Chapter 41 #2
I uncap the bottle of lube, squirting it in my hand before closing the cap and tossing it on the couch. I rub it all over my cock, so I’m nice and slick when I slide inside her. It’ll be a tight fit with Holden and me inside her.
She lays her chest against his to give me better access and a view of his cock stretching her pussy open. An idea pops into my head that I hope she doesn’t beat the shit out of me for.
I notch my cock at her asshole, then slide down until it’s beside Holden inside her.
I keep a tight grip on the base, then push forward until the head pops into her pussy with him.
Her head whips around; his eyes are wide and locked on mine.
I want to feel them at the same time, not separated.
“Can you take us both in your pussy, Il mio sole?” I grit out.
It’s fucking tight, and I just have the head of my cock inside of her.
She wiggles her hips back a little with a moan. “Yes.”
I look at Holden, and he gives me a frantic nod. Still keeping the grip at the base of my cock, I push harder, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate us both.
I get halfway in before Holden’s hands fly out, landing on my hips. “Fuck. Your piercings,” he groans, his eyes screwed shut.
I stop. “Does it hurt?”
“No. Fuck,” he breathes, and his eyes fly open. “It feels good.”
Her breathing is erratic, and her head is lying on Holden’s shoulder. “Don’t stop,” she begs.
Placing my hands beside his head again, I start working my hips back and forth in short thrusts, feeling my piercings bump against the veins on the underside of his cock. I take a breath on the last short stroke and slam my hips forward, burying me inside her pussy with Holden.
Her head snaps up, and her hands slam down on Holden’s shoulders. “Holy fuck,” she pants. “Oh God.”
“Are you okay, Bright eyes?” Holden asks in concern, taking one hand from my hips to rub her cheek.
She moans deep and low, causing our cocks to twitch inside her. “Fuck yes.”
I lean against her, putting my face right in front of Holden’s. If I lick my lips, I’ll lick his too. Am I ready for that? Is he ready for that?
I feel his other hand go back to my hip, and it blazes a trail of fire down my leg just from his touch.
I start working my hips in short deep thrusts, my breathing already ragged from the overwhelming sensation of touching both of them at the same time.
I’m going to move in on his lips when he takes the decision out of my hands, slamming his lips against mine, surprising me just like he did in the gym. The shock wears off in less than a second, and I sink my tongue into his mouth with a groan.
I’ve never kissed a guy before Holden. When I thought about kissing him, I assumed it would be like kissing Les. I was wrong. Kissing Holden is consuming, like kissing her, but that’s where the similarities end. His lips aren’t as plump or soft as hers; they’re rougher. And I fucking love it.
“Holy shit,” Les whispers when she sees our lips locked together.
His hands slide up my sides the longer I kiss him, exploring my body. His hands are rough from working out, bigger than Les’. The only thing that rips through my mind is his hand wrapped around my cock. I groan again at that image, kissing him harder.
I finally pull away to suck in a breath, sweat rolling down my face. Laying my forehead against his beside hers. “Fuck, Holden.”
“Yeah,” he breathes. I know he’s agreeing with everything that just went through my head.
I start moving my hips again, faster this time. A mix of moans and groans fills the room, the wet squelch of our cocks sliding against each other inside her.
“Oh God,” Les moans, never lifting her head.
Her legs start shaking uncontrollably, so I pick up the pace.
She starts shaking harder, her moans never stopping.
I feel the wet gush rush out of her, squirting all over our cocks.
Her moans get louder, so I keep moving at the same pace.
Holden hooks his hands under her ass to pull out and push back in at the same time as me.
It’s so tight inside her like this that we can’t move much, but it’s enough to shoot fire down my spine.
Her back straightens up, and her legs shake again.
“Squirt for us again, Il mio sole,” I pant into her ear. I can’t get a real breath to save my life. If I die right now, I’ll die a happy fucking man.
I feel that pressure against the head of my cock again, and then the wetness gushes out around our cocks, dripping all over the floor.
“I’m going to come,” Holden groans, his short thrusts stuttering.
“One more time,” I beg Les. “Give us one more.”
She moans again, “I don’t know if I can.”
“You’re almost there already. I can feel it.” I’m addicted to the idea of her juices soaking our cocks, leaking all over the floor.
Holden and I start pumping harder; I wrap my hand around her throat again and squeeze.
“Fuck,” Holden grits out when she squeezes us both.
I could feel my release rushing down my spine, drawing my balls up. She’s so fucking close. One more thrust inside her, and Holden’s head goes back on a groan coming hard, taking me along with him. I come with a shout; the release is so intense it’s almost painful.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Les chants. “Fuck!” She starts bucking between us, so I pull out and lift her by the hips, so Holden’s cock slides out.
Her body is shaking out of control, and a stream rushes out of her all over Holden’s cock and legs, soaking the couch and floor, our come leaking out behind it. “Holden! Ryder!” She reaches between her and Holden, rubbing her clit back and forth, making more gush out.
“Holy fuck, that’s hot, Il mio sole,” I groan.
She collapses against Holden’s chest; I collapse beside them. He’s rubbing up and down her back, waiting for her breathing to return to normal. I slide my hand over the base of her spine while he rubs around her shoulders.
“Are you alive, Bright eyes?” Holden chuckles.
“No,” she mumbles, her voice muffled where it’s smooshed against Holden’s chest.
I laugh. “You sound alive to me.”
“My pussy is dead.” She finally lifts her head with a blissed-out smile. “That was so good.” She leans over, kisses me, then kisses Holden before laying her head on his chest.
“We definitely have to do that again,” Holden remarks.
I chuckle, and it brings his attention to me. I lean in, slanting my mouth over his and sliding my hand from her back to his leg. “Yeah, we do,” I whisper against his lips.
I pull back and jerk Les’ lips to mine, giving her the same kiss. Les giggles and I pull back with a frown. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” she laughs. “I’m just deliriously happy right now.”
“Me too,” Holden and I say at the same time, making Les laugh harder.
I will do anything to keep that smile on her face.
Starting with getting rid of Viktor Orlov.