Chapter 24 Maren #2
I ran my hands over his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle, then lower, mapping every dip and plane with my fingertips before following with my mouth.
My lips brushed his collarbone, sucking lightly, then down to his pecs. I licked over one flat nipple, feeling it pebble under my tongue, then grazed it with my teeth. Thomas hissed, his hand fisting the sheets but staying put because I'd told him to.
I worked my way down his abs, kissing and licking the defined lines, dipping my tongue into his navel.
His cock throbbed against my breasts as I reached it, heavy and veined.
I nuzzled the base first, inhaling his clean, masculine scent, then dragged my tongue up the underside in one slow, wet stripe.
He groaned deeply when I swirled around the flushed head, tasting the salty bead of precum leaking there.
I sucked him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks, taking him deeper until he hit the back of my throat.
Bobbing slowly, I explored every inch...
sucking, licking, humming around him while my hands massaged his balls.
"Fuck, Maren," he muttered, voice strained.
I pulled off with a pop and moved to Brady.
Undressing him was just as deliberate. His cock was thick, slightly curved, already rock hard and eager.
I kissed down his body with more playfulness...
nipping at his hips, licking the V-lines that drove me crazy.
When I reached his cock, I teased him mercilessly, licking broad stripes along the shaft while looking up at him.
"You like watching me worship you?" I asked, voice husky.
"God, yes," Brady laughed breathlessly. "Keep going."
I took him deep, relaxing my throat to swallow around his girth. Saliva dripped down as I worked him, one hand stroking what I couldn't fit, the other teasing his sack. He bucked slightly, but I held control, edging him with slow sucks and fast flicks of my tongue until he was cursing colorfully.
Damian was last. I stripped him bare, admiring the way his muscles flexed under my touch.
His cock was the girthiest, heavy and intimidating in the best way.
I explored him thoroughly... kissing his inner thighs first, sucking marks into the sensitive skin there, then lavishing attention on his balls, sucking one into my mouth while stroking his shaft.
He moaned my name, charming facade completely shattered. When I finally sucked his cock, I took my time, stretching my lips wide around him, tongue pressing along the thick vein underneath.
I alternated between all three, crawling between them on the bed, sucking one while stroking the others, my own arousal dripping down my thighs. Their cocks glistened with my spit, chests heaving, eyes locked on me with raw hunger.
"Enough teasing," I said eventually, my voice trembling with need. I pushed them fully onto their backs, side by side, their hard cocks standing tall like an offering. "I'm riding you. One by one."
I started with Thomas. Straddling his hips, I gripped his long cock and rubbed the head through my soaked folds, coating him in my wetness. Then I sank down slowly, inch by inch, gasping at the stretch.
"So deep," I moaned, bottoming out with my clit grinding against his pelvis. His hands came to my waist, but I pinned them above his head. "My pace."
I rode him hard, rolling my hips in deep circles, then bouncing with increasing speed. My breasts swayed, and Brady and Damian watched intently, stroking themselves lazily. The wet sounds of my pussy taking him filled the room... obscene, perfect.
I leaned forward, kissing Thomas fiercely as I clenched around him, chasing that perfect angle. My first orgasm built fast, a sharp, intense wave that made me cry out, walls fluttering around his cock as I ground down hard. I didn't stop, riding through it until he was panting beneath me.
Switching to Brady, I felt that delicious curve hit new spots immediately.
"Fuck, yes," I groaned, sinking onto his thick length.
He filled me perfectly, stretching me wide. I rode him faster, more playfully, slapping my ass down against his thighs while he grinned up at me, eyes wild. The other two watched, cocks leaking, murmuring filthy encouragement.
"Look at her take that dick," Damian said. "So fucking hot."
I came again on Brady, this one longer and shakier, squirting slightly around him as my thighs trembled.
Damian was next. His girth was a challenge every time. I worked myself down onto him carefully at first, moaning loudly as he split me open. Once seated, I rode him with abandon... bouncing, grinding, swiveling my hips in ways that made his charming smile disappear into pure bliss.
The others stroked faster now, eyes glued to where we joined, to my breasts bouncing, to my face contorted in pleasure.
I switched between them again and again, riding one until I was on the edge, then moving to the next.
Sweat slicked our bodies. My pussy was swollen, dripping, oversensitive but greedy for more.
By the time I'd cycled through them twice more, I'd orgasmed twice more... once on Thomas's steady thrusts upward to meet me, once shattering on Damian's thick cock while Brady pinched my nipples. I was a mess, thighs quivering, but empowered.
"Close," I panted, climbing off and kneeling in the center. "All of you. On me."
They surrounded me, kneeling, stroking their slick cocks furiously.
Thomas came first, groaning low as thick ropes of cum painted my stomach and breasts.
Brady followed with a shout and a laugh, adding more hot spurts across my skin.
Damian thrust into his fist and unloaded last, covering me in his release until my belly glistened with their combined seed, dripping down my sides.
We collapsed together afterward. They cleaned me gently with warm cloths, hands soft and reverent now. Brady cracked jokes about my "queenly demands," Damian teased Brady, and Thomas just pulled me close, kissing my temple. Tangled in their arms, sated and safe, I drifted off with a smile.