Mitch returns with a fresh condom and climbs on the bed to kneel behind Ian, squiring a decent amount of lube down Ian’s ass. Unable to wait any longer, Mitch takes a deep breath and lines himself up with Ian’s perky ass.
“What, no prep?” Ian says, looking around at Mitch, who looks back with a sadistic glint in his eye. I’ve seen that look before. I’ve been a willing victim to that look before. My pussy throbs just remembering all the things Mitch has done to me with that look in his eyes.
Mitch grabs Ian by the hips, “Breathe bitch,” and pulls him back, sliding into him in one push. I watch with wide eyes, completely captivated as Mitch bottoms out inside Ian; the moan he lets out is deep and guttural, so foreign in a way, but yet it sounds so familiar.
“Fuuuck,” Ian groans out at the intrusion but makes no effort to stop Mitch’s thrusts.
Mitch loses control, slamming into him without mercy or hesitation. Ian’s moans turn into low, desperate cries as he grabs onto me like a lifeline and buries his face in my tits. I tangle my hands in his hair and hold onto him as Mitch plows into him, rocking both of our bodies.
I slip my hand down his abdomen and grip his cock, stroking him as rhythmically as I can to Mitch’s thrusts. His cock throbs in my hand, pulsating with need. His jaw clenches, his muscles tense, and I lean in, my lips pressing against his ear as I stroke him, “I do need you, Ian. I can’t believe I ever thought I didn’t.”
Ian’s breath catches in his throat at my words, and his eyes shoot up to mine. I feel his heart racing against my chest. His eyes flicker down to where my hand is still wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with Mitch’s thrusts.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hips bucking forward, driving himself deeper into my grip. “I’m going to cum.”
“Wait,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire.
His eyes snap up to meet mine, and in that moment, I see a hunger in his gaze that takes my breath away. I wiggle my body down under him until my pussy is lined up with his leaking cock. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull my hips up, burying his cock to the hilt into my sensitive pussy.
Ian thrusts into me, seeking his release as Mitch pounds into his ass to do the same.
“Fuck yes!” Mitch moans from behind Ian. He reaches forward and grabs a fist full of Ian’s hair, “Cum in our girl, Ian. Fucking fill her. I want to watch you leak out of her swollen pussy.”
Ian’s whole body tenses as he reaches his peak, and I feel every inch of him twitch as he spills his nut deep inside me,whimpering and moaning as he uses me as a vessel for his release.
“Don’t move,” Mitch demands, and he pounds into Ian’s ass a few more times before grunting out his own release with each thrust. “Fuck! Oh fuck!”
His thrusts come to a stop, and we all still for a few blissful moments, relishing our undoing.
Mitch pulls out of Ian, and they both groan with the movement.
Mitch slips the condom off with a tissue and throws it away before coming back over and pulling on Ian’s hips, and his heavy cock slides out of me. A flood of cum follows and drips down my cunt onto the sheets.
“Fuck,” Mitch groans, reaching out to brush his fingers over my swollen pussy. I whimper at his touch. “Look at you, baby. You’re a fucking mess. Got your fill at both ends.”
I can feel my cheeks heating up at his words and their eyes taking in every part of my body that is sweaty and spent.
“Fucking perfection,” Ian whispers, joining Mitch in pushing his cum back inside my pussy.
Mitch runs his free hand up Ian’s back and into his hair, pulling it gently toward him and claiming his lips. Even under heavy eyelids, I can see their passion for each other. It’s a fucking privilege to witness their love like a fly on the wall in such an intimate moment.
Mitch pulls back from Ian to hover his lips just over Ian’s as he whispers something I can’t quite make out. Ian nods in agreement, and they look down at me with the same look of satisfaction and a hint of anticipation.
“Hi,” I say, my voice hoarse and cracking.
They smile from ear to ear and climb up the mattress to lay on either side of me, cuddling up to me and laying their headson my chest. My heart swells as I soak in the feeling of being the meat of an Ian and Mitch sandwich.
Ian tilts his head up, pulls my chin to him, and captures my lips, his tongue invading my mouth, slow and tenderly. I can still taste myself on his lips, and it sends a shock through my system, but it quickly fizzles out with my utter exhaustion.
As soon as our kiss breaks, Mitch pulls my chin toward him and takes his turn, invading my mouth with a gentleness that I always look forward to after our more extreme hookups. Ian's fingers trace circles over my chest, and a buzz runs through me. I can’t help but imagine always feeling this way with them.
“How are you feeling?” Mitch asks, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.
“So good. So tired,” I reply with a weak smile.
“No sleeping yet,” Mitch says, lowering his head and planting a kiss on my nipple. “We need to get you cleaned up.”
A hot shower sounds nice, but my body is down for the count.
