She did what I said, hollowing her cheeks, wet heat tightening around me, a pulling motion easing my next thrust forward. Another peek up at AJ showed him watching me with a hungry look on his face. We met each other’s eyes and then thrust our hips forward at the same time.
Stella made a sound torn between a moan and a cough, but she wasn’t giving me any indicator that she needed a break, so I didn’t give her one. Instead I thrust again, harder, deeper, forcing the head of my dick into her throat. It was such a tight squeeze that I risked actually choking her, so I slid back out. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in a breath. It was all the reprieve I’d give her. My next thrust was deeper, and she choked again, tears starting to leak from her eyes. The sight was mesmerizing.
“God, I missed this pussy,” AJ said, matching my rhythm, pushing into her with smooth, slow strokes.
Stella made a keening noise that vibrated through my dick, and then she was balancing on one arm, her other hand shoved between her legs as she played with her clit. Her back arched, angling her hips to take AJ deeper. He picked up speed, and so did I, working her harder, fucking into her throat like AJ was fucking into her cunt.
Her face reddened, eyes squeezed shut, mascara leaking down her cheeks as she alternated between moaning and choking and gagging. I watched my cock piston in and out of her swelling lips, knowing her throat would hurt after this, loving the fact that I was finally getting my chance to ruin her like I’d wanted to since that very first night in the tattoo parlor.
I dropped my free hand to my balls, tugging and rolling them, my gaze shifting between what I was doing to Stella, and what AJ was.
“I’m gonna come,” he said. “Stella, baby, you’re going to make me come so fucking hard.”
He frowned, face flushing, chest heaving, eyes laser focused on where he pounded into her. I heard his balls slapping against her skin, the sucking sounds of my dick thrusting in and out of her mouth, the even wetter sounds coming from her pussy, and oh, god, I was going to come, too.
Pressure built at the base of my spine. My dick stiffened, growing even larger inside her. I let go of my balls and grabbed the back of her head, thrusting deep, stars exploding across my vision as I came. Stella gagged and swallowed, the feel of her throat contracting around me prolonging my release. Cum leaked from the seal of her lips, and tears streaked down her cheeks, even as a low moan hit my ears. She looked completely wrecked as I eased out of her, collapsing backward, shaking from how hard I’d come.
“Fuck me harder,” she begged, her voice ragged and raw.
Her eyes flashed open, red from what I’d done to her, and then she clamped her hand onto my thigh to brace herself up, nails biting deep as she thrust backward onto AJ’s cock. From this angle, I could see everything. Her tits swaying, her other hand working furiously between her legs, AJ’s thighs bunching as he slammed into her.
“Yes, oh, god, yes,” she panted, her eyes clenching shut, lips lifting into a blissed-out smile, a fresh wave of pink darkening her delicate skin.
“Stella! Fuck!” AJ yelled.
They came, together, and I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
Stella collapsed forward onto me afterward, her chest heaving, skin clammy with sweat. I brushed her tangled hair from her face and wrapped my arms around her, whispering words of affirmation in her ear, telling her how well she’d taken me, how beautiful she’d looked gagging on my cock.
AJ dropped the condom in the trash bin next to the bed and cozied up on her other side. She reached back to draw him closer. His arms slid over her waist and then mine, clasping behind my back, pulling us all together.
I lifted my eyes to the ceiling, my head spinning.
What the fuck had we just done?
And why was I so desperate to do it again?
22
Tyler
My phone chimed with anotification.
“Just tell me who it is, and I’ll stop bugging you,” Josh said from beside me on the couch. It was a Sunday, and he’d guilted me into coming over to his place to play video games because he “never saw me” now that we didn’t live together anymore. Which I’d pointed out was his fault, since he was the one who’d gone and gotten engaged.
To Aly. A woman I used to fuck.
Not awkward at all.
I glanced sideways to see him looking at my phone instead of the TV. His skin was tanned to a deep olive from the summer sun, and he’d grown his dark hair out just enough that you could see the slight curl in it. It was warm today, and he was wearing a pair of loose shorts and a muscle tank that left his tattoos on display. Unlike Stella’s random assortment, his blended seamlessly together, Gothic monstrosities crawling up his arms like demons escaping hell. As much as his personality skewed toward goofball, he could really be a morose motherfucker when he put his mind to it.
“Behind you,” I warned.
Too late. Blood splatters filled his side of the split screen as an enemy soldier lit him up. He yelled and ducked sideways, both onscreen and beside me, bumping his shoulder into mine and almost knocking the controller out of my hands.
Maud, their kitten, who’d been asleep on the back of the couch, leapt up and raced toward a nearby cat tree for safety, where her older, grouchier brother, Fred, sat watching me with half-slitted eyes. That little asshole and I had never gotten along.
Josh threw his controller onto the coffee table. “Welp. I’m dead.”
