Willow #2
I’m half-convinced I’m hallucinating the sound of myself when I come: ragged, loud, near-feral. It takes everything I have not to black out completely.
Julian’s hands finally soften, stroking my cheek and jaw, so gentle it fucks me up worse than the rough stuff.
He kisses my temple and whispers things too low to hear, and somewhere in all this I realize he’s gathering me in, curling around my upper half like a human shield.
Gabe’s still kneeling at my side, his cock curved up and leaking against his own abs, looking at me like he could eat me whole. But it’s not finished. I’m trembling so hard my teeth chatter.
Sweat beads on my forehead, trickles down between my breasts, clings to the crease of my ass where Xander’s cock is still lodged inside me, thick and softening but refusing to let go. I’m still gasping for breath, spit slick and come wet and dizzy, but they don’t let me breathe for long.
Gabe’s hand threads through my hair, nudging my face up. He kisses me, stunned and shaking, like he’s never done it before and is trying to memorize the steps.
Julian’s laugh rumbles against my ear. He cradles my head, delicate, tracing my lips with his thumb before pushing it into my mouth.
“Bet you’ve never looked prettier,” he says.
Gabe’s so close I can taste it, the lust, the hunger, the frustration twisted through with a kind of trembling awe I didn’t expect. The world goes out of focus except for his hands finding my waist, his mouth taking a shaky, open-mouthed breath against my cheek.
“She’s a mess,” Julian says, grinning, kissing the tears and sweat off my face like he’s consuming the evidence. “I love her like this.”
“I’m gonna fuck her until we can’t tell where she ends,” Gabe murmurs.
He moves like he’s in a dream, hauling me onto his lap, guiding me down until the first blunt, thick push of his cock brushes hot against my oversensitive skin.
My whole body tries to climb out of itself, clenching reflexively, still so wet and raw from Xander and Julian, and I want it so much I actually make a desperate, pleading sound in my throat.
My pussy aches, a wild, bruised hunger that he answers with a slow roll of his hips, just pressing the head against me, refusing to slide in.
I try to wriggle down, to take him, but his hands crush the motion. He’s in total control, just barely keeping me where I hover, every muscle in my thighs trembling, so close to the edge again that the world spins.
“Please, Gabe,” I whisper, and I’m mortified that I sound so wrecked, but the look in his eyes tells me he wouldn’t have it any other way.
His thumb sweeps over my cheek, smearing wetness. I hope it’s sweat and not tears, but I don’t care enough to check.
He guides my hips again, angling me, and the fat head of his cock splits me with a drag so intense it’s all I can do to remain upright. I brace myself against his chest, and his hands are everywhere. My waist, my ass, my thighs.
The invasion is infinite, my pussy burning with the stretch, hungry for it, angry at being teased.
Words stick in his throat, and what comes out is a groan, wrenched and honest, as he finally pushes all the way inside. My vision tunnels. The only thing I can feel is the thick, pulsing fullness of him and the wet, messy aftermath of the others painting every nerve raw.
I try to rock, but Gabe outmuscles me. I gasp and cling to him, nails raking his shoulders, and he holds so still I think the world has stopped spinning just to watch us.
The first time he thrusts up, it knocks my breath loose and I shudder, and it’s not enough, not nearly, so I claw at his skin and throw my head back and take as much as I can.
There’s the scrape of his teeth on my neck, the rumble of his voice, a guttural, “That’s it. Good. You’re so good, Willow.”
It doesn’t sound like praise, but hunger, like he wants to eat the air out of my lungs.
My thighs clamp tight around his hips and my body sings with the overload, bright pain where I’m stretched to breaking, a second halo of slick friction where Xander’s come is already leaking out around the corners and slicking us together.
I dimly register Julian’s hand at my breast, his palm flat and calming, his mouth pressing kisses into my hair like he’s anchoring me.
Xander’s tongue is in my ear as he whispers the filthiest things he can think of. I’m not really listening. Every cell of my body is tuned to Gabe, the heartbreakingly slow punch of his cock, his grip at my back like he’ll fuse us together if he holds hard enough.
I want him to lose control. I want him to come so hard it hurts. More than that, I want him to take me over the edge with him.
He thunders in, the next thrust, then again, all the way to the hilt, and I can’t bite back the screech of need, because it’s perfect and it’s too much and it’s exactly what I need.
I dig in with my heels and ride him, taking everything, barely slowing down to breathe, and the sound of skin on skin is like applause for being so unrestrained.
I hit my next orgasm like it’s a goddamn deadline, and right before I fall apart again, Gabe bites down on my shoulder, hard. I shatter against him.
Everything is white noise for a minute. I feel Xander and Julian, their hands and mouths ghosting over my skin, but it’s all distant, a landslide of sensation too staggering to stitch into memory.
When my brain finally returns, Gabe is shaking, holding me so hard I think he might snap my ribs, coming inside me until I’m overflowing, until I’m sure it’s leaking down my thighs and soaking the rug, until all the moans and shuddering groans blend together in one unfinished symphony.
One I never want to end.