This time, I slid them in deep, working his mouth like I wanted to take his cock. As Ryatt dropped to his knees, my fingers slipped from his mouth. He kissed mybelly as he peeled my jeans over my hips, down my thighs, and tossed them aside.
A hungry growl rumbled from his throat. He gripped my ass and buried his nose against my panties. He wet the silken fabric with his tongue, until the material molded to my clit.
Cruz covered my breasts with his palms and backed me toward the bed. “I want to see you,” I said to Ryatt. There was a heaviness between the three of us. We’d kissed and fondled, but I was the only one getting undressed. In just my panties, I scooted back on the bed.
Cruz stood in front of me and shoved his jeans and underwear off. Cruz watched me, and I watched Ryatt. His gaze traveled down Cruz’s body. Muscles, ink, and mayhem.
A tribal tattoo colored his shaved, lower groin and curved around to his back. His huge cock thrust forward, stretching toward his navel against ripped abdominals, and his thighs were cut with muscles.
Ryatt swallowed hard, and Cruz’s cock jumped in response. He curled his fist around his shaft and stroked it several times.
I shifted onto my hands and knees and moved toward the edge of the bed. Cruz wound my braid around his fist and tapped my lips with his dick. I opened and he slid the head along my tongue.
“Get greedy, Micki. Take my dick like a good girl.”
I opened wider, and he filled my mouth with his cock.
Ryatt pushed his sweats to the floor.
“Fuck,” Cruz said on a gasp. Ryatt’s cock was long, thick, and beautiful with a blunt dome and deep slit. Veins roped the length, stretching from a thatch of dark, neatly groomed hair. His body was lean with smoothmuscle. Small, flat nipples centered on defined pectorals. A thin strip of hair bisected his abdominals.
Cruz’s cock pulsed in my mouth. I moaned and swallowed. Spit leaked from the corners as my lips stretched around him. When Ryatt stepped closer, Cruz jerked his cock from between my lips. I lifted my gaze to Ryatt. He fisted his cock and eased it into my mouth. I traced the swollen veins then curled my tongue around the head, relishing the smooth, heated flesh.
I was a needy whore, teetering between agony and ecstasy. Ryatt and Cruz took turns sliding their cocks into my mouth. I slurped, savored, and sucked. Cruz’s hold on my braid made my scalp tingle, and Ryatt’s gentle touch to my cheek, as he slid his fingertips along my neck sent shivers over my flesh. I arched my back as my pussy contracted, desperate and aching for more.
A whimper escaped my throat as I tried to reach between my legs, but I needed my arms to brace my upper body.
“Our baby needs more,” Cruz said. He let go of my hair but kept one hand wrapped around his dick. Clear fluids leaked from the slit. I bent forward, wanting one more taste.
“I’m hungry, too,” Ryatt said. “I’ve been dreaming about eating your pussy for months.” Ryatt climbed onto the bed with me and tugged my panties down my thighs. Then he stretched out horizontally on the bed. “Ride my face like you ride your bike.”
I smiled and straddled his head. The first hot swipe of his tongue had fire slipping through my veins. I burned as he teased my folds and melted as he painted my clit with his tongue.
Ryatt groaned long and low as he gripped my thighs and anchored me to his mouth. He licked me, eating my pussy like he’d never tasted anything better.
Cruz stood at the edge of the bed, dick in hand, and a devilish grin on his lips. I bent forward, riding Ryatt’s face, and Cruz glossed my lips with precum. I licked the bitter fluids as I stared into his face.
“Is this what you want?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Beg for it. Tell me how much you want my cock. Prove you’re our Heller whore.” They had the patch on their backs, but it would be my name on their lips.
These Hellers were mine.
“I want your cock. Fuck my face.”
“Ah Micki, you’re showing Ryatt that you’re not always sweet. You’re a dirty girl.”
“Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.” Ryatt drilled his tongue inside me. Muscles spasmed and a hiss crawled up my throat. My hips rocked against his mouth, driving me toward the edge of a sweet tempting abyss.
I stared down between my legs. Ryatt stared at me as he sucked on my clit. My lips formed an O as a dark twist of pleasure coiled low in my belly. “Feels so good,” I whispered to him.
Cruz gripped my jaw. “Don’t come or this will be over before we even get started.” He pushed his cock into my mouth. My eyes closed and my nostrils flared. With each thrust, I fought my gag reflex as I fought my need to come.
As Ryatt sucked my clit and fucked me with his tongue, I whimpered and moaned, grinding down onto his face.
And I worked Cruz’s cock with my tongue and lips.
