“I’ll show you what she likes.” Nemo pushed his way between my legs, latching his mouth to my mound and flicking. Pleasure snapped through me, wild and fast. My back arched.
Baz grabbed Nemo’s hair and tugged him from between my legs.
“Dammit,” I sighed, but Baz dived back in before I even finished griping.
“Shit,” I whined as they continued to battle for who got to eat me out. The heat from Baz’s long licks melted my body, while Nemo’s rough flicks shook my core. They gripped and shoved one another, diving between my thighs with increased gusto each time. Slowly, the gap between their timing grew shorter and shorter, winding my body tight. One lick from Baz, one from Nemo—grunts and growls pressed against my sex.
They didn’t even hesitate when their tongues collided. So unbothered by the other’s proximity, I had to wonder if I wasjust the excuse for their contact. Their mouths wrestled against me aggressively. I moaned as both tongues slid inside me, pushing in with each other. I clutched their hair, and spread my legs over each of their shoulders. Their mouths raced to my clit, sliding across one another as they attempted to dominate my pleasure over the other.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, my toes curling. My voice pulled them from whatever strange fight this was. Finally, they worked in tandem, one tongue pushing inside me hot and wet, the other drawing circles that made every muscle in my legs tense. My fingers dug into their shoulders, holding them in place.
Nemo’s large hand slid up my body, gripping my breast in his palm. Meanwhile, Baz’s gloved hand spread over my stomach, pinning my swaying hips to the bed. I cried out, and their grips tightened. Someone sucked as the other speared. I fell over the edge, coming roughly. My moans filled the room, and their mouths grew frantic and fast, working to prolong the orgasm as long as possible.
The moment I stopped levitating off the bed, they climbed up my body. Their shoulders brushed, and they shot glares at one another. I was afraid they’d each grab an arm and rip me in half, but Nemo quickly wrapped his arm around my waist and tugged me against his chest.
My bare ass could feel the outline of Nemo’s cock from behind me. I squirmed against his erection and was rewarded with his deep groan. His fingers slid into my pussy from behind, making my stomach clench.
Baz caged in my front, his pants pulled below his cock. Apparently, at least one condom made it out Verfallen with him. He preferred them after his cum nearly killed me in the past. His gloved fingers gripped my thigh, lifting it up, opening me to him. His length slid against Nemo’s fingers slowly as he pushed inside me.
“I’ll show you how she likes it,” Baz said with a smile, mimicking Nemo’s words about giving me head. Suddenly, Baz ripped me from Nemo and pulled me underneath him, caging me in. Also, effectively, removing Nemo from the equation.
“You’re such a fucking…” Nemo ground his jaw.
“A fucking what?” Baz’s tongue darted over his lips as he sank inside me. I was staying out of this. Well, as much as I could considering my body was the battleground. Vocally, though, probably not my place. Also, it was hard to concentrate on much while Baz pressed his hips flush with mine and groaned.
“A fucking brat,” Nemo growled. Baz laughed, dragging his cock slowly out.
“Maybe you’re the brat. Ever thought about that?” Baz pushed so deep between my legs that I saw stars. Nemo shot off the bed, standing naked behind Baz. Then he shoved him forward, making Baz collapse on top of me. I sighed in annoyance. It was cute with the tongues, this, not so much.
“Ooo, harder,” Baz laughed, goading Nemo on as he ground his cock inside me. I swallowed my annoyance, nearly choking on a moan. Nemo peered over Baz’s shoulder, smiling nefariously at me as he spat on his hand. Then the hand disappeared somewhere south. Baz’s eyes widened, and his cock flexed inside me.
“Shit,” he rasped. His thrusts came to a halt.
“Baz,” I whined.
“No one warned me that leaving the safety of the asylum meant a finger up the ass,” Baz said. He blew out a breath and started to move again. Nemo wrapped Baz’s shirt in his fist and appeared to dig his finger in further. Baz’s lips parted, and the slightest flush of green brushed his cheeks. Something I’d never seen before. I hadn’t thought he was capable of blushing, or that it’d be that color.
“Fuck. Bite me, Bree,” Baz rasped. He’d orgasm if I bit him, something he usually hated because it ended things early.
“Not yet,” Nemo said behind him.
“Aren’tyousupposed to listen tome?” Baz looked over his shoulder.
“Am I?” Nemo laughed.
“I’m in charge,” Baz snapped suddenly, heat bubbling in his words. My heart beat faster and I gripped his shoulders. I’d never heard him sound like that, and it, concerningly, thrilled me.
“What?” Nemo asked, looking gobsmacked. Baz swallowed down the anger in an instant, like a light switch being flicked. There and gone. He blinked a few times, then he cleared his throat.
“You two can’t take a joke,” he said with a smirk. Nemo narrowed his eyes then roughly jerked Baz’s pants down another few inches, giving himself better access. He spat on his fingers, and sank them low, out of sight.
“Well,” Baz rasped, “this is … new.” He swallowed thickly, pounding into me harder. When he gave a shudder, his eyes nearly closing, I knew he wouldn’t last long.
“Shit, pull them out,” Baz whispered to Nemo.
“No,” Nemo said. Baz swallowed thickly.
“Do you like him back there?” I asked.
