I do.
“Tongue out.”
I obey.
Alex slaps his cock on my tongue. When I attempt to seal my lips around him, he pulls back.
“Keep it open,” he insists, then glides the underside of his dick over my tongue. “Fuck. Look at you.” He tips his head. “Okay. Suck.”
Lifting on my elbows for balance, I wrap my fingers around his thick dick, and take him into my mouth, sucking him deep and watching as his eyes roll to the back of his head. Alex feeds his dick to me, squeezing my face with each thrust forward. Mountain continues to eat my pussy, making it hard to keep focus. My eyes flutter between the two of them. All I want to do is please them and let them use me until we’re all sated.
Suddenly Mountain breaks away, and Alex does, too. They stand before me, each removing the remainder of their clothing until I’m not the only one naked. Alex is touching himself, his hand moving steadily over his shaft. Then I focus on Mountain, his huge dick preening and at full staff. Maybe I am getting in over my head.
Mountain takes my hands and helps me up. I wrap my arms around his neck, reveling in the feel of his naked body against mine. The first time we were together, we didn’t bother to undress, so finally being able to see and feel all of him is perfect. Alex, too, considering there was no way we could get completely nude in that dressing room. Mountain positions me ass up over the arm of the couch, guiding my legs until I’m arched to his liking.
As he saddles up behind me, Alex rounds the arm of the sofa, his cock staring me in the face. He leans down to kiss me, then lines his dick up with my mouth. I’m not given a moment tobrace myself before they enter me at the same time. Just like before, Mountain barely fits, only this time, my whine is stifled by Alex’s dick. My body winces, but Mountain rubs my back, gently deepening my arch and keeping his hand in place.
“Just breathe. It fit before, and it’ll fit again,” he says behind me.
I gush at that, my core pulsing with need. I’ve already come once tonight, but I can do it again with one of them buried inside me. They take their time with me, slowly fucking me from both ends, goading me until I have no choice but to believe I can take all of them. Over and over Mountain fucks my dripping pussy while Alex has his way with my face.
“Hhm,” Alex grunts. “So fucking perfect taking us both.”
Mountain’s hand comes down on my ass, and I whimper around Alex’s shaft. Propping a leg directly behind mine, Mountain grips my waist and digs deeper until he bottoms out inside me.
“Fuck, Sam,” Mountain roars, and it sends me over the edge again.
My walls contract around him, milking him. My vision blurs again, the telltale sign that I’m just on the brink of my second orgasm for the night.
“You’re coming. I feel you,” Mountain announces, his grip tightening.
“Shit,” Alex mutters. “I’m right there, too.”
Alex holds my head, while Mountain continues to guide my hips. I meet them halfway, throwing my ass back on Mountain and cupping Alex’s sac, sucking him like my life depends on it. Then the floodgates open. Blood rushes to my ears, and my body turns molten. Every nerve ending lights up, overwhelmed and electric.
Mountain groans behind me as he slams deeper and harder. My thighs tremble, slick with sweat and shaky. Alex curses and fists my curls, barely keeping still while I take him to the base.
“Fuck, it’s coming,” Alex grits out, his voice ragged. He pulls back just enough for me to continue sucking the tip while he jerks the base with rapid succession.
Anchoring me in place, Mountain grinds slow, devastating strokes, stretching and owning me. And when my climax slams down on me, it’s violent and life changing. I’m a shuddering mess, crying out around Alex’s length as he shoots his seed down my throat.
Alex moans.
I feel Mountain tense behind us, feel the shift in his stroke enough to know he’s teetering right behind us. Then he quickly pulls out, finishing and coating my back in his essence.
“Sam,” he groans before collapsing on me, wrecked and panting. Once he finally catches his breath, he kisses my shoulder. “You okay?”
Alex strokes my hair, voice hoarse. “Too much?”
I shake my head. “That was perfect. But now—”
We turn to Kane, and I can’t believe what I’m looking at. He hasn’t moved an inch, but the slow movement of his hand in his pants gives away his desire. He didn’t just watch them wring me dry, he touched himself to the sight of it.
Mountain helps me up, not letting go until he’s sure I can manage. I saunter forward, feeling like the sexiest woman in the world with the way he’s watching me, eyes glued to my swollen, freshly fucked mouth and tight nipples, before he finally focuses on the space between my legs. The closer I get to Kane, the deeper he sinks into the dining room chair, his legs opening wide for me.
I reach to cup his face, searching his gaze for any sign that he doesn’t want this. My stomach churns at the thought of him not choosing me.
“Your turn?” I whisper, though it’s more of a question.
