Chapter 23 - Carissa #2
“Nice of you to share,” Boone said, smirking down at me. He sucked in a breath when my lips made contact, hips jerking uncontrollably the moment I closed around him.
Gage groaned, working his dick while his other hand floated down to palm my breast. He twisted and teased my stiff nipple between two fingers, the sharp pain blooming into a white-hot pleasure that made my languid moans vibrate along Boone’s shaft.
“Now you.” He gestured to Dawson with his head. “Kiss.”
I could tell how far gone he was. Unable to string together a sentence longer than two words. If only I’d known…
Without Gage to guide me, Boone had taken to helping me suck him off, bobbing my head back and forth over his dick.
My ears rang with the tension building up inside me, and just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Dawson pulled my lips apart, spreading me wide as he lowered his face between my legs.
He paused long enough to take a deep inhale of my horny scent, and then his mouth was on me, lapping eagerly, drinking in everything I had to give.
Another ragged moan tore out of me as he teased my clit, and I rolled my hips, searching for more of the sensation.
He pushed his fingers into me again, curling them up against the pillow spot that sent all my senses into overdrive.
Pumping, sucking, beckoning me closer and closer to my final unraveling.
“Come on his face,” Gage commanded, and as if I had no say in the matter at all, my body gave in to a shudder that seized every part of me.
“Aahh,” Boone cried out when I bit down. He didn’t stop thrusting his cock into my face though, so I took the hint and grazed my teeth along his shaft, eliciting a longer, primal sound that shook from deep in his chest.
My climax rolled on, Dawson licking my pussy with his flat tongue, slowing down as he guided me through it, helping me ride it out.
Finally, when the worst of the shaking was over, he sucked my clit into his mouth and swallowed the rest of my come with relish.
A few more swirls at my entrance, and he lifted his mouth to place hot, sticky kisses along my inner thighs.
“Hold on. I gotta—” Boone pulled out, soothing his cock with a firm grip at the base that held off his own orgasm. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
I gazed up at him through heavily hooded eyes, drunk on being fucked from all sides by the men I wanted most. “I want it. I want to taste you.”
But he shook his head, bending to slide his arm under my shoulders. He lifted me, and placed me on all fours, my trembling limbs weak. Putty in his hands, that’s what I was.
Gage stepped in front of me, his gaze scorching hot as he slid his hand behind my head. “I’m the one you’re tasting tonight.”
My back arched, head bent low so I could reach the salty, erotic flavor he offered. The pool table shook, and I realized it was Dawson sliding under me, and Boone clambering up to take me from behind.
“Oh, God.” Except it came out like a mumble, a mouthful of dick.
I’d never been taken like this before, and the thought of having all three of them inside me sent a fresh squirt of arousal dripping from my pussy. Boone slapped my ass once, then used his hands to spread my cheeks.
“I’ll go slow, don’t worry,” he said, his breath hot and heavy on my back.
He slid his shaft through my wet pussy to gather as much of my slick as he could, then brought his drenched tip to my tight hole with just enough pressure to slip inside.
My strangled cry got caught in the back of my throat with Gage’s cock, and his grip on my head tightened, keeping me there, keeping him buried balls deep.
I gagged, fighting for breath as Boone pushed some more, stretching my hole by inches until his pelvis was flush with ass.
His fingers bruised my hips as he quivered against me.
“And I thought your pussy was tight…”
Gage let up his hold, and I dragged my mouth back up his shaft, gasping loudly the second he popped out.
My lungs screamed as they filled with the cold rush of air.
Air that was quickly knocked right back out when Dawson drove into me, only stopping once his balls hit my pussy.
He dropped his hips, the motion slightly pulling his dick back out, then lifted again with a thrust more forceful than the last.
I took the moment in the break Gage provided to look down at Dawson. His eyes never left my face, his expression etched with a heady mix of concentration and unbridled passion.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he said, panting hot, heavy breath across my lips. “When you take us like this.”
The confession coming from him, raw and honest, made my pussy clench.
They were the beautiful ones. My three hockey players.
Gentle when they needed to be, and rough when the moment asked for it.
I wished I could tell them, but I’d lost the ability to say things in a way that made sense.
My brain had devolved to communicating in sighs and moans and needy little whimpers with the way they filled me up from all sides.
I bit my lip, whining loudly as Boone eased his thick cock back out. Satisfied that I could take him now, he started thrusting in rhythm with Dawson. The stretch was intoxicating.
“Better now?” Gage asked, already bringing his cock to my mouth again. “Because I’m ready when you are. I’m ready to watch you milk my cock until I’ve spent it all.”
His promise shivered through me, and I opened my mouth, latching on to him with a feverish hunger.
He gave a low growl, thrusting into me, feeling my throat pinch his dick whenever he hit the back.
His hips jerked, moving faster, hands tangled in my hair to keep my head still while he fucked the warm, wet sheath of my mouth.
He thrust in harder, his balls slapping my chin.
I felt them tighten, felt the tell-tale quiver in his thighs.
Behind me, beneath me, Boone and Dawson pounded my ass and pussy faster now, chasing down the release they both desperately wanted.
“You love taking my cock, don’t you?” Gage fucked my mouth like the last threads of his restraint depended on it. Tears ran down my cheeks. Saliva and pre-cum dribbled down his shaft. Through it all, he didn’t stop. He drove his huge dick into my mouth, over and over until—
A burst of warm come washed over my tongue and down my throat, Gage grasping my head while he buried himself deep.
I swallowed what I could, choking mostly, as I sucked every last drop from his searing, twitching cock.
He stumbled back, his legs going limp the same time as his dick, slamming into the wall behind him.
“Jesus, babe. That was— That was fucking amazing.” Then he pushed off the wall and staggered back to me, cupping my face in both his hands. “You’re fucking amazing.”
He claimed my mouth, drinking in his own taste with a bruising kiss that left me even more breathless.
“Fuuuck…” Boone groaned, his once smooth movements faltering.
“Double fuck.” Dawson bucked his hips hard, thrusting totally out of sync with his brother, but rushing toward the same destination.
Gage’s tongue in my mouth, Boone and Dawson fucking me hard, there was no hope left. My second climax crashed into me with all the force of a wrecking ball, shattering me into a thousand pieces as I came undone.
Dawson’s growl became a reverberating cry as my pussy clenched tight, walls fluttering around his cock.
That tightness wasn’t saved for just that hole, though, and Boone soon followed, his body succumbing to a violent spasm as his orgasm barrelled through him.
Both of them. At pretty much the same time.
Jerking and bucking into me, spilling everything, neither pulling out.
I was a heaving, shaking mess, come streaming down my thighs, down my crack, beautiful dicks fucking me senseless until there was nothing left.
The kiss broke, but only because my body caved in and I collapsed on top of Dawson, the pool table shaking.
Stray balls that hadn’t yet been sent to random pockets now went rolling as Boone flopped over beside me, out of breath and glistening with sweat.
Gage leaned over, smoothing my hair back with tender strokes.
“That was perfect,” he said.