13. Dax #3
I couldn’t help but pout at that, which worked somewhat in my favor as he kissed the pout away, leaving me breathless.
“I want you dreaming about my cock, knowing you can’t have it until tomorrow,” he murmured as he stepped back.
“So instead, I’m going to tag Cognac in to take my place.
Poor man’s been hard as steel from your mouth, and I wouldn’t want him thinking he’s going to get left out again. ”
Cognac slapped Cam on the back with a grin on his lips. “That was a smooth move, man. I’m going to have to steal that for another night.”
Their bro moment over, Cognac turned his copper gaze to me and bit his bottom lip. “You know what this reminds me of?”
My brow creased in confusion.
“If I remember correctly, you were so goddamn horny having been denied for so long after getting shot, you sweet-talked Sprocket and me into fucking you.” He stepped between my thighs and took his cock in his hand, letting the tip run up and down my entrance.
“We held you tightly between us as we fucked you slow and deep, making sure not to jostle any part of you.”
Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me. “Then it’s a good thing this time you don’t have to be so careful.”
Cognac helped to lift me as Sprocket found my asshole and slowly pulled me down on his dick.
The feel of him slowly filling me was something I never wanted to forget.
Out of all my men, he was thick, almost too thick sometimes, but his fullness in me was addictive.
Scooting forward slightly, Sprocket leaned back so I was at a better angle for Cognac to enter.
Both of them inside me was a glorious feeling.
I’m not sure normal sex was going to be as satisfying now that my men had introduced me to so many new and wonderful alternatives.
Then again, I wanted my men all the time, however they would take me, so I didn’t foresee a problem happening anytime soon.
When they started to move, the rhythm was steady and rhythmic.
They didn’t want this to be over fast so they were going to build me up to what they had planned.
Cognac and I traded kisses as Sprocket’s lips found any bare skin he could get to, nipping, licking, and kissing as they worked me over seamlessly.
They were making love to me, and while this was still new to me, I was learning the value it had.
It was about intimacy, feeling each other’s bodies as we fucked.
My hands stroked Cognac’s back as Sprocket’s hands cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I yanked my mouth away to moan as he tugged them. “Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me come way too fast doing that.”
“Did you forget what the plan was, loba?” Cognac asked, thrusting in hard and rolling his hips like he was salsa dancing with my pussy. “If we’re going to make you forget your name, then we need to make you come as many times as we can.”
As if Sprocket took his cue from those words, he tugged again and thrust at the same time. My body exploded as the orgasm hit me, my eyes blurring a little, but I hung in there. “Oh God, this is how I want to die. Just fuck me to death, and I’d be the happiest woman in the world.”
“Sorry, little rebel, we just plan on flirting with that line tonight. I’m not ready to give you up to the devil just yet,” Sprocket announced, and both men sped up their movements.
Hands gripped my hips so tight, I’m pretty sure I’d have bruises to show while Cognac’s chest pressed me to Sprocket as he pistoned in and out.
This orgasm was on that build slowly, and I knew it was hurtling down the tunnel to bowl me over the cliff.
What I wasn’t expecting was Cognac to shove his hand between us and pinch my clit hard, making me scream as they both fucked me through my orgasm and into their own.
The feeling of both of them shooting off inside me was satisfying in a way I didn’t understand.
It was as if they were claiming the deepest parts of me, owning me inside and out.
When I came down from that one, I couldn’t seem to find the willpower to pick my head up off Sprocket’s shoulder, boneless, tired, and sated beyond belief they’d accomplished their mission.
Eagle pulled me up and off Sprocket to cradle me against his broad chest. “Come on, little hellcat, let’s get you cleaned up and put to bed.”
“But you and Picasso didn’t get to come,” I pointed out.
“Oh, we came alright… no way any man could watch you get fucked like that and not come right in his hand. Fuck, it was better than watching porn seeing you shatter in their arms, knowing that if I wanted to later tonight, I could roll over and take you anytime I want,” Eagle explained.
I moaned, just thinking of that scenario. “You have my permission to do that whenever you want. The thought of being fucked awake is so goddamn hot.”
“Don’t forget you said that when my face is between your legs in the middle of the night,” Eagle warned.
Grabbing his face, I slammed my lips to his, taking him off guard enough he had to pause on the stairs. Our kiss was hot, needy, and full of nips vying for power only to be equally matched as always.
“Maybe you’re not finished yet,” Eagle murmured. “Suppose I can get you a little dirtier in the shower before I clean you up.”
Which is exactly what he did, sapping the last of the strength I had to the point I don’t remember getting put to bed.