Once Callahan had developed a steady rhythm, Riot joined him from under me. I felt so full, with both men inside me, separated by only a thin layer. I wanted to stay like this forever, thrusting and fucking.
Callahan picked up speed and Riot matched, and soon I was coming. My back arched and I threw my head back as my body erupted into thousands of mini explosions, warming my body and sending good feelings through me. They came with me, and we parted. Only the moment they left, my body cried in protest of their absence.
Give them time, clean them up, and then use your mouth, Eleanor.
Yes, of course.
They allowed me to stand, and I walked around the room, finding a door that led to a bathroom. I relieved myself and then took a towel and cleaned myself up, and then wet another rag to do the same to them.
I think Myrtle had the right idea. We didn’t need to leave the room. We could stay here, and love each other for eternity. I don’t think we had a choice. My pussy was needy and they had the fix it needed.
I returned to the bed, and gently cleaned their sex. Then, I started with Riot first, taking him deep into my mouth so we could start another round.
Chapter 70 - Callahan
Follow your instincts.
Eleanor’s veins were flooded with a similar drug to the one flowing through ours. Despite having been sedated for weeks, I was able to hear Myrtle speak. She’d told me all about the vials in her suitcase and what they did.
“In the event I’m having trouble enjoying things, I have something to make me just like you—hungry with lust. But, I don’t see myself having to use it. I’m pretty excited to get things started.”
I hadn’t wanted to give it to Eleanor, but the voices in my head were too loud. They insisted and screamed at me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I did it to save us both.
But now, we could barely get out of bed.
I lay on my back, resting. Eleanor had finally fallen asleep, but I was wide awake, my cock stiff and crying to be used.
I looked over and my eyes met Riot’s.
My cock throbbed and my hand drifted to it, stroking it to the memory of our time in the junkyard. He’d been right. His blowjob had been better than any I’d ever had from a woman. Eleanor was good, but Riot? Riot was a professional at the craft.
Would I be good at it?
Riot rolled over, and his cock slid out from the blankets. My mouth watered at the sight of it.
Try it.
Could I? When the need initially took over, my mind was on how hard to fuck Eleanor. But now…
You can have anyone, just come.
Myrtle was wrong. I didn’t need to breed. I just needed to fuck.
I moved over Eleanor and went to Riot. He’d been waiting for me it seemed, because he rolled to his back and encouraged me forward. My heart hammered excitedly in my chest as I opened my mouth and took his rigid length between my lips.
He tasted like the soap Eleanor had used on us just before falling asleep, paired with a natural taste I couldn’t identify past… Riot.
He groaned and pushed my head deeper into him. I licked his shaft, savoring the feel of each pulsing vein. I reached down between my own legs and began to stroke as I sucked on him.
“Yeah, just like that, take me as deep as you can.”
I relaxed my jaw and brought him to the back of my throat. He was warm and perfect. It felt so right, sucking his cock. I wanted more of these moments. I glanced over at Eleanor, sleeping soundly. What would she say if she woke up to this? Would she be upset, jealous, angry? Or would she understand?
Why don’t you see? Wake her up.
I couldn’t. I shook the voice away and focused on Riot’s pulsing cock. He dripped pre-cum and I flicked my tongue over the tip, tasting him. I worked my mouth faster, taking him deep, and stroking myself just as fast. Soon I came into my hand, and he shot his cum down my throat. I swallowed the hot liquid happily.
We’d figure it out, I decided. We’d have to. I loved Eleanor. I’d loved her since we were kids, since the day I saw her in myDad’s shop. I’d liked her before, but I loved her then. And now, I loved Riot too. It wasn’t something I’d intended, but I enjoyed our chats just outside the bunker. He was funny, smart, and attractive as hell. I wasn’t sure how Eleanor or Riot felt about things, but I wasn’t giving either of them up.
