Willow #2
Gabe’s cock springs free, flushed and wet at the tip, and my mouth waters just looking at it.
He fists himself as he watches what’s happening in front of him and the sight of his want, so open, so unguarded, makes my pussy clench again around Xander’s cock, a greedy, grasping thing that wants everything, more, forever.
I reach for Gabe without thinking, pull him forward by the hips, and his cock slides hot and perfect into my mouth.
I choke on the first inch, unready but unwilling to pause. He groans, hips flexing just enough he’s not fucking my throat, but guiding, bracing, letting me find the right pressure and angle.
His flavor is different from the others, all salt and musk. I hollow my cheeks, suck him deep, hear him curse under his breath, and the power in that sound makes me wild.
Julian’s tongue is a miracle, relentless and so filthy I can barely stand it. Every thrust of Xander finds my G-spot, every retreat leaves me aching, and Gabe’s cock stretches my mouth. The salt, the friction, and the stretch trigger a cascade of pleasure from every greedy cell in my body.
There’s no shame left in me, not for anything, not for the way I moan around Gabe’s cock or how my hips pitch forward, demanding more of Xander’s relentless fucking, or the way I move against Julian’s tongue like I’m starved for it, which I am.
Things get frantic, a glorious collision of desperation and belonging. I’m soaked, trembling, and split open in every way I’ve ever wanted.
Everything is slick. The inside of my thighs, Xander’s cock, the heat of Julian’s face buried between my legs.
Gabe’s cock works in and out of my mouth, and when I look up at him, I see him unmade, eyes almost black with need, jaw clenched hard enough to break.
I want to make him lose control. I try, swirling my tongue under the head of his cock, flicking the frenulum and then flattening the tip with my tongue before swallowing him deep, deep, until my nose is almost to his skin.
He comes apart. One hand braced hard on the wall beside my head, the other buried in my hair, not controlling but asking, begging, unable to let go on his own.
I want to be the thing that wrecks him, so I grip his thigh and hum, and he shudders, swearing, and spills hot and impossible into my mouth.
I drink him, greedy, moaning at the taste and the heat and the way his whole body tenses like he’s caught in a current.
When I pull off, he looks hollowed out. Cheeks flushed, breath ragged, damp hair at his temples. He kisses my forehead, my closed eyes, the side of my jaw with a nervousness that makes my chest ache.
Xander hasn’t stopped. He’s got my hips locked to his, a hand on my throat now, thumb and finger forming a vise, not tight enough to choke but enough to remind me who I belong to. He slams into me in short, punishing bursts, making me keen and claw at his back until I feel skin under my nails.
My head is empty; no thoughts, just the animal demand for more, more, more.
Julian finally tears himself away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and looks up at me wrecked. Lips shiny, swollen, hair in disarray. “You are… fuck, Willow, you’re perfect.”
“Julian, I want you, too.”
Julian’s blue eyes shine, and his face splits into a grin caught between awe and wickedness. He doesn’t ask if I’m sure; he reads the real certainty in me, my legs shaking, my pussy clutching at Xander, my mouth still slick with Gabe’s taste.
He makes a noise, half disbelief and half animal delight.
“Fuck, yes,” he breathes.
Julian’s already on his knees, grabbing lube from the pocket of his jeans, a move so smooth and practiced I almost laugh, except I’m too busy trembling.
He tips my hips, fingers prying me open, two slick fingers slide into me, hot and perfect, so careful at first I almost sob.
He works me open with fingers and tongue and the kind of patience that belongs to a master thief or a church confessor. And like a confessor, he knows every secret of my body, every angle that makes me gasp, every tiny shiver I try to hide from myself.
I can feel Xander’s cock still pounding into my pussy, a ruthless tempo that doesn’t pause when Julian’s fingers are replaced by the first impossible, relentless inch of his cock.
The burn is dizzying, a counterpoint to the fullness and stretch and the pulse of Xander’s hips slamming mine into the wall.
My whole body spasms, protesting and demanding in equal measure, and it’s everything I feared and wanted.
“Jeez, Willow.” Julian’s voice is a shudder against my back. “So fucking tight. You take us so good…”
I arch back, desperate, and Gabe steadies my hips, supporting the tangled geometry of all three of them enveloping me at once.
“You’re incredible,” he says, destroyed.
The double stretch makes my eyes roll back, a lightning flash of almost overstim that instead blooms into raw pleasure, every cell in my body seizing and then melting at the flood of sensation.
Xander’s cock slams up and forward, hitting every nerve ending in me, and Julian counters with a precise, relentless pace, stroking in tandem, my body caught in the crossfire.
The two of them grind into me with perfect, predatory coordination, their bodies bracketed around mine like scaffolding, a shrine to how they want to break and rebuild me.
I scrabble for Gabe, who’s already found his way to my mouth, kissing me so hard his teeth clack mine, not caring, desperate to claim any part of me that’s not already spoken for.
It’s overwhelming, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
Julian fucks into me, angling his hips to find the right spot. Xander won’t let up, either, and the moment both cocks are inside and moving,
I’m gone. Pulse shrieking, legs trembling, the wall vibrating at my back. The pulse of them collides inside me, a sweet agony that sparks into pure, animal pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” Julian groans against my neck, biting down, not enough to break skin but enough to set off electricity up my spine.
I writhe, greedy for every inch that’s given me, and in that pleasure-crazed blur I feel Xander’s hand on my jaw, tipping my face up so I have to look him in the eye.
I watch as he comes for me, the raw animal and the man all tangled in one. His jaw is clenched, lips parted, eyes locked to mine so hard I could scream.
The heat inside me triples. I feel his cock jerk, the spill of him flooding through me as he fucks it deep, every muscle in his body flexing hard as steel.
He doesn’t look away, and the force of it’s like a floodlight, the dark, wild want of him crackling across the gap between our bodies with enough voltage to fry me alive.
Julian’s right behind him, his hands gripping my hips so hard I know tomorrow there will be prints. He’s not quiet, doesn’t try to hide anything. He makes a primal, feral sound as he empties out inside me, hips stuttering.
I come again with them, all three of them, my body a live wire, my heart a detonator, blowing apart at the exact same moment they do.
Afterward, the air shivers with the leftover voltage. My legs are shot, noodles, worse than useless. I’m smushed, fusion style, between muscle and sweat and the wall.
Everything that just detonated me is already folding in on itself, a tight cocoon of arms and voices and gentle, fumbled touches. Touches that set me alight because now I know they mean something.
Now I know this is really going to be something.