Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
No. Refractory. Period.
Here I thought that was just an urban myth.
My body melts against Reid’s warmth, still feeling every inch of him imprinted inside me. Desperately aching to be full again. Craving another round of that delicious stretch and drag against my inner walls.
“See how hard he is already for you. Age is just a number, isn’t it, mon big?”
“Oh my god.” A rush of air leaves my lungs.
“He’ll love to hear you moan that in your soft, sweet little voice all night long if you let him.”
Certainly, the evidence thickening and stiffening beneath my body proves that to be entirely true. He’s hard in almost no time at all.
I’ve only ever been with men who do the bare minimum to get themselves off.
The type to roll over and start snoring within thirty seconds.
This? The way Reid keeps running his hot palms over me, the way Henri’s presence fills my awareness from behind me…
no detailed explanation is required to understand that this is only a momentary pause to catch my breath.
I should have done some stretches before this. My thighs and non-existent arm muscles burn in the best way possible.
Henri keeps one hand squeezing my ass, and traces a fingertip ever so slowly from the back of my knee, all the way up to the other cheek.
My mouth waters for more. To be filled again, this time with Reid in my mouth, and Henri in my pussy.
How could a girl like me go from zero sex to feeling as greedy as this?
“Parfaite.” That single word ghosts across my skin, illuminates something deep in my core, shining a light on a part of me I didn’t know existed.
Then he ever so slowly torments me. He fingers me, first with one, then two digits.
And what I realize after a few mind-numbing moments is that he keeps sweeping up cum and is pushing all that slippery wetness back in.
“Do you like how that feels?” His voice is thick, dripping with seductive allure.
He knows I do. My pussy tightens around him. Giving away my secrets.
Another swipe. Another push inside. Another squeeze of my ass holding me in place for me to do exactly as he likes.
I moan softly, grazing my teeth over Reid’s stomach.
“What do you like most about it?” The cowboy beneath me, who I want to ride until dawn, asks. His words might be smoky and lust-filled, but there’s genuine curiosity there.
“I like that it feels a little dirty.”
“What else?” Henri continues to press forward, ensuring the evidence of Reid is further inside. Not letting a drop leave my pussy.
“I like…” It’s impossible to vocalize. That everything about this feels like they own me somehow. That they’ll be marking me as theirs by spilling their seed freely inside me. That they treat me as if I’m precious and have already welcomed me into such an intimate part of their relationship.
But that’s my dopamine and oxytocin-soaked brain talking.
I am the orgasm equivalent of Christmas cake soaked in ninety-proof rum.
I can’t say that out loud. So I settle on the mechanics, because my heart has absolutely no business getting involved in this conversation. “I like knowing that you’ve been there—that both of you have been there.”
“Does it feel good? Can you feel how much it makes us feel good, too?” Reid’s thick cock jerks beneath me as he speaks.
Nodding, I suck in a sharp breath as Henri curls his fingers and rubs that holy-fucking-hell spot I didn’t know existed. “I… I want you both to feel good.”
“So pretty. Your pussy looks beautiful, filled with us. Filthy and messy and so good for us.”
“Do that again.” I sob, my walls clenching around his thick fingers. The metal of his rings brushes the sensitive part of me, the place where he spears into my entrance.
“Would you like to feel like this all day?”
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation. Too far gone to pretend otherwise.
“Does it turn you on to have a pussy overflowing with cum? To have us dripping down your legs?”
My thighs tremble. “So much. I want that so much.”
“You’d have to be a good girl and wear proper panties. Not this coquine excuse, barely covering anything at all. Keep all that cum where it belongs. Don’t want you wasting any.” Henri’s dirty talk is going to slay both me and my pussy.
Where it belongs.
Those three words leave me gasping. Possessive talk about filling me with cum and making sure I always have them inside me shouldn’t be turning me on. Not after barely half a day. I’ve tripped and ended up here in a fantasy, living and breathing the unimaginable with these men.
Maybe that’s what has me agreeing.
Pleading.
Whimpering
Telling him through shivering lips that I want exactly that.
“Mmm. So polite. You could have our cocks anytime, you know. You don’t even need to ask. Maybe you’ll wake up in the morning, and one of us will already be inside you, hard and hot and ready to spill.”
A low moan rips its way out of my throat. Henri keeps pushing cum back inside my pussy, and I can’t even see straight, can’t think. His sinful mouth and fingers continue their assault on my senses.
“Please, Henri.” Fuck me. Fill me.
“Oh, are you ready for more? Looks like your cowboy is even more inspired than usual.” The smirk in his voice is evident, knowing that Reid is already hard.
“He’s always had a quick turnaround time, which makes for a lot of fun…
but this is particularly rapid. One taste of such a pretty thing and now he’s gonna be bricked up non-stop. ”
There’s no doubt I’m simply drunk on pleasure at this stage, nodding along frantically. Anything to submit and please and show him that I want his cock too.
He tasted so good, those hints of his tangy precum still linger on my taste buds.
Will Reid taste the same? If one of them were to use my mouth in the middle of the night, while it was pitch black and snowing silently outside, would I be able to tell them apart with nothing more than the evidence of their arousal painting my lips and hitting the back of my throat?
“Need to hear you use your words, sweet thing.” Reid strokes my face.
“Yes. I want that. I’m ready for more. Please.”
Henri takes a deep inhale, then groans. So close, the vibration of his words gusts right against my core. “Thank god, I’m dying to taste the two of you together.”
A gasp leaves my lips. I expected his cock. I expected the feeling of his weight bearing down and the intrusion of him fitting inside. “Wh—what are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer. My head spins off its axis as he dives between my legs from behind.
His tongue and scrape of his mustache is a heady, overwhelming mix of sensations as he eats me out.
All while Reid’s cum is there. I feel wetness running down my thighs—no doubt a mix of all things carnal, my arousal, Reid’s cum, and his saliva—and the idea of that is so damn filthy it leaves me trembling with how much I love this.
My body has slid lower, where I’m draped forward over Reid.
Whether that’s me or Henri’s doing, I don’t know.
What is evident is his erection. Rock hard and demanding, wet with the aftermath of both our releases.
As my gaze drifts to rest on his handsomeness, to take in his intent expression, he stares back at me.
The whole time, he watches the two of us heatedly.
He murmurs soft endearments I hardly catch, telling me how beautiful I look—and I don’t think before meeting him I could have ever believed such a thing.
Yet, he makes me believe it. He’s the most convincing fake boyfriend I could ever dream of.
The way Henri spears his tongue and uses his fingers is too much. It’s too good. I’m consumed with the need to give something to Reid in all this, to give him something even better to enjoy the sight of. I readjust myself a little, allowing the swollen head of his dick to slide between my breasts.
His reaction leaves me with a rush of blood to my core, my pulse spiking.
“Jesus. Fuck.” Reid grunts, his head tips back, and the way his throat bobs with strain evident in his muscles is so sexy. “Spit on it, baby.” He tells me coarsely. Eyes darkened and heavy-lidded.
My nipples turn to diamonds.
Henri’s sinful mouth disappears, and I swear to God my entire clit and pussy throbs with a heartbeat of its own.
Everything contracts inside me, tingling sensations flurry through my veins, as I allow a long line of saliva to drop from my lips. His flushed head glistens already, and as that wetness hits his cock, sliding down to trace the heavy vein on the underside of his length, his hips jerk.
At my back, Henri fits himself at my entrance.
As if he’s in tune with every movement. The second Reid’s thick cock pushes between my breasts, he slides into my pussy.
The dual sensation leaves me whimpering.
Henri sinks to the hilt in one pulsating long shove forward.
He invades, owns, enters all the way until his hips drive against my ass.
I’m so turned on, so slick with cum, that my body welcomes him easily.
He fucks both of us, thrusting me against Reid’s cock. Each saliva-coated slide of him between my cleavage sends an ache building in my nipples, and desperate heat zapping a line down to my clit.
“Christ.” Above me, Reid makes a ragged noise. “Mia. Ffffuuuck.”
I love how he sounds so undone by me. I love the weight of him, velvety smooth and hot between my tits. I love the musky scent of him.
I also really fucking love having Henri’s fat cock drilling into me from behind.
Each pump forward rubs me all over Reid, and wicked temptation curls inside me. This position is a whole lot of depraved, feeling more than a little like he’s using me to get his boyfriend off.
“You want to taste us too?” Reid’s stomach clenches; his words drift over me. I realize I’ve begun nuzzling at his thighs, his groin, and he doesn’t even need to hear my eagerness. He simply guides me to take him into my mouth.