I lean over, looking underneath him and see a strip of cum that decorates the bedsheets.
“Did you just come? I barely touched you,” I add, but I know the exact feeling he’s experiencing.
“I don’t know what happened, it just fucking shot out.” I can still hear the surprised tone behind his labored breath.
The first time Celeste touched my prostate it was like a fucking firework exploded inside me and the only exit was through the tip of my cock. She was stroking me at the time though.
I see a hands free orgasm in my man’s future and I’m feral at the thought.
He wraps his lips back around Hannah, she grips tightly on his head rolling her hips as she chases her orgasm and, fuck, I want them falling apart at the same time.
I pull out, add even more lube, then press back in finding the same magical spot.
He moans, this time controlling any release but I push in a little deeper and massage the tender spot as I spread my fingers, feeding him so much pleasure the discomfort isn’t even a second thought.
“Mmm,” he hums, as Hannah tosses her head back, her orgasm slamming into her and the moment she starts to come down, I change my angle.
“Fuuuuuucccckkkkkk.” His cocks spurts underneath him, spraying the white liquid over the dark, satin sheets. He grips his cock, squeezing the shaft hard in an attempt to stop his orgasm. “Fucking Christ. Fuck, Dane. Stop that.”
My cock throbs; it always does whenever he calls out my name.
“I need you, need you now,” I confess, pulling my fingers out of him as I push him on his side, away from the mess he made and he turns on his back.
His eyes are wide but needy. I can hardly see the rich brown color of his irises, only the pupils blown wide and curious.
I press my knee into the mattress, placing myself between his legs.
“You ready?”
Ethan
Dane’s current energy resonates as more of a lion than a man.
His hair—that’s grown out quite a bit since the beginning of the year—is wild, mirroring the feral look behind his eyes.
He’s desperate, but confident and I don’t need him to tell me with words how much he wants me. He’s been waiting for this moment and not for the sense of dominance or control but the sense of possession.
Like this is the final act that solidifies our relationship.
“Tap my thigh if you need me to stop,” he says, as he presses the head of his cock at my backhole.
Hannah comes to my side, wrapping her hand around my half hard cock, that’s partially spent and partially asking for more. I glance down at the stain I made on the sheet and I’m still shocked by my body’s reaction when he hit my G-spot.
It was as easy as pressing a button and my cock pulsed with each thrust. I had no control and my mind was just as confused as my body.
The odd sensation of coming without the build up of the orgasm is what makes me feel only half satisfied. So, naturally my cock hardens quickly and easily, as Hannah wraps her lips around the tip and pushes the length down her throat.
It’s fucking distracting and it feels like there are a thousand hands all over my body.
Dane groans, then wraps his hands around my hips, changing the angle yet again and his cock slides through thering of muscle as he slowly presses into me all the way to the hilt.
“You look so good taking my cock. I love taking you in a way no one else has,” he says like a confession, claiming me.
I growl, a mix of pleasure and pain, grunting because I’ve never been good at being quiet. “Fucking fuck.” Other profanities my brain can’t register fall out of my lips as he pistons in and out and Hannah bobs up and down. The way they’re both taking me, the way they’re claiming me, is more than I can handle.
I’m sitting at a constant state of the peak of my orgasm, and with every pass Dane’s cock makes over my prostate, it creates trust issues with myself.
I won’t be able to hold back.
