“That’s it, Micki. Choke on it. Show me how much you like sucking my dick.”
While Cruz fucked my face, Ryatt decimated my pussy. He plunged two fingers into me, and I couldn’t slow the tidal wave of sensations surging through me. I lost sense of everything but the two men wreaking havoc on my mind and body.
My thighs trembled, and a shiver raced along my spine. Ryatt’s tongue glided along my clit. “Oh god.” I curled my fingers into his hair, rode his mouth, and shattered.
“She’s ours,” Cruz said to Ryatt. “Her pussy is ours.”
My pussy, my heart, my fucking soul was theirs. I wasn’t me without them.
“I think she owns us,” Ryatt said from between my thighs.
I grunted, and Cruz jerked his cock from my mouth.
“I’m yours,” I gasped before he thrust back into my mouth. I braced on one arm, cradled Cruz’s balls in my palm, and pressed a finger against his taint. My spit soaked his balls. I gathered the slippery moisture and teased his tight, back hole with the tip of my finger. Then I pushed in.
“Fuck.” With another hard thrust, hot ropes of cum splashed the back of my throat. He held tight to my braid, every muscle in his body seizing, and his gut clenching.
He pulled out of my mouth, tugged me to my knees by my braid and crushed his mouth to mine. He growled, curling his tongue around mine, tasting himself in my mouth.
Ryatt, still lying on the bed, kept his mouth on my pussy, and wrapped his hand around the back of Cruz’s thigh, pulling him closer.
My heart hiccupped, seeing the hesitation on Cruz’s face. He crawled onto the bed and kneeled beside me. As Ryatt continued to devour my cunt, Cruz kissed along my neck and pinched my nipples. But his focus was torn between me and Ryatt.
They’d kissed and touched. This was uncharted territory for both of them. Cruz was trusting another person. This was more than sex. These were heavy emotional connections. Cruz would get into his own head and doubt how amazing he is. He didn’t feel worthy of love.
To be honest, I didn’t know what Ryatt wanted. Other than me. I didn’t know if wanting us meant he’d caught feelings for Cruz, too.
Ryatt’s breath was warm on my pussy.
“He wants you,” I whispered to him. “He doesn’t know if you want him the same way. He’s waiting for you to decide.” I had the taste of Cruz on my tongue, and Ryatt’s face glistened with my juices. There were no rules to what we wanted.
Ryatt trekked his hand along the ladder of Cruz’s lats, higher onto his back, and tunneled his fingers into his hair.
Cruz bent over Ryatt and dragged his tongue over Ryatt’s nipple. Ryatt sucked in a breath and his cock kicked.
I slid off Ryatt, but left my leg draped across his torso. Cruz lifted his head and his gaze connected with Ryatt’s. They stared hard at each other, then Ryatt cradled Cruz’s skull in his palm and urged him toward his dick.
A savage growl erupted from Cruz. He banded his fist around Ryatt’s cock and swallowed him to the root.
I sucked in a breath, and Ryatt’s back arched. He hissed through clenched teeth and thrust his hips. Cruz dragged his lips along the length as he drew back. His tongue teased and tasted, and then he sucked Ryatt deep again.
Nothing I’d ever done came close to the way Cruz claimed Ryatt. He devoured him. I couldn’t tear my gaze away. But then Ryatt’s fingers were tracing the pleats of my spine. I leaned over him and kissed him. He kept one hand on me and one hand on Cruz.
Cruz bobbed on Ryatt’s cock, but he reached between my thighs and slid two fingers into my pussy. I kissed Ryatt, and gripped Cruz’s wrist as I fucked his hand.
Ryatt ripped his mouth from mine. “Fuck.” Tendons in his neck stretched. His hands balled into fists, and veins in his arms surged with blood. “Fuck.”
His body convulsed. Cruz shoved his fingers deep inside me, hitting my G-spot and triggering another mind-numbing release. Stars exploded behind my closed eyes. A wild kaleidoscope of colors and feelings ricocheted through me. I rode his hand and gasped for breath.
Cruz gripped my braid and tugged my head back. “Open your mouth.”
I did. He slammed his mouth over mine. Ryatt’s cum slid down my tongue, his taste blending with Cruz’s. I whimpered, lashing my tongue against Cruz’s. My piercing clinked against his teeth.
“Share.” Ryatt tugged my mouth to his. I’d swallowed, but Ryatt groaned with the hint of bitterness lingering on my tongue. When we parted, Ryatt cradledmy cheek, and Cruz sipped my lips. Once again, the three of us were a tangle of tongues, lips, and ragged breaths.
Finally, Cruz slipped out of bed, crossed the room, and snapped off the light.
I slid beneath the covers with Ryatt. He spooned in behind me and kissed my shoulder.
