as mine meet hers with even thrusts. Her head drops back against Drew as both of our mouths are on her and my dick is buried inside her.
“Gonna need you to come for us again,” I groan, moving her so she rubs her clit against my groin while I fuck up into her. Moving my mouth to her other nipple and sucking hard, grazing my teeth around the peak.
“I’m close, fuck, how—” She moans, rubbing even harder and I can’t help it—I need more.
“Drew, move,” I tell him roughly, and he listens easily, moving to the other side of the couch so I’m able to lift Max up and lay her back on the couch, wrapping her legs around my waist as I pound into her.
Max reaches up behind her, searching for something to hold onto as I feel her get closer, squeezing around me. Drew grabs her hands in one of his and she arches her back.
“Come on, little one, come all over him. Soak his cock, then we can clean him up.”
“Oh fuck,” I groan, my hips stuttering as my balls tighten and I feel my orgasm closing in.
I rub Max’s overstimulated bundle of nerves, because I need her to get there before me. She comes with a scream as Drew continues to hold her down while I fuck her so hard I think the couch has scooted across the floor.
Once my orgasm hits, I lean over, catching myself on the couch, barely keeping my weight off her as I come harder than I ever have \while she writhes against me, quivering with the aftershocks. I don’t want to pull out of her. I want to stay right here, but I’m sure she’s done. For now.
I pull out slowly and she lets out a small whimper at the loss. That’s when Drew leans down, licking her orgasm from my cock with a single swipe of his tongue that has me almost ready to go again. She watches Drew with so much heat in her eyes it makes me think she may not be done.
She manages to sit up slightly, looking between Drew and me. I may not know what’s going to happen after this, but it solidified one thing—and that’s the fact that none of us are going to give her up.
She’d better understand what this means, because we all want her. We’re all going to have her and there’s nothing that could take her away from all of us now.