Epilogue #2
He’s desperate, but confident and I don’t need him to tell me with words how much he wants me. He’s been waiting for this moment and not for the sense of dominance or control but the sense of possession.
Like this is the final act that solidifies our relationship.
“Tap my thigh if you need me to stop,” he says, as he presses the head of his cock at my backhole.
Hannah comes to my side, wrapping her hand around my half hard cock, that’s partially spent and partially asking for more. I glance down at the stain I made on the sheet and I’m still shocked by my body’s reaction when he hit my G-spot.
It was as easy as pressing a button and my cock pulsed with each thrust. I had no control and my mind was just as confused as my body.
The odd sensation of coming without the build up of the orgasm is what makes me feel only half satisfied. So, naturally my cock hardens quickly and easily, as Hannah wraps her lips around the tip and pushes the length down her throat.
It’s fucking distracting and it feels like there are a thousand hands all over my body.
Dane groans, then wraps his hands around my hips, changing the angle yet again and his cock slides through the ring of muscle as he slowly presses into me all the way to the hilt.
“You look so good taking my cock. I love taking you in a way no one else has,” he says like a confession, claiming me.
I growl, a mix of pleasure and pain, grunting because I’ve never been good at being quiet.
“Fucking fuck.” Other profanities my brain can’t register fall out of my lips as he pistons in and out and Hannah bobs up and down.
The way they’re both taking me, the way they’re claiming me, is more than I can handle.
I’m sitting at a constant state of the peak of my orgasm, and with every pass Dane’s cock makes over my prostate, it creates trust issues with myself.
I won’t be able to hold back.
I have zero faith in my dick. Dane’s fingers obliterated every ounce of my confidence.
They both hold the control that I’ve always needed and I hold my head up to look between the two of them.
There’s a carnal look behind Dane’s eyes and I know he’s hanging on by a thread. His sharp jaw slacked, brows furrowed, abs flexing, all signs of how he’s teetering on the edge. His hands grip my legs hard as he moans and I love the sounds of his desperation.
Hannah looks up at me, her mouth full of my cock with those gorgeous crystal blue eyes swimming with lust and I’m no longer a man. I’m only part of a soul that needs these two to survive, to make me feel whole.
I have no idea what the hell to do with my hands; I reach down, slipping my finger between Hannah’s wet lips. Still swollen from when I feasted on her.
My finger moves quickly over her clit and the vibration of her throat around my cock is all I need to send me over the edge.
Reaching up, I take a hold of the side of Dane’s head, his hair interlacing between my fingers, needing some kind of control.
Hannah’s lips pop off my cock and she replaces it with her hand, the shaft thick and wet, pulsing underneath her perfect grip.
“Fuck, I’m close,” My teeth grind together as Dane’s cock begins to pulse in my ass.
“Fuck,” he groans as he throws his head back then dips his gaze back to mine. “I’m coming and you're going to take every drop of my cum.” He leans forward, our chests slap together and he tucks his face into the crook of my neck, gritting through his orgasm.
His teeth sink into the flesh of my collarbone and he grunts loud, emptying himself inside me, and I lose it.
My ass clenches, tightening around Dane’s cock and I know the moment he feels it because his mouth falls open and he shouts, “Fuuuuuckkkk.”
His cock pistons harder, forcing more cum out of my cock. It sprays out in waves between us, landing on Hannah’s hand, my stomach, and his glistening abs, layered with a sweat and now my cum.
It feels like a never-ending high and one I never want to come down from.
“That was out of this fucking world.”
I hardly heard what he said with the whooshing of my racing heartbeat in my ears.
A comfortable silence passes between all of us, until of course Dane breaks it.
“We’re so fucking doing that again. Every day, twice a day is acceptable, I think.”
Hannah's body vibrates with laughter and I manage to chuckle out an exhausted breath.
“Is that right?”
“Did you like it?” I ask Hannah, running my hands through her hair.
“Loved it. So much.”
“Hannah approves, it’s settled,” Dane quips before I can say anything.
“You bit me.” I crane my chin trying to look at the red, flared mark, somewhere between my neck and shoulder.
Dane glances over his shoulder, looking at the one I gave him months ago.
“Couldn’t help myself.” He smiles. “But I know exactly what to do with that.”
I whiplash my head in his direction. Shaking my head. “No, nope. Not gonna happen.”
Hannah lifts her head, gazing up at me with those gorgeous ocean eyes and fucking hell, I already know I’ve lost.
Two hours later, I’m leaving the tattoo parlor, inked with Dane’s bite mark on my neck and my two favorite people on each side of me and I’m loving what our future looks like.