His mouth locks onto my clit, and he sucks, hard and immediate. His tongue is a brutal, devouring thing, licking intome with intensity. He fucks me with his tongue before sliding three fingers inside.
I yelp, my hips jerking off the couch. It’s obscene, how wet I am for him, and he drinks me down like he’s been dying of thirst. It’s raw ownership. Every slick, hungry sound he makes vibrates through my core. I’m babbling, meaningless pleas and curses falling from my lips.
“Fuck, Vince,” I sob, my hands clutching at the short, dark strands of his hair.
He groans against my pussy, the vibration tearing a ragged scream from my throat. His tongue flicks hard over my clit, then plunges deep again, tasting every bit of the slickness Kat’s fingers left behind.
I wish I could reach him. Touch him. Hold him. Stroke him.
Kat watches from beside me, her fingers gently brushing the hair from my forehead, her touch soothing in contrast to the chaos of Vince’s mouth between my legs.
“Look at him,” she murmurs. “So fucking desperate for you. All those years of pent-up need, wants, and desires overflowing, but I fucking knew. I knew from the moment I met you two how much you wanted to let him have you.”
Her words are like a match dropped in gasoline. A fire rips through me at her ease of being so open about something I’ve kept so quiet for so long. Hearing her admit that she saw through me the whole time.
“Cum for him, Ollie. Give yourself to him just like you’ve always wanted to. Let him have you.”
His nose grinds against my clit, his stubble scraping my sensitive skin, and the sharp mix of pain and pleasure winds the coil inside me to a breaking point.
Vince’s moans vibrate through my core, his fingers hooking deeper, scissoring inside me. Filling me as he sucks my clitbetween his teeth, tongue pressing relentlessly against the ball of nerves.
“That’s it,” Kat purrs, her breath hot against my ear. “Fuck his fucking face.”
Her words crash over me, a final permission that shatters my control.
My hips buck uncontrollably, meeting the ruthless drive of his mouth. His stubble rasps against my tender skin, a bright, sharp counterpoint to the soft, wet suction. I am unraveling, a scream trapped in my throat.
Kat’s hands leave my hair and slide down to my breasts, her palms rough and possessive as they cup and squeeze.
The pressure builds, fed by his tongue and her hands.
“Cum for us, Ollie,” Kat purrs, her breath hot against my ear.
Every suck, every lick, every pinch sends another wave of heat crashing through me.
“Please, please, I can’t—” but Vince doesn’t let up.
Kat bites my earlobe. “Yes, you can. You’re going to drown him and he’s going to thank you for it.”
A final stroke of his tongue detonates the tension. My back bows off the couch as a raw, tearing cry escapes me. The orgasm rips through me, violent and obliterating, my entire body seizing as I scream into the firelit room. Pleasure erupts in hot, pulsing waves, a flood of release that drenches his chin, his fingers, his waiting tongue.
A low, satisfied sound rumbling from his chest. His fingers keep moving inside me, gentle now, prolonging the shudders wracking my body. He doesn’t pull away until the last tremor subsides.
Lifting his head, his face glistens withme. His dark eyes lock onto mine, blazing with a possessive triumph that I hope to see again and again.
He sits back on his heels and brings his wet fingers to his cock that’s already pulled free from his pants, and strokes my arousal along his length.
In one fluid motion, his hands are on Kat’s hips, pulling her up from where she kneels beside me until she’s resting on my waist, facing him. Her bare back is against my chest, her ass pressing into my stomach.
“Hold her,” Vince commands me, his gaze burning into mine over Kat’s shoulder.
My arms slide around Kat’s waist, my hands splaying across her stomach, pulling her tight against me. Her skin is fever-hot. I can feel her heartbeat hammering against my palm.
Vince shoves his sweats and boxers down in one rough push. It’s not the first time I’ve seen Vince’s dick. The memory of the day I tattooed a small black heart every inch up his shaft lives rent-free in my memory.
It’s thick and impossibly hard, jutting out toward us.
“Watch,” he tells me, and I peer over her shoulder as he guides the broad, slick head of his cock to her waiting entrance. He pushes into her with a single, deep thrust, all eight hearts disappear into her at once. She cries out and arches against me.
