Laurel sat up, wiping his mouth with his hand. He swallowed, licked his lips, and stared at us with wild eyes. His pupils were blown and his cheeks flushed.
He looked absolutely feral.
He ate all of our cum, to the last drop. And now he was looking at us like he wanted to eat us alive.
Monty moved first. He tackled Laurel onto the mattress and spread his legs roughly. Laurel’s head landed on the edge of the bed, and he threw it back, crying out as Monty sucked his dick to the root.
I was right there by his side. “Move him. I want his slick in my mouth.”
Monty let go only to say, “I want him to squirt on my tongue,” then he went back to sucking.
“Then we have to make him come twice.”
Laurel whined, grabbing his legs under his knees and pushing his ass up toward us.
I latched on to his rim. With Monty sucking his dick, it took less than a minute. Laurel’s hole began pulsating, clenching on my tongue, and the most delectable slick poured into my mouth, a solid mouthful of fresh pleasure. I swallowed it down and made space for Monty.
It took a little longer the second time.
Laurel got hoarse, his high-pitched cries interspersed with soft groans.
I rubbed my piercing under his cockhead and milked the base of his slender shaft. The few drops of cum he gave me were small, but the taste was powerful.
Monty growled. Laurel must have squirted into his mouth. Hearing the filthy gulping and sucking noises, I looked up to see him move his head, the muscles on his shoulders straining. His face was buried between Laurel’s open ass cheeks, and he looked like he wanted to climb inside Laurel’s body. How could something so filthy be so beautiful?
Laurel sighed, Monty hummed, and the tension slowly bled away.
Silence followed, only the sound of panting breaths left after the frenzy, and fear constricted my throat.
There was no guarantee we’d ever do this again.
I kissed Laurel’s flagging cock, then the soft skin on his underbelly. His womb nestled there. I barely knew why I thought of it. My hand covered the spot and stroked on its own.
Monty straightened on his knees, licking his reddened lips.
I didn’t think.
I sat up, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and pulled him in for a kiss. I shoved my tongue into his mouth, chasing the traces of Laurel’s slick.
Monty kissed me back, bless him. His hand on my neck, fingers digging into my muscles, he seemed just as ravenous.
“Fuck me. You’re gorgeous.” Laurel’s voice added fuel to our kiss.
I ate at Monty’s mouth, and he thrust his tongue deep. We only parted when we needed to breathe.
He blinked at me, then smiled, looking sheepish.
“Seriously, you’re so hot together,” Laurel said. “It’s doing my head in.”
I tore my gaze away from Monty to glance at Laurel. He lay on the rumpled bed, utterly debauched, his hair a mess, legsspread, glistening smears of bodily fluids and red marks dotting his pale skin. He fondled his softening cock, peering up at us blearily.
I felt both their gazes on me, and suddenly, I couldn’t stand it.
If I stayed for a minute longer, I’d break down in tears.
“I’m going to shower,” I said, looking around the bed at the tangled mess of clothing spread on the floor.
I grabbed my jeans and T-shirt, then found my boxers under Monty’s pants.
