Mitch stands quickly and reaches over me to grab Ian by the jaw to demand his attention. “Stop stroking your own cock and put it in her throat, dumbass,” he demands.
Mitch is growing impatient by the second, and I love seeing this side of him. I love that both of them can drop all their filters and leave all their masks at the door to be themselves in here with me.
Mitch kisses Ian with a quick peck, then smacks his cheek for emphasis. Ian looks at Mitch as if seeing him for the first time. A smile spreads across his face, and he laughs.
“I can’t believeI’ve known you for over a decade, and I didn’t know you were a sadist until I called you cute and you bent me over and fucked me raw,” Ian chuckles. “You think you know someone.”
“Don’t take it personally,” Mitch replies, crouching back down behind me, pulling my hair behind my shoulders. “I didn’t know I was a sadist until I met this little masochist.”
Mitch sinks his hand in my hair, gripping it tightly and pulling back so my back arches, pushing my tits out toward Ian. Ian sucks in a sharp breath at the sight, his eyes glued to my chest.
“There are so many things in life that I can’t control. Things that seem to come so fucking easy to everyone else, and I’m left drowning just trying to figure shit out,” Mitch says, planting a kiss on my neck. “Being in control of her changed everything…but you…” he spits, pointing a finger up at Ian, “Mother fucker! Holding out on me for ten goddamn years.”
“Fuck you, I didn’t hold out. I was waiting for the missing piece to make us whole,” Ian says, looking straight down at me.
My heart nearly explodes. He can’t be talking about me. I’m barely a whole piece for myself. How can I possibly be a missing piece for them?
“What took you so long to find us?” Mitch whispers in my ear. “Show her how she fits with us, Ian. Show our girl how long we’ve waited to have her to ourselves.”
Our girl.
My heart is in my throat as Ian steps forward and taps the head of his cock against my tongue before sliding it past my lips, thrusting slowly until saliva coats his cock and he’s deep in my mouth. Long. Thick. Delicious. A wave of euphoria washes over me as I feel him hit the back of my throat.
“Good girl,” Mitch praises as I gag on his best friend’s cock. “Fucking perfection.”
Mitch settles behind me, and the hand in my hair tightens, securing me in place for Ian’s thrusts. Each thrust fills every cell of my body with a burning desire that can only be quenched by the salty taste of Ian in the back of my throat.
I moan around Ian’s cock, enjoying the feeling of being used by him while Mitch whispers dirty words in my ear, encouraging Ian to go harder, faster, deeper. I swallow around his cock, feeling him throb in my mouth.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined choking on his dick,” Mitch growls in my ear, “The way I fantasized about this moment so many times. I knew you could fucking take him.” A bit of pride making its way into his tone.
My lips stretch around Ian’s thickness as he begins thrusting deeper into my mouth, steady and cautious. Too cautious. I want to know. I need to see if I can handle him my way. Every inch of him. I want him. I need him. All of him.
In an act of desperation, I grab Ian’s hips, pulling him towards me, pushing him deeper into my throat until I choke down every curve and every ridge that makes him unique and intoxicating.
“Holy shit!” Ian moans, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head as I bob my head on his cock.
“I told you!” Mitch laughs like a maniac. “Our slut knows what she likes. Trust her.”
Throwing caution to the wind, Ian grips a fist of my hair in one hand, assisting my movements with his own control, and picks up his rhythm. His hips pushing deeper and harder into my throat.
There is something so sensual about the way Ian fucks my mouth. His movements are smooth and fluid and so fucking deep. I savor the taste of him, feeling his hardness slide into my mouth with precision and the pressure at the back of my throat, causing me to moan around him. With his free hand, he wipesaway the tears that roll down my face with his thumb, then raps me on the cheek leaving behind a subtle sting, and my pussy begs for the same treatment.
I put more pressure on his hips, and he stops thrusting, “Are you okay? Was that too much?” he asks in a panic, trying to pull out, but I hold him in place and choke around him.
I shake my head slightly to answer and give him a wink as he looks down at me with concern, an action that is such a staple of his personality—my angel.
“Hit her again,” my demon growls from next to my ear. “Hit her while she fucking chokes.”
Mitch lifts his hand to Ian’s thighs, and together, we slowly pull Ian’s hips forward as his thick cock slips deeper into my throat, pushing past all resistance and, with it, my ability to breathe. But I don’t care. I need this more than I need air.
Mitch gives one final jerk of Ian’s hips, and he sinks balls deep into my throat. I gag roughly around him as Mitch holds him in place.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Ian moans as my lips stretch tight around him.
I look up at him through watery eyes as he towers over me, his head thrown back in ecstasy. His hand grips my hair tight, cock so deep in my throat my nose presses into his abdomen. An immediate burst of arousal slickens my thighs with the feeling of him so deep.
His head drops to watch me as I constrict my throat muscles, swallowing around him, and his eyes roll into the back of his head from the added pressure.
