Heathcliff’s fingers tangled in my hair. Another hand slid up my thigh. Morrie. Of course, it was Morrie. “You’re ruining my carefully-laid plans, gorgeous,” he whispered against my ear. “I fuckingloveit.”
Morrie’s teeth bit into my earlobe as he rubbed the head of his cock against my opening, teasing me. We’d all had STI tests when we got back from Baddesley Hall, so we didn’t need condoms any longer. The ache inside me begged for more, and I arched my back, rubbing my ass against Morrie’s thighs. Morrie trailed his fingers down my back as he pushed his tip in, giving me a little at a time until I was squirming with anticipation. With a sigh, he sank himself inside, touching every secret part of me. I moaned against Heathcliff’s cock as the two of them filled me completely.
My mouth around one, another buried insideThis is glorious.But I need one more.
I searched the room for my third boyfriend but it was so dark, the shaft of light from the fire the only light. I gestured to him with my free hand. In a moment, Quoth emerged from the gloom. He twisted his fingers in my hair, kissing a line down my neck and across my shoulder, making the tiny hairs on my skin stand right on end.
I clamped a hand around Quoth’s arm and dragged him closer. My hand circled his cock and I pumped him to the same rhythm as I did Heathcliff. My eyes darted between the two of them as the flickering firelight danced across their faces. My soft-artist, my tortured anti-hero. So different, and yet, so perfect.So mine.
With every thrust, Morrie shoved Heathcliff’s cock deeper down my throat. It was almost as if he was fucking Heathcliff through me. I could feel the tension stretching between them, as they tossed my body between them. Two forces of nature – one wild and uncontained, the other controlled and careful - battling for supremacy.
Heathcliff broke first. With a cry, he dug his nails into my shoulder. He cock tightened, and I tasted the salt of his orgasm on my tongue. He withdrew, panting, his muscles twitching. His chair groaned as it took his weight.
I turned to Quoth and took him into my mouth. Quoth closed his eyes, his fingers stroking my hair with soft, gentle circles. He made my ministrations feel like a sacred, reverent act.
“Fuck,” he moaned as I pumped him hard.
“You like that, birdie,” Morrie grunted. He slid his hand underneath me, touching the tip of his finger to my clit. The ache inside me burned, sending sparks shooting through my limbs. With each strong, deep thrust, Morrie slid my lips along Quoth’s cock and rubbed my clit with his finger.
So intense. So good. So… oooooooh.
My lips clamped down on Quoth and I moaned around his cock as an orgasm coursed through me. Quoth’s fingers in my hair felt like shafts of heavenly light. Morrie slammed his cock deep inside me, crouching over me and scraping his teeth along my ear. He hummed, enjoying the way my body rocked back against him and the clenching of my muscles around his cock.
Quoth pulled out and shuffled back, his eyes wide. “Mina, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
“Sit back on Morrie,” Heathcliff ordered from his chair.
As soon as my legs cooperated, I did as he commanded. Morrie stretched his legs out and I sat on his thighs, lowering myself down onto him and feeling him touch new and exciting places inside me. Morrie gripped my thighs, helping me to raised and lower myself.
Heathcliff tore his shirt off and dropped to his knees, crawling forward and resting his head between my thighs. His beard tickled my sensitive skin as he circled my clit with his tongue. Heathcliff licked me with ragged strokes while I rode Morrie’s cock in a languid rhythm.
Rich, intoxicating sensations rolled through my body. Pressure built up in my belly. I resisted the urge to close my eyes and let the sensations take over, determined to commit every moment of this night to visual memory. Morrie’s fingers circling my nipples, Heathcliff’s back muscles tightening as his head bobbed between my legs.
His tongue, so close to Morrie’s cock…
A second orgasm slammed into me, more powerful than the first – a hurricane whipping through my body, tossing my limbs about, ravaging my veins with liquid lightning. I felt like I was been torn in two by the power of it. The intensity of having the two guys so close, so in sync with each other, almost as if this wasn’t just about me any longer. My legs turned to jelly and I slid off Morrie’s cock, collapsing onto the soft rug.
Rough, strong hands lifted my shoulders. Heathcliff tilted his head and pressed his lips to mine. I could taste myself on his lips. His hand slid down to stroke my clit. My veins still buzzed from the last two orgasms – my body could barely handle the touch. I sank back on Morrie’s cock and pulled Heathcliff’s hand from between my legs, accidentally (not accidentally) placing it on Morrie’s thigh.
Heathcliff’s eyes darkened. Morrie’s breath hitched. I lifted myself and slammed down on Morrie’s cock, and a moan escaped my lips. Lightning forked in the air between us as I surrendered myself to the idea of the two of them, faces inches apart, the gap closing, closing… Heathcliff’s eyes darting between me and Morrie…
“If you’re going to kiss him, just hurry up about it,” I joked.
My words shattered the tension, crackling the lightning against my skin. Heathcliff growled and leaned in, mashing his lips against mine, pouring the full force of his strain into his kiss. Behind me, Morrie’s teeth dug into my shoulder as he came inside me, his body convulsing with waves of pleasure.
Morrie slunk back, panting. For once he was speechless. Heathcliff pulled away too. I turned to Quoth, my beautiful raven boy, always patient, always understanding. I cupped his face in my hands and pulled his lips to mine.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to them,” he murmured. “It’s fascinating.”
“It’s not about them right now,” I whispered. “This moment, right here, is for us.”
I kissed Quoth with everything I had because he was everything to me. He never demanded anything, always putting everyone else before himself. And I wanted him to feel as though he was the one being worshipped for once.
I crawled on top of him, pressing my body to his as my hand snaked down to grip his cock. Quoth moaned against my lips and the sound was hotter and more intoxicating than my favorite screaming punk singer.
A tap on my shoulder jolted me out of my reverie. “Oh, gorgeous?” Morrie held up the lube he’d been saving since the Jane Austen Experience.
I shook my head.
