The answer to that question is five.
As I come back to earth, I find Fritz gazing up at me from between my legs, eyes hazy with lust. He leaves tender kisses along my thighs, the gentle touch easing me back down. Caspian’s seated behind me, holding me against him and whispering praises against my hair.
“You were spectacular,” he tells me, adjusting the graduation cap that’s begun to fall from my head for the umpteenth time. “Are you alright?”
Imhmm, eyes still closed, and he chuckles.
“Can you take any more, my Songbird?” Fritz asks against my skin.
While I’m admittedly exhausted, the way Fritz works his tongue against me still has me craving more. Something different than just his wicked mouth.
I crook my finger in a silent summons, and he scrambles to crawl up my body. I pull his mouth to mine, carding my hand through his hair to hold him against me. He’s so wound up; even just a kiss has him moaning. I can only imagine how much pain he’s in, and I want nothing more than to give him the relief he needs.
I run a finger along the waistband of his underwear, ordering, “Off,” causing him to shudder at the command.
“Off?” he repeats, sounding more like a plea than a question.
“Mhmm,” I murmur against his lips.
“And then what?” his breathless question sends another flood of wetness between my legs.
“And then you can see just how well I listened in class.” As soon as the words leave my lips, he frantically lays down on his back and strips the small remainder of clothing he still has on. “Stay right there,” I tell him before he can sit back up.
I remove myself from Caspian’s embrace and kneel between Fritz’s legs, lowering myself to lick a drop from the tip. Fritz grabs the length of my hair, holding it out of my face to watch as I work him.
He immediately whimpers and starts pleading with me, “Darling Bel, I’ve been hard as fuck for over an hour. I can’t take any teasing right now.”
Relenting, I wrap my mouth around him, easing myself up and down, using my one good hand for balance next to his hip. I worry for a moment that it’ll be a lot harder to get him off without an extra set of hands, but he’s so desperate to come already, hopefully, it won’t be a problem.
“Get that ass in the air,” Caspian suggests from behind me, “and I’ll make you scream around his cock.”
“Oh, fuck— oh, yes,” Fritz babbles while I do as Caspian says.
Once I’m positioned with my ass and pussy on full display for Caspian behind me, he groans at the sight, running his fingers through the wet, overly sensitive flesh. I whine at the touch and try to fuck myself on his fingers, but he only teases my opening, gathering my slick on his fingers.
“I’m going to use my fingers to fuck this tight little asshole,” he tells me, “It’s only fair since you did the same to me, right?” If I could speak, I’d begyes, please, but instead, I just moan in agreement and sink my mouth further down around Fritz.
“Christ, Bel. Love feeding you my cock—” he moans, long and low, “Looks so good in that mouth.”
As I work up and down Fritz’s length, breathing through the desire to gag, Caspian slides his slicked fingers up, barely pressing against the tight ring of muscles, not entering. I try to rub myself against him, hoping to ease one in. I want to feel the fullness and relief of it more than I thought possible.
“You can take more, Dove, can’t you?” Caspian taunts, “Take him all the way in, baby. Let him feel your throat.”
Taking one more deep breath, I lower myself bit by bit, eyes locked on Fritz’s tortured face. He practically yelps as he hits the back of my throat, causing my eyes to water.
“Oh,fuck, good job, Bel,” Caspian praises just before sinking the tip of a finger inside my ass, and I release a muffled, shrill moan. He eases it in and out, gently working me open, muttering to himself about how tight I am and how much he wants to fuck that hole and fill it with cum.
Each moan and cry that leaves me pulls one from Fritz until we’re both messy and needy, begging for release in our own way. I’m working myself back onto Caspian’s finger, forcing it further inside me while his other hand reaches around to rub my clit.
Fritz’s begging is more literal, falling into a fit of half sentences and chanting of my name. The heady combination of Caspian working me and Fritz submitting so wholly to me is so fucking overwhelming I’m ready to combust.
Fritz’s cock begins to swell in my mouth, his hand clenched in my hair in his desperation, barely keeping himself from fucking up into my throat. At his impending orgasm, I feel the sudden pressure of my own coming. I fuck myself faster on Caspian’s hand, frantically chasing the oblivion they’re both granting me.
Caspian pulls his finger from my ass and more forcefully shoves two back in, pushing me screaming over the edge of insanity. As soon as I start to fall apart, Fritz shouts, “Shit— oh shit, I’m coming.” For the second time today, my mouth and throat are filled with cum as we’re lost in our mutual pleasure, riding out the wave together.
The moment Fritz releases his grip on my hair, I slip my mouth off of him, swallowing down as much of the spend as I can, knowing full well droplets are cascading down my chin. I allow myself to fall on my back on the bed, catching my breath. The room is filled with the sound of heaving breaths, the three of us fighting to come back to earth from the high we’ve been riding all afternoon.
“You did so well, Belissenda,” Caspian coos, “Here, my Dove.” I crack open an eye to find him standing beside the bed, looking far less disheveled than I feel. He’s holding out a glass of water in one hand and some of my prescription painkillers in the other.
