I turn and see Blade, jeans spread open at the fly, apparently commando like Zion and I whimper.
He’s big. Not just big, but scary huge. That thing is going to tear me open. And there’s not a moment of doubt that I’ll work to accept him in my body. Zion says I will and therefore, in this place, this liminal, out-of-world, out-of-body, out-of-mind place that we’re inhabiting together, I will absolutely do it. No matter how difficult it may be.
No matter how much it hurts.
“Shit, bro.” Zion stares, with what might be a hint of interest. “I forgot how big your dick is.”
Blade shrugs one shoulder with an awe-shucks grin and walks over. I eye his cock, not convinced I can do it, but, in this frame of mind, totally ready to try. It’s the size of my forearm, I think vaguely, from my fist to my elbow.
“Damn.” Zion looks down at me, then over at Blade’s erection. When he reaches out and slides a finger down the other man’s length, the unexpected pleasure knocks an ugly sound loose from my lungs.
“Fuck, this is gonna look so good in her mouth,” he tells Blade as he gives him a quick, efficient looking stroke, in the process making my insides swirl with a fresh fantasy. The two of them, on the bed or, no, no, against a wall, rough and hard. I’d want Zion fucking Blade, I think, but then the way he eyes his cock makes me picture it the other way around and…
The sounds I’m making go low and gritty and my pussy clenches hard on nothing.
“Think she likes you touching me, man.” Blade reaches for Zion, his gaze smoldering. “You like this, too? Huh?” He weighs my husband’s balls and I shudder at how good it looks.
They’re both watching me, drinking in these uninhibited reactions.
“Go ahead,” Zion says, nudging Blade toward me. “Get in there, man. Go for it. Use that mouth.”
My eyes roll back at those words.
Blade adds to the fire with an easy, “Thanks, man,” like he’s just accepted a plastic cup of beer at a keg party. And then, he’s here, pressing inside.
I’m overwhelmed with the smell of him—different from Zion’s. Not bad, but unfamiliar, which makes it a little scarier. He’s staring down, feeding himself into me one thick inch at a time and I get to the gagging point so fast, he has to pull out. Hetsks, grasps my hair tighter, and forges inside again and I strain to watch him through my tears while he does it.
I want approval. I want to please him. To be the thing he expects me to be. To take him, however he wants. However Zion wants, really. Zion’s in charge here. He decides.
“That looks good,” Zion says from somewhere behind me. “The two of you.”
I try to look back at him, but Blade’s sinking into my mouth again and filling it and my throat andtut tuttinglike I’m a bad girl and I really, really don’t want to be a bad girl. “Eyes here,” he says, his voice sterner than it’s been, his face deadly serious now. “You watch me when I fuck your face.”
I try to nod, which isn’t possible, though I think he appreciates the effort. And that’s important in this moment. So important.
“Fuck, this is real good, man,” he says, sinking so deep I don’t have air and then ignoring my struggles—or pretending to. I think he sees everything. They both do. “So goddamn good.”
“I know,” Zion says, as if he’s somehow responsible for this. For the pleasure my body brings this other man. “I’m gonna fuck her cunt.”
I don’t have time to react before Blade pulls out, drops to his knees, and Zion pushes me onto all fours and slams inside me.
My entire body jolts from the shock, the fullness of the plug and my husband’s cock. Is he bare? I want him to be. I hope he is. I want his come filling me in some kind of ancient, instinctive rite, old and primitive and right and also wrong in the way of so many of my desires.
I let myself picture both of them coming in me, others, too. Sharing me, using me. The reality would be too much, but I imagine it, revel in the sensations flowing through me, while my own hoarse moans wrack my body.
My jaw aches as Blade eases his massive erection back into my mouth and suddenly, I’m being spit roasted between them, and it’s a mess. Or, I’m a mess, my body pushed and pulled, their rhythm matching quickly.
I’ve fantasized this exact thing, many, many times, in the safety of my own bed. The reality of actually doing it sizzles through me, complete with smells and a soundtrack I’d never in a million years imagined.
“Fuck, baby,” Zion says, low and rough. “You’re a goddamn dream.” He pounds into me, while Blade hits the back of my throat and, within minutes, one of them says he’s coming. Blade, I think. I can’t tell.
“Pull out,” says Zion, which I only vaguely notice, because the mother of all orgasms is barreling toward me and there’s nothing I can do, nothingtodo but hold on.
There’s a helpless split second when Blade goes still, looks at Zion behind me, and his face changes from that smoldering, sexy concentration, through almost annoyance and then, understanding, maybe. He nods, as though he gets whatever’s going on, though I’m lost, and pulls out.
In the next moment, Zion thrusts deep inside with a fresh fierceness.
Blade steps back, watching. Hungry.
