Doc laughs. “How does it feel with a man between your legs?”
“So… much… better.”
“Good. I’m gonna buy you a saddle, Tits. Black leather and ribbons. Get you a helmet and a whip, too.”
The image takes over my brain as Bobby presses a thumb to my clit. “Tell me if it’s too much, baby.”
He strokes me softly and I cry out. All the thoughts in my head vanish. I see why people do this. I don’t know why people aren’talwaysdoing this. I lean forward and feel Bobby’s cock rubbing against some small, incredibly sensitive place inside me.
“Fuck yeah,” Doc says. “Bobby, you need to—”
But his hand is already rising, pinning me into the bent-forward position, his hips pumping faster, battering me. I let out a small shriek as the golden glow washes over my face. I’m soaking wet and the sounds of our bodies slapping together is almost violent.
There’s a loud popping sound and I look across the room to see Eli leaning against the bar, a bottle of champagne fizzing in his right hand. Our eyes meet and I feel so filthy it starts to happen, the shifting, shaking end.
“Oh fuck,” Bobby groans. “She’s clamping up on me. She’s coming, Jesus Christ…”
I convulse, and Bobby swears, pressing up into me, screwing me through my orgasm. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before, a tearing, screaming release. When it’s over, I keep moving, unable to stop riding Bobby’s cock.
“I just came,” I babble. “I just came, I justcame.”
Bobby rubs a slow thumb over my lips. “You’re incredible.”
“Yeah, that was hot.” Doc is lying back in his chair, his hand around his cock. The sight of it, and the flared ridges of his hip bones, sends aftershocks rolling through me.
Doc strokes himself, a wicked smile on his face. “Hurry up, Bash. I want my turn or an invitation or I’m gonna ruin this for you.”
Bobby smiles at me. “What do you think? Do you want to suck his dick while I fuck you?”
I feel myself pulse around him, my pussy answering for me.
Bobby laughs. “Yeah, she wants it.”
“Of course, she does.” Doc swings onto the table in one agile move. He kneels before me, slowly pulling his cock as though compelling me to watch. Beneath me Bobby tenses, making his powerful muscles bulge. They’re competing against each other to impress me, or maybe just showing off, but either way, it’s sexy.
Doc doesn’t touch me, not right away. He kneels, watching instead, making me hyperaware of my swinging hair and boobs and the shake of my ass as Bobby slams into me. Another orgasm builds, faster and shallower than the first.
“Hey, Tits.” Doc gets to his feet. “Are you gonna come all over Basher’s fat cock again?”
I whimper, loving and hating his disgusting words.
He cups my chin, tilting my face toward the V between his hips. “He likes getting you off. He’ll like it even more when you’re blowing me. That’s his favorite thing, watching a girl get done at both ends.”
“No,” Bobby says. “It’ll be watching you do it, JJ. That’ll be my favorite thing.”
“Yeah, he’ll be jacking off to that for the rest of his life.” Doc takes his cock in his free hand and brings it to my lips. “Time to suck, baby.”
Oh God, I think as I take his smooth thickness into my mouth.I was just a virgin and now I’m doing this.
My head spins as they push into me, and the feel of two men in two places throws my body into orbit. I picture us from the outside, what Eli can see, and everything between my legs pulls tight.
“Fuck her,” Doc says, his hand clamped around my jaw. “Don’t let up ’til she’s broken.”
Swearing, Bobby drives into my body and the stretch of him and the slap of our thighs as we rut together makes the pleasure blare so loud, it hurts. I scream around Doc’s shaft and feel a tangible release between my legs. Like I’m peeing, but not. I dig my nails into Bobby’s shoulders and hear Doc laugh like all his Christmases have come at once.
When the noise in my ears dies down, I see Bobby’s face screwed up in concentration.
“I’m gonna finish, JJ. I can’t hold back. You’re so fuckin’ perfect, you’re just—”
