“The least I could do after you two got me off already.”
Marc smirked, thumbing her bottom lip. “You ready for another one?”
“Not sure I can orgasm again but—”
“Leave that to us.” He cut her off. “Now, go ride Chris’s dick. He’s more than ready for you, baby.”
No hesitation. No questions. Not one single request. Gen crawled back towards Chris as if Marc’s words were that of a fucking god.
“Come here, sweetheart,” the guitarist said, offering a hand to help her keep balanced as she straddled him. “Let’s put these hips to work.” He grabbed his shaft and angled it with her cunt.
Gen slowly let herself down on him, stretching as every thick inch of him glided inside of her. She was tight and hot. So much so, even through the latex, he could feel her throbbing walls burning.
“Fuck,” he gritted once he was buried deep, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs as she exhaled a moan.
Thank fuck they had started slowly, warming up the engines with a lot of face-sucking and caresses. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure he’d last long. Not when this encapsulating sensation would be even tighter the moment Marc sheathed his dick in her ass.
Yes! She liked anal. Had confessed to loving double penetration earlier, right after they’d ripped multiple orgasms while finger-fucking her together.Damn, that had been hot. It had been a spectacular show, watching her squirming and screaming into Chris’s mouth while Marc had her pinned on the mattress with his free hand.
Gen began to move, her palms on Chris’s chest, tits squeezed between her arms. It was an alluring image, so stunning as she perked her ass up right before slamming back down on him, grinding to increase the friction.
Jesus fucking Christ on a bike!
It had been a while since he’d gotten fucked like this. Everything about her was so erotic, from the way her cheeks were blushed, to the piercing on her navel, and… yeah, her bare pussy perfectly hugging his dick in their slick motions.
“Oh my God,” Gen moaned when he gripped her tighter.
It’d been just a spasm of his finger in response to the incredible sensation of this woman riding him, but holy fuck, he liked the sound she made and wanted to hear it again.
The entire world disappeared as Chris massaged her skin, cruising from her legs up to her boobs as she rode him. Gen moaned louder when he tugged at her nipples, tossing her head back, but she didn’t stop fucking him, dragging him down into the spiral of pleasure with her.
“Fuck…” Chris rasped. “Keep moving like that and you’ll end me in no time.”
“Yeah?” Gen smirked as she looked at him through long, fluttering lashes. In slow motion, she moved up, leaving only the tip of his cock inside of her as she drew circles with her hips before bouncing back down and clenching her walls around him, hard.
“Holy fuck!” Chris writhed, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Again?”
“Fuck, yes,” he panted.
Chris lost count after the sixth time, his mind on another planet, relishing the fucking high this woman was giving him.
Suddenly, her movements got sloppier and a high-pitched gasp left her lips, only to completely halt with Chris deep inside of her. He doubted she’d orgasmed already—she sounded way different before—but something had definitely distracted her.
As the haziness dissipated, allowing him to focus on the world around them, the guitarist raised his head just enough to see Marc behind her. One of his hands was tightly gripping her hip while the other was lost in what Chris assumed was her—
He tensed.
The bassist was already prepping her puckered hole, but he was playing with her cunt, too, fingers brushing over Chris’s balls and cock. It was foreign. But strangely enough, it didn’t feel uncomfortable. Not even when he glanced in his direction. On the contrary, actually. Although he was straight, and society had branded in his brain that touching another man unless you were into them wasgay—as if that was an insult—he had to admit that the cool and slightly sticky touch of his fingers covered in lube felt good.
“Bend forward,” Marc instructed.
Her boobs squeezed against Chris’s chest as she lowered, so firm and soft at the same time. Seriously, when he said she was perfect, it was true.
“You’re doing so well,” the bassist praised.
“How many fingers does he have inside you already?” Chris asked against her lips, slightly shivering as the thrusting motion from behind pressed on his dick.
