Chapter 27 - Sinth
Tonight, the moon’s silver glow streams in through the window, the curtains dancing in the cool night’s air.
I kiss her deeply, tongues dancing in our mouths. My hand fondles the curve of her breast as my waist grinds against hers.
“Oh, God, Sinth,” she purrs softly. “You’re so deep inside me.” Her nails rake my back, the sweet pain coursing through me.
“Look at her,” Wayne says, kneeling beside her and beating his meat. “So gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.”
I raise her leg, rubbing down her thick thigh while driving deep slow thrust inside her slick entrance. She moans in my mouth and bucks her hips, unable to get enough of me.
“Go deeper; she’s enjoying it,” Chris says, cock in hand as he strokes her hair, kneeling on the other side of her face.
“He’s right, Sinth,” she whispers against my ear, both arms wrapped tightly around me. “Deeper.”
The sound of her voice unravels me as I cradle the back of her head with one hand while slamming into her with unhurried strokes.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” she whimpers, arching beneath me, already slick, already wanting.
I take my time anyway, savoring the way her breath catches every time I roll my hips forward.
I hold her gaze, drinking in the way her face contorts in pleasure.
When she moans, her tone is gentle, low, and insanely sexy.
Chris caresses her hanging leg and begins kissing her feet. Wayne lies on her other side, mouth at her throat, murmuring something low enough that only she can hear it.
I fill her slowly, giving her every second to adjust, and the sound she makes against my mouth undoes something in my chest.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders. Her hips rise to meet mine, seeking more, and I give it to her—deeper, steady, a rhythm built to last rather than rush.
“Sinth.” My name breaks on her lips, half moan, half plea.
“I’ve got you.” I press my forehead to hers, watching her face the entire time—eyes glazed, lips parted, cheeks flushed deep.
Every roll of my hips pulls a fresh sound out of her, breathless and unguarded.
Chris’s hand slides lower, finding where we’re joined, and her whole body jolts at the added pressure.
“You’re gonna make me come,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Do it,” Wayne murmurs, awed. “Come on that dick.”
“Oh, yeah?” Her cry is a bit louder now, her eyes still locked to mine.
“Oh, yeah,” he says, stroking her hair backward.
“God, I’m coming,” she announces, her face a mask of ecstasy.
She is indeed. I feel it in the way she tightens around me, the way her moans stack faster, higher, her nails dragging down my back as she chases it.
“Let go,” I tell her, quietly. “We’re right here.”
She does, and her dam explodes, squirting all over my shaft. The sound she makes is strangled, and I follow her over the edge a moment later, buried deep, her name breaking from my own mouth this time.
“Charlize, oh, Charlize.”
***
Wayne
My turn comes fast, hungry, nothing like Sinth’s patience.
I have her on her knees with her chest pressed flat on the mattress. I’m tugging at a handful of her hair, tilting her head back just enough to watch her face while I take her from behind.
She’s still trembling from Sinth, still slick and swollen. And the second I push into her, she cries out loud enough that I feel it more than hear it.
“Oh, my God, Wayne. It’s so big.” She buries her face in a pillow, the stuffed fabric muffling her cries.
“You like that shit?” I spank her ass, watching the spot turn pink.
“Yes, my lord.” She grips the sheets, the bed creaking under our weight.
“That’s it, cutie,” I growl, low, my grip tightening slightly in her hair. “You take me so well.”
Chris kneels in front of her now, tipping her chin up so her mouth meets his, swallowing whatever sound she makes next.
Sinth’s hand slides down and settles on her pussy while I continue from behind, snapping my hips forward hard enough that her whole body rocks with it.
Her moans turn into something higher, needier, muffled against Chris’s mouth every time she breaks for air.
“Fuck, cutie.” My grip in her hair tightens further, guiding her, and she pushes back against me like she can’t get enough. “You feel incredible.”
“And you fill me up nicely,” she cries. “It’s so deep in my stomach.”
Her walls clench tight around me, and I feel my own control fraying fast, chasing the exact rhythm that has her shaking beneath me, sounds spilling out broken and desperate.
“Wayne—oh, my God—Wayne.” My name catches, breaks apart entirely as she adds more urgently. “I think I’m coming again.”
“Yes, give it to me.”
Chris’s tongue is now so deep in her mouth he swallows up her moans. Sinth’s hand on her clit moves faster, drawing her closer to the edge with each passing second.
She comes. Again.
I push deeper from behind, groaning her name into the curve of her shoulder. And even after I still, I don’t let go of her hair right away, savoring the shape of her trembling beneath my hands.
***
Chris
“I want to look upon your face,” she says to me when it’s my turn.
I lie back and let her take control. She straddles me, knees sinking into the mattress on both my sides. She gazes down at me while taking my cock and stroking it for a moment.
“So hard,” she whispers, a sexy smile playing on her lips. “So veiny.”
She looks so gorgeous with her red hair spilling over her face. She teases her slick entrance with my pink cap before sliding down onto me slowly and steadily.
I watch her expression shift as she sinks fully onto my length. “Fuck.” Her head tips back, mouth falling open on a silent gasp, and I grip her hips to help set the pace.
Sinth’s hands find her breasts from behind, mouth pressed to her shoulder. Wayne kneels close beside us, tracing idle patterns along her thigh, watching with open, unhidden hunger.
She rides me slowly at first, testing the angle, and the sound she makes when she finds it has my hands tightening on her hips.
“There,” she breathes. “Right there.”
“Take what you need,” I tell her, voice rough. “All of it.”
She does. Her pace quickens, her back arches, and her hips roll in a rhythm that has my control slipping fast.
Her moans are coming faster now, breathless and unrestrained. I watch her face the entire time—savoring the expression she’s wearing.
“Chris.” My name spills from her, wrecked. “I’m so close. Almost there.”
Three times in a row. She must be on a whole other level tonight.
I love it.
She throws her hands in her hair, her eyes rolling back. “I’m coming. I’m coming…” Her voice drops on each statement, breasts bouncing up and down.
“Come for me,” I growl. “Let me feel it.”
She shatters around me, crying out. I hold down her hips tight enough to bruise as I drive deeper inside her, her name the only thing left in my mouth.
***
Charlize
They don’t stop. Not really. Just shift, reposition, hands never fully leaving my skin even between turns.
I’m boneless by the time they gather close around me again, exhausted but still burning for more, some deep, insatiable thread pulling all four of us together at once.
Straightened on my knees, Sinth kisses me slowly, his fingers massaging my ass. Wayne is kneeling behind me, hands in my hair, his mouth finding the nape of my neck.
Chris’s hand slides downward until his fingers are deep in my pussy. I shiver at the touch that fans the flames of my desire. My kiss with Sinth intensifies, heads tilting sideways, tongues in mouths.
Wayne squeezes my breasts, pinching my twin peaks deliciously. Their naked bodies and hands are all over me, possessive and claiming.
I bend over, taking Sinth’s cock in my mouth while I feel the tip of Wayne’s tongue flicking rapidly against my hole. It’s so cool, and it sends shivers down my spine.
Sinth pushes his cock so deep in my mouth that I feel him in the back of my throat. I choke, staring up at him through my lashes. He pulls out the second I cough, and in that exact moment, Wayne’s long dick slides in through my back door.
“Oh, fuck.” My glassy eyes widen as I fist Sinth’s and Chris’s cocks at the same time.
“You’re so beautiful,” Sinth says, his voice low and reverent.
A thread of drool lingers on my bottom lip, linking it to his cap.
“So naughty,” Chris says, hands in my hair. “So nasty.”
I swallow, wincing at the sweet sensation of Wayne’s dick in my ass. “I’m naughty for you alone, my lords.”
“You belong to us,” he adds.
“Yes, my lord.” I look up at him, stroking his length from base to crown. “I’m all yours.”
Chris and Wayne switch places, and when Chris is behind me, he doesn’t focus only on my ass. He alternates between the two holes, and I cry out, basking in the excitement of it.
Sinth guides me to straddle him again, easing me down slowly with Chris still behind me.
Wayne kneels close in front, his hand cupping my jaw. The stretch of having more than one of them at once steals my breath entirely, overwhelming and perfect all at once, every point of contact lighting up nerves I didn’t know I had.
“Breathe,” Sinth murmurs against my ear.
I try. It’s hard, with all three of them moving in careful, practiced rhythm, filling every inch of me, every sound I make swallowed by someone’s mouth or murmured praise against my skin.
“You’re perfect,” Wayne groans against my shoulder. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Thank you,” I moan.
“Ours,” Chris says, low, reverent, his forehead pressed to mine.
The pleasure builds fast, impossibly fast, all three points of contact stacking on top of each other until I can’t separate one sensation from the next.
My moans come broken, desperate, spilling out with every roll of their combined rhythm.
“Come for me, my lords.” I gasp, close now, closer than I’ve ever been. “I want you to come for me. All of you.”
Wayne groans at that, and Chris’s hips stutter, and Sinth’s grip on my waist tightens as if the words undo him completely.
“Where do you want the cum?” Wayne rasps.
“On my breasts,” I breathe. “I want to feel all three of you. Please…”
That’s what finally breaks them. I come apart first, shaking through it, and they pull out, each stroking their lengths.
I settle on my knees, my head slightly tipped back. My tongue is out, my hands squeezing my full breasts as I wait, desperate for the loads.
“Give it to me, please,” I say, my tone dripping with urgency. “I want it—I want every single drop.”
Their deep, guttural growls fill the room, and one by one, they explode on my breasts with trembling legs.
“Yessssss!” I scream, feeling their warmth on my skin.
I rush at three dicks sticking out in front of me, greedily sucking on each one as they call out my name.
Low groans fill the room as they finish one after another.
We collapse together after, breathless, tangled, warm skin against warm skin. I lie there surrounded by all three of them, marked and claimed and utterly satisfied.
“We should celebrate victories more often,” Wayne says, still catching his breath.
I laugh, tired and thoroughly spent. “Ask me again tomorrow.”
Sinth presses a kiss to my temple. Chris pulls me closer against his chest. And I drift off surrounded by the three heartbeats that have become the whole of my world.