I peer around the corner, and my eyes widen at what I find. Tristan has Colton bent over, his hands clasping the rack for balance while he pounds into his ass from behind. His fist firmly grips Colton’s cock, sliding back and forth in time to his thrusts.
“That’s it, you like my cock in your ass, don’t you? I bet you wish you had Tori’s pussy. You haven’t sampled that sweet embrace yet, have you? It’s like liquid velvet, hot and tight and wet.”
Colton groans and shakes his head. “Don’t tease me. I can’t wait to get a taste. Watching her fuck Vienna was so fucking hot.”
Huh, they are right. I haven’t fucked Colton yet. He’s the only one.
“He’s been so patient with me,” I murmur to Xavier in agreement.
“Don’t you think he deserves a reward then?” Xavier’s voice is a husky growl in my ear, and goosebumps erupt over my skin
I shiver at Xavier’s words, my body already heating from the sight of Tristan railing Colton. The warehouse air feels thick, charged with the scent of sweat and arousal, the racks of brothel supplies shuddering under the strain.
Xavier’s hands slide down my sides, gripping my hips as he presses against me from behind. His cock is hard, straining against his pants and nudging my ass. “Let’s give him that reward,” he murmurs, his breath hot on my neck. Before I can respond, he gently pushes me forward, and we step out from the shadows.
Tristan’s head snaps up first, his eyes locking onto us mid-thrust. He doesn’t stop. If anything, he slams into Colton harder, making the man grunt and arch his back. Colton’s face is flushed, and his cock leaks precum on the floor as Tristan’s fist pumps it relentlessly.
“Well, fuck.” Tristan grins, not missing a beat. “Looks like two more are joining the party.”
Colton turns his head, his eyes widening when he sees me. Hunger flashes across his face, raw and desperate. “Tori...”
Xavier moves us closer, peeling off my sweater and flicking the clasp on my bra, dragging it down my arms before letting both drop to the floor. My nipples harden in the cool air, and I cup my breasts, teasing them as I pull away from Xavier, getting with the program.
“You’ve been so good, Colton, waiting for me. I think it’s time you get what’s yours.”
Xavier chuckles behind me, his hands already working my pants open. He shoves them down my legs, and I toe off my shoes and step out, kicking them aside. Naked now, I reach Colton first, trailing my fingers down his sweaty back to where Tristan’s cock disappears into his ass. Tristan pulls out halfway, letting me see the stretch and how Colton’s hole clenches around him.
I drop to my knees in front of Colton, the rough floor biting into my skin, but I don’t care. I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft, which is hot and slick with precum. I lean in, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting the salt. Colton groans, his hips jerking forward as I take him deeper, my lips stretching around his girth. I bob my head, sucking hard, my cheeks hollowing as I slide down until he hits the back of my throat. My free hand cups his balls, rolling them gently while I hollow my cheeks and hum, the vibration making him curse.
“Fuck, Tori, your mouth…” Colton’s voice is ragged, his fingers threading into my hair as I work him over.
Tristan watches over his shoulder, holding still for a moment before thrusting in deep, burying himself in Colton’s ass with a wet slap. Colton bucks beneath the double assault, his cock twitching in my mouth as Tristan thrusts harder, using Colton’s body like leverage.
From the corner of my eye, I see Xavier move behind Tristan, who shifts his stance slightly, presenting his ass like an invitation while keeping his rhythm. Xavier reaches for the discarded open bottle of lube on the shelf, squeezes some into his hand before covering his thick cock, and lines up. With a grunt, he pushes in, slow at first, then all the way, his balls slapping against Tristan’s as he starts to fuck, the force rippling through the line.
The chain is complete now. Xavier pounds Tristan’s ass, driving him deeper into Colton with every thrust, and I suck Colton’s cock like it’s my favorite treat. The rhythm builds, slaps of skin on skin echoing off the warehouse walls mixing with our gasps and curses. Colton’s thrusts grow erratic, timed with Tristan’s fucks, his precum coating my tongue.
“God, yes, suck it harder,” Colton rasps, his legs trembling from the effort of holding steady. I oblige, taking him to the root, gagging slightly but pushing through, saliva dripping down his balls and onto the floor.
Xavier reaches around Tristan to grip my shoulder, steadying me as the force of his thrusts rocks the whole line. Tristan leans forward a bit, his hand joining mine at Colton’s base, squeezing as I pull back to lick the underside.
Tristan growls. “You’re going to fill her up soon.”
I pop off Colton’s dick with a gasp, strings of spit connecting us, and rise to my feet. “Not yet,” I whisper, pressing my body against his front. Colton straightens just enough, his strong arms wrapping around my waist despite Tristan still being buried deep. With a grunt, he lifts me effortlessly off the ground, and my legs wrap around his hips as he positions my pussy at his tip.
He lowers me onto his cock while standing firm, Tristan’s thrusts helping impale me inch by thick inch until I’m seated fully, his length pulsing inside my wet heat. My body presses against his chest as he holds me there for a second, letting me adjust, then he starts thrusting up with powerful snaps of his hips. Tristan’s movements from behind push him further into me, the dual force making every plunge hit harder.
The orgy devolves into pure, animalistic need. Colton’s hands grip my ass, spreading my cheeks as he bounces me on his dick, the angle hitting my G-spot with every plunge while he remains on his feet, his muscles straining. Xavier’s pace turns punishing,his grunts mixing with Tristan’s moans. The chain reaction makes Colton’s fucks relentless, our bodies slick and sliding together.
Tristan captures my mouth in a messy kiss over Colton’s shoulder, tasting of sweat, while his hand slips between us to rub my clit in tight circles. “Ride him, Tori. Milk that cock while he takes mine.”
Pleasure coils tightly in my belly, building fast. I grind down, clenching around Colton, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Harder, fuck me like you’ve wanted to,” I demand, my feet dangling as he supports my full weight.
He does, lifting and slamming me down, spearing me over and over, his veins dragging against my walls. I come first, shattering with a cry that bounces off the racks. My pussy spasms, squeezing him tightly, my juices soaking his balls and dripping down his thighs. The clench tips Colton over. He roars, burying deep and unloading, flooding my core with hot cum in thick spurts, his legs quaking but holding.
Tristan follows seconds later, triggered by Colton’s tightening ass, his release flowing into him. Xavier lasts the longest, his pace brutal as he chases his peak. He pulls out at the last second, stroking himself to finish across his ass, marking him with thick streaks.
Our legs give out then, and we collapse in a heap onto the cold floor, our limbs tangled and breaths ragged. Colton is still inside me, slowly softening. The warehouse smells of sex as we lie here, spent and satisfied. Colton’s head falls against my shoulder, pressing a kiss against my skin. “Worth the wait,” he murmurs.
