33. Wyatt #2
Tacita grins up at me before pushing to her feet. “Great plan,” she tells me before bringing her mouth to mine, forcing me to taste Milo’s salty precum that lingers on her tongue. It’s erotic in so many ways, the synapses of my brain short circuiting.
Milo shifts on the bed next to me and wraps his fingers lightly around my shaft, as if testing the weight and girth of it. He runs his thumb up the line of piercings, distracting me from the kiss.
He’s watching his hand, but feeling me eyeing him, looks up. I see the trepidation swimming in his eyes, the silent question of will it hurt?
“It might burn a little,” I tell him truthfully. “But if it’s too much, you need to tell me to stop. This only works if you’re enjoying it, okay?” I palm his face and stroke his smooth cheek.
He nods.
Tacita moves to her back on the bed, reaching for Milo to pull him down over her. “Keep those beautiful eyes open and on me. I can read you like a book, but if I don’t, shake your head or tap my arm, and I’ll voice it for you.”
Milo leans in to kiss her gently and I run my other hand, the one that’s not been inside him up his back, before pushing myself closer to them both, forcing Tacita’s legs even wider so I can get my thighs where they need to be for this.
My cock nestles into the crack of his arse but I’m not trying to enter him just yet.
I need him to experience our girl first. As they continue kissing, I reach around his slimmer waist and palm his cock.
He groans into her mouth as I run the head up and down her wet core.
Her hips seek him out, notching him to her entrance.
Feeling him enter her, sliding through my guiding hand, shoots white hot pleasure down my spine.
I’ve had group sex before but never like this, never with this sort of connection.
It feels so right, like we’re all meant to be exactly right here, and joined as closely as it’s physically possible to be.
I may not be inside him yet, but I will be, and feeling him shiver underneath me as he experiences taking a woman for the first time is nothing short of one of the most memorable moments of my life.
He breaks the kiss, breathing hard. I can’t read his face from this angle but I can see our girl smiling up at him. Her hands grip onto his neck. “You can move, Milo.”
Her instruction makes me release a small laugh.
Moving my hand out of the way, I can’t help but also follow her order.
My own hips thrusting into Milo’s arse, forcing him to move deeper inside her.
Pouring some more of the lube into his crack to coat my dick, the slickness helps it slide against his hole, and before long he is taking over control of the movement as he grinds into our girl beneath him.
Fuck this, I can’t wait any longer. Gripping his hip to pause the rhythm he’s only just found, I use my other hand to guide the head of my dick to his entrance. “Ready to be filled Sweetheart?”
I can’t tell if he tries to speak but the garbled response urges me to push an increment, the head of my cock passing his barrier.
Tacita leans up to put her lips to his, her eyes remain open, staring up at me with those swirling amber pools.
She holds onto him as I thrust deeper, easing into him this first time as I know how big I am and how my piercings heighten all sensation. “Fuck, you feel so fucking tight, hot and tight and fucking delectable,” I praise, pushing that little bit extra to thrust Milo deeper into Tacita.
From that point on I lose all sense of reality. Nothing exists except them, our combined moans, a chorus, a soundtrack to all three of us climbing to that heady state of bliss together.
My hips move faster, I push deeper, feel Milo pulling my cock again and again deep into his body. We find a perfect synchronicity and it’s fucking magic. Tacita pulls her loose hair from underneath her shoulders, framing her in a rainbow of colours and I feel its vibrancy no matter where I look.
She’s the first to explode into orgasm, and from the way she arches back it’s an intense arrival.
My own core tightens at seeing her come, pulling me right to the edge.
Changing the tilt of my hips slightly, I know it’s all over for Milo as I peg his prostate.
His arse strangles my cock as he comes, still thrusting into our girl and claiming her as his.
And that thought throws me off the cliff to join them.
My cock erupts, pumping my seed into my boy and marking what’s mine.
A feral snarl works its way out of my throat and for a second, right at the high, I feel the new beast inside me roar.
My whole body pulses with a possessiveness I haven’t felt before.
Sure, I knew I was in love with both of them, but this is wilder, deeper, more consuming. Love seems fickle to this feeling.
They’re mine. End of.
Collapsing to Tacita’s right, Milo moves to her left. We have no option but to squash her between us with the stupid size of this small bed but right now I wouldn’t allow a single hair’s breadth more space between us.
Turning to my side, I grab Tacita’s lower jaw, bringing her lips to mine again and claiming her mouth. I repeat the move with Milo and tangle all of our legs together.
We’re sweat slick, hazy with post orgasm high, and I don’t think I’ve felt more blissful than I do right now.
The dragon under my skin rumbles, almost like it’s purring. The satisfaction radiating through my limbs is quickly replaced with an exhaustion so powerful I’m pulled into sleep surrounded by the two people who make up the central focus of my entire world.