Ty’s cock was right there, bobbing next to her face. She turned her head, and he eagerly stepped forward, holding himself steady so she could swallow him.
Now she was filled. Completely surrounded by pleasure and thickness and desire.
Jacob and Remy started to move, their motions so in sync, they could have been doing this for years. The pleasure of them filling her overwhelmed her so much that she had to break away from Ty’s cock, unable to maintain coordination. The man fisted his erection and jacked it, her saliva making the surface slippery. With his other hand, he pushed back the hair that had fallen into her face, stroking her cheek.
Love. Trust.
Acceptance?
No. She stiffened.
Jacob mistook her, halting, Remy following his lead. “Problem?” Jacob wheezed.
“No.” There was no problem. No problem at all. This was easy, and simple, and basic.
His hips resumed their motion. He used his grasp on her hair to jerk her head back, her neck arching. “You like this?”
The bite of pain made her pussy clench. Dear God. He was a natural. “Yes.”
“Say it louder.”
“Yes!”
“You like being stuffed with cock.”
She whimpered as both men powered deep, their cocks hitting all the right spots. “Yes.”
“Akira…” There was a depth of meaning in her name. He leaned in, until he could whisper in her ear. “I can feel him against me.”
The words were all she needed to explode, her pussy tightening and releasing in hard contractions. Remy stiffened underneath her, his hands going to her hips and grinding her down as he ejaculated.
Jacob withdrew from her gently, but her fingers still curled when he slipped out of that muscular ring. In marked contrast to his gentleness, his fingers were rough and hard when they wrapped around her arms.
She was so boneless, it was an easy matter for him to pull her off Remy and turn her around to face him. His jaw was set, eyes intense.
He tugged his condom off and gripped his cock, shiny streams of precome weeping from the slit at the tip. He pumped his erection, eyes at half-mast. “Where do you want it on you?” he asked, his deep, gravelly voice unrecognizable.
A no-brainer, when his eyes were tracking certain parts of her body like there were bull’s-eyes on them. “Tits.”
His face tightened, jaw flexing. One jerk, two, and he granted her wish, his streams of come dripping over her breasts and down her belly. White teeth flashed as he bit his lip to hold back his shout.
He sat back, his muscular chest rising and falling. The sharp bite of passion in his gaze had been replaced by hazy satisfaction, his face relaxed and open. His palm settled on her waist, and he tugged her closer to him, so he could run his fingers through the mess he’d left on her chest. He swirled his come around before grasping her breast, roughly massaging it into her skin.
The cries and ecstatic sighs of their audience filled the room. Ty contributed to the din, probably because Remy had recovered enough to tend to him. Akira didn’t look. She was too busy staring at Jacob.
“You didn’t need to be quiet. When you came, I mean,” she finally spoke, uttering the first thing in her head. She hadn’t thought much of it in the moment, but he had restrained himself when she and Jessie had gone down on him as well.
He hadn’t muffled himself when she’d gotten him off in his sensible Toyota last night, though. She’d heard every noise he made as his semen filled her mouth, from his muttered dirty curses and directives to his manly sighs and groans and grunts.
He bent his head to her breast and licked the tip that he’d just come on. She shivered. “Yeah I did. That’s personal.”
“More personal than fucking me in front of an audience?”
A vertical line appeared between his eyebrows. “Yeah. Weirdly, yeah.” Two fingers tilted her head up, so she could look him in the eyes. “Do you want that? To hear me?”
Now that she had considered it, yes. She wanted it more than anything. Her nod was perhaps too enthusiastic, which prompted a smirk she’d never seen him wear.
“Then let’s get out of here. Take me up to your place.”
