“Fucking hell,” Ian moans, his voice cracking. His cock twitches deep in my mouth, and I gag hard. Tears stream down the corners of my eyes, and his hand comes down on my cheek again, harder this time. “You’re fucking incredible.”
“She’s more than incredible…she’s ours. Look at her taking your dick like her throat was fucking made for you,” Mitch says,watching in awe, well aware of all the tricks I have up my sleeve and down my throat. “Has anyone else ever been able to deep-throat you like this?”
“Never,” Ian whimpers as I attempt to roll my tongue along his length. His hand comes down on my cheek once more and lingers on my face until it tightens around my jaw, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head.
“We found our ‘Always.’” Mitch praises me, dropping his usual sadist bedroom mask to show his gooey center. “And we’re never fucking letting her go, are we?”
“Never,” Ian repeats, and my heart joins Ian’s dick in my throat.
The mixture of Ian’s dick warming in my throat, with each of their hands in my hair, is enough to do me in. But with Ian’s other hand gripping my jaw and Mitch cupping Ian’s balls, I’m well past the point of bursting for stimulation.
My lungs burn from the lack of air, and I dig my nails into Ian’s thighs. He groans, and his eyes flutter shut as he tries to pull out, but Mitch grips his hips, slamming his cock back into the depths of my throat. Stars burst behind my eyes at the impact, and I’m so fucking close to cumming it hurts.
“You can breathe when I say you can breathe,” Mitch spits through gritted teeth.
He slips his hand from my hair to rubbing circles around my clit. My body jerks involuntarily, and I moan out around Ian’s cock as an intense orgasm rips through me instantly. My whole body convulses, and my eyes roll into the back of my head like some possessed oxygen-deprived sex doll.
“I swear there’s a G-spot in her throat or something,” Mitch laughs, relishing in my undoing. “You beautiful creature.”
Sensing my now overwhelming need for oxygen, Mitch drops his hand from Ian’s hip, and Ian pulls out of my throatcompletely. I immediately suck in greedy gasps of air between cries as the waves continue to hit me one after another.
Ian kneels in front of me and watches me cum with fire in his eyes as his fingers join Mitch in their dance around my clit before slipping two fingers inside me.
I moan profanities with a guttural edge as Mitch grips tight onto one of my thighs to keep me wide and accessible for them.
Ian’s eyes travel down my body and settle on his fingers disappearing between my thighs. I cry out as he curls his fingers against the perfect spot, and the overstimulation reaches new heights until I crash back down hard and fast.
My body goes limp against Mitch, and he slides his hand up from my clit to hold me around my waist.
Ian hovers in front of me, blurry at first, but as my vision clears, the first thing I see is the two fingers that were just inside of me are now inside his mouth, sucking my arousal off his flesh, his eyes dark with desire.
“Get her on the bed,” Mitch demands from behind me, his erection pressing into my lower back, ready for attention.
TEN
Like a good boy, Ian sweeps me in his arms and carries me to the bed, laying me gently on the mattress. His hand rests on my stomach as the remnants of my climax still buzz under my skin. I take the moment to stretch my body, arching my back and tilting my head from side to side.
I prop myself up on my elbows to find both boys staring at me with hungry eyes. I can’t help my eyes dropping to Ian’s cock, the weight of it causing his erection to point toward the floor. I can’t believe I fit that monster in my throat.
Ian is the first to move as he holds his hands out to Mitch. His right hand, balled into a fist, hovers over his left palm. Mitch looks between Ian and his hands as if he’s trying to decipher a code.
“Rock, paper, scissors,” Ian explains, seeing the confusion on Mitch’s face.
“What?” Mitch asks, even more confused. The dominant bedroom mask still slipping from his face, and my favorite himbo is front and center again. Bless his soul.
“Rock, paper, scissors,” Ian repeats, slower this time with a hint of sarcasm. “The winner gets first choice,” Ian explains, a devious grin pulling at his lips as his eyes flick to me.
All my life, I’ve had people talk about me like I wasn’t sitting in the same room as them. They would discuss my choices, analyze my actions, and pass judgments based on information they never even bothered to ask.
This is different. This is raw. This is dangerous. Above all, this is hot as fuck.
My body heats up as I watch them discuss the game, and my arousal comes back with a vengeance. I have never rebounded from an orgasm so fast in my life.
Listening to them argue about who’s going to fuck me first only adds more heat to the smoldering embers of my core. I shift on the bed, squeezing my thighs together, waiting for whichever lucky bastard is going to spread them wide to claim his prize.
Mitch licks his lips, mimics Ian’s hands, and rolls his neck like he’s about to run onto a field for a round of tackle football.
“Ready?” Ian asks, raising his eyebrows at his best friend's energy.
