No, what I should have been focused on was the sudden empty feeling that washed over me the second that Dom pulled out. It forced a groan from my throat because I knew what came next.
Chapter Eight
Katia
Caleb shifted so that he was on his back, and there was no way that I was letting his delicious cock fall from my lips. But this was such a dangerous game, because now I was hooked on the man. I knew what the deal was. It was always the same. This wasn’t meant to last, but it never stopped the thought from creeping in from time to time.
I was a drifter, moving from place to place all too often and never content to settle down. It was a very lonely life, but it allowed me to have adventures like this without fear of too many consequences. Was I reckless sometimes? Maybe. But it never stopped me from seeking pleasure on my own terms.
The fact that we weren’t using any protection wasn’t lost on me, either. My brain scrambled to do that math. I wasn’t in my window and should be fine, but that wasn’t reliable. However, it wasn’t something I wanted to distract me from the moment. I had two absolutely amazing men at my mercy, and the bigger of the two was sliding into place behind me.
Ever since I had my first sample of Dom’s cock, I wanted to feel it inside me as well. Caleb had been fun. I’d enjoyed being a first for him, but now it was his husband’s turn.
The second he pushed inside, I gasped. Caleb’s cock slipped from my mouth and landed on his abdomen with an audible wet slap. I tossed my head back because while Dom wasn’t that much different in size than his husband—the angle was different and I was still so sensitive from Caleb having his fun.
“Oh fuck, sweetheart. Your pussy is so damn perfect. It’s gripping me just right.” Dom’s hands slammed down onto my hips as he pistoned into me. There was no finesse to it, but I couldn’t complain because this was the best part of sex. The moment a man lost control and pounded into me with abandon. I wanted to feel this for days. I needed a reminder of my time with these men.
Caleb’s cock leaked onto his stomach and I reached for it, pumping it loosely in a tease. He hissed at the contact because I knew it wasn’t enough. I’d been far less gentle with him before now, but I wanted him on the edge, not falling over it just yet.
I ran the flat of my tongue along the bottom of his length, although the tip ended up forced into my mouth by a particularly hard thrust from Dom. With anyone else, I would have been annoyed, but it all felt too good. The combination of pleasure points had me floating sky high.
His cock sank all the way to the back of my throat, causing me to gag. If there was one thing I was proud of, it was that I didn’t often gag. Deep-throating was an art I’d perfected with lots ofpractice. Gagging wasn’t something I enjoyed—the feeling or the sound—but that didn’t seem to be the case with Dom and Caleb. My eyes met Caleb’s, and they widened as he shoved his cock between my lips even deeper, causing me to make the sounds again.
“Fuck, beautiful. Do it again.”
I shrugged and lowered my head, tightening my throat and gagging around his length once more. A long, low groan filled the room. It wasn’t just one, but two. Both men seemed to enjoy it, so I kept going.
My throat’ll be sore tomorrow, but it'll be worth it. So damn worth it. Everything about these men was. I didn’t know why I kept having those thoughts. It wasn’t like me to be like this.
I probably looked a complete mess. Drool ran down my chin and I could feel the itch of the mascara streaking onto my cheeks. The disheveledness of it all would normally bother me, but I was too lost in the moment to care.
Sure, I’d been risky sometimes in the past, maybe played a bit more than I should have, but there wassomethingabout Caleb and Dom that made me want to pull out all the stops. Hope. But that was dangerous. I knew what this was. There was no need to keep thinking it could be anything different. And yet…
Dom pounding into me roughly drew me out of my thoughts, his grip on my hips bordering on bruising. My eyes rolled back as I continued to suck and choke on Caleb. This was what I lived for. The feeling of being at the mercy of multiple partners like this. To feel surrounded, full, and complete.
“Such a sweet, wet pussy. Feels so damn good. You like that, beautiful girl? You like the feel of being stuffed at both ends?” Dom sounded out of breath as he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled. It was more than enough to make my toes curl into the couch.
Pain mixed with pleasure was such a sweet thing. The more his fist weaved into my long blonde curls, the more I struggled to keep my focus on Caleb’s cock. My head was yanked from his length and dragged backward until my face was close to Dom’s. His lips slammed against mine, and he let out a deep moan as he tasted his husband in my mouth.
The salty tang of his pre-cum mixed with our previous releases was a deadly combination, one that Dom quickly got hooked on. His tongue sought out every bit he could find. When we finally broke apart, I was dizzy from the lack of breath. I wanted more. So much more. To keep kissing him until I forgot my name and where I came from. Tomorrow this would all be a distant memory to reflect on.
“Dom...” I whined as he released my hair, allowing me to fall forward onto Caleb.
Caleb was glassy-eyed and his hands roamed my chest like he wasn’t completely sure what to do with me. When his hands cupped my breasts and squeezed, I gave him an approving purr. He rolled the flesh in his hands, tweaking my nipples, causing ripples of pleasure to flow through me. It was all so much, and I was on the verge of shattering once more. Sex was always intense for me, but this was on another level. There was just something about how we all moved together, like we’d done this a million times before.
“What do you need from him?” Caleb’s question took me by surprise at first. My thoughts were scrambled. It was impossible to think with Dom’s cock continuing to pound inside of me, hitting all my inner pleasure spots in all the perfect ways.
When I still hadn’t replied, Caleb tweaked a nipple, causing a hiss of pain to rush past my lips.
“Come on, gorgeous. Tell us what you need.”
I whined again, resting my forehead against Caleb’s shoulder.
“Come. I need to come.”
Caleb groaned. He squeezed my breasts tightly once more. “Then fall apart for us. I want to see you come undone.”
And that was all it took. I sobbed as my pussy clenched, squeezing Dom for all it was worth as my orgasm washed over me.
