19. Darcy #3
Everything stops, leaving me suspended—chest still heaving, my body aching from the loss of them, head clouded with lust and sex that I forget where I am for a minute.
I hear the rip of what sounds like condom wrappers before their hands find me again.
Mack scoops me up and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. Our mouths find each other like two magnets being pulled, our tongues gliding over each messily as my clit rubs up and down his cock.
Tyler’s at my back peppering my neck and shoulder with kisses as his hands settle at my waist. I feel the latex-coated tip of his cock brush against my butt cheek, sending a jolt of anticipation through me.
I cannot believe this is happening.
“Can I fuck you here, babygirl?” he pleads against my ear. “I wanna fill that ass up while you let Mack destroy your pussy.”
His sculpted chest presses against my back.
“Put us out of our misery. Let us ruin you for everyone else like I know you want to.”
I break my kiss with Mack and look back at Tyler over my shoulder.
“Uh-huh.”
I nod all too eagerly.
That’s all the permission he needs. Tyler catches my mouth in a slow kiss over my shoulder, and before I can fully melt into it, Mack grabs my throat with one hand and guides my lips back to his, hard and claiming.
Greedy boy.
Tyler’s laugh is soft against my shoulder. He hooks his arms beneath mine just then, propping me up and holding me steady as Mack pushes the head of his cock to my entrance, using his grip on my thighs as leverage to thrust inside me in one slow, devastating stroke, making me suck in a breath.
“Fuck…” I gasp. “You’re too big…”
“Just breathe, baby.” Mack’s hand finds my chin and tilts my face back up to his. “You can take it. You’re doing so well.”
Mack’s grip on my thighs tightens as he tries to press the last few inches of his full length in, and I roll my hips forward trying to meet him, needing more of him despite feeling him everywhere.
Somewhere behind me, Tyler shifts with us, one hand pinning my leg a little higher.
“I’ve got you, Trouble. Now take every last inch of his cock.”
Mack pushes deeper until he’s finally settled to the hilt.
“Good girl.”
His lips find me again as I clench around him.
“Don’t move,” Tyler presses a kiss under my ear, relaxing me into it as he presses the tip of his cock to my tight rim. “We’re not done yet.”
I let out a guttural moan.
“I can’t—Tyler, I can’t take it—”
“You want me to stop, babygirl?”
“No,” I beg, my voice already hoarse. “No… no…”
“That’s what I thought.”
He kisses my shoulder again as he keeps talking me through it. My whole body trembles between them, overwhelmed by the aching bliss of their cocks fighting for space inside me.
“Christ, you’re beautiful. It’s like you were made for us,” Mack mutters almost to himself with hooded eyes.
“And you’re all ours, Darcy.”
“Yours—”
The word barely leaves my lips before Mack’s hips begin to roll, deep and relentless, bottoming out on every stroke.
“Let’s see if I can make that sweet pussy cry before Tyler comes in that tight little ass.”
Tyler lets out a low sound that lands somewhere between a laugh and a groan.
“Always showing off.”
He picks up his own pace, falling naturally into Mack’s rhythm until every thrust from one is answered by the other.
Every single nerve ending in my body lights up at once.
“I’m gonna—”
“Come?” Mack growls. “You come when I tell you to come.”
“Wha—”
“Don’t listen to him, Trouble,” Tyler says from behind me, his laugh threaded through the words. “I’ll get you there.”
Mack lets out a short, breathless scoff.
“In your dreams.”
Despite everything, a startled laugh catches in my throat before dissolving into another moan. Tyler thrusts harder, his hand anchored on my shoulder as he increases the pace while Mack hammers into me from the front.
It’s all too much…not enough.
This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Please…” My voice is wrecked, barely mine. “Please…please let me come.”
I feel my whole body tensing around them, contracting as the pressure continues to build low in my belly.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Darcy.”
Mack scrapes his teeth against my shoulder, completely feral as he snaps his hips.
“Come with me, baby.” Tyler presses a kiss to the back of my head. “Be the good little slut I know you are.”
Their voices pull at me from opposite sides, completely overwhelming me as they continue pounding into me. My orgasm builds with every thrust of their slick bodies as we rock together in unison.
“Please, please, pleaseee Mack, let me come on your cock, sir—”
Mack draws my body flush to his and my clit finds the friction it needs.
“I love fucking you,” he whispers.
“You’re perfect,” Tyler praises from behind.
My mouth falls open.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god…” I cry, the orgasm tearing through me harder than anything I’ve ever felt.
Mack’s grip on my thigh tightens as he seals his mouth over mine, swallowing my chants and grunting against my lips as he chases his own release. A heartbeat later, he jerks twice before I feel him pulse inside me, following me over the edge.
Behind us, Tyler’s arms tighten around me as he follows with a ragged groan that sends another shiver racing through me.
“Fuuuck…Darcy.”
I lean my forehead against Mack’s shoulder and giggle as we all come down from whatever fucking planet of high that was, collapsing onto the couch. Mack presses soft kisses to my head and shakes with his own quiet amusement. Tyler kisses the back of my neck, running his fingers down my back.
We exist there, basking in the afterglow of our glorious filth.
I stare at the ceiling.
Okay. So that happened.
Body
comprehensively wrecked. Ten out of ten, no notes.
Brain
offline. Rebooting. Please stand by.
The morning light has gone fully gold through the windows, catching dust motes drifting overhead, and I’m fairly certain every bone in my body has quietly agreed to clock out for the day. Putting myself back together feels like something Future Darcy can worry about.
I can hear Mack’s heartbeat under my cheek—steady, unhurried, exactly like him. Tyler’s thumb drifts back and forth against my hip without any apparent thought behind it.
This is temporary.
This is fun, exactly what I needed, and also temporary.
The ceiling offers no counterargument.
Mack’s hand moves through my hair again, smoothing it back from my face in one slow pass before settling there without making a thing of it. I close my eyes.
Tyler’s chest shakes with a low laugh.
“Still with us, Trouble?”
“Barely,” I manage. “Spiritually, I’m in another dimension.”
“Good dimension?”
“Incredible dimension.” I laugh. “Five stars. Would visit again.”
A low rumble rolls through Mack’s chest beneath my cheek.
I feel it more than hear it, and something about that—the strange intimacy of recognizing his laugh by the vibration of his chest instead of the sound of it—settles somewhere in my chest I’m not going to poke at right now.
Temporary, I remind myself, his hand is still in my hair.
Totally temporary.
A few moments later, Tyler’s mouth finds my shoulder again, his lips skimming my skin just enough to give me butterflies.
“Round two?” he murmurs.
I lift my head off Mack’s and look between them. Mack’s already looking at me like he already knows the answer and is content to let me be the one to say it.
I reach for Tyler first, catching his mouth with mine.
“Obviously,” I say against his lips.
Behind me, Mack’s fingers tighten slightly in my hair.
I stop thinking about temporary. I stop thinking at all.