He stands up again and begins gathering my hair in his hand. “May I? Just let me know if it hurts, ok?”
Once Nash has my hair wrapped around his fist, he uses his free hand to guide his cock into my mouth again.
“So fucking pretty.” He croons, tracing the edge of my lips with his fingers as they stretch to accommodate his cock. “I’m going to start moving, ok? I’ll go slow. If you want me to stop, touch my knees with your hands and I’ll stop. Sounds good?”
I try to nod, but it isn’t easy with my mouth full of cock. “Hmm.” I blink twice and swirl my tongue around him again to signal my agreement.
“That looks fucking hot,” Colsen says. “I’m gonna start moving again, ok? Ready? We have to work together, dude.”
And just like that, Colsen begins a slow rhythm, pounding in and out of me, each thrust taking him deeper inside me.
His movements cause my head to surge forward like before, but this time Nash is controlling how deep he goes with a hand in my hair and one cupping my jaw.
The sensation is out of this world.
Colsen feels amazing inside me, hitting a spot that makes me see stars every time he surges forward. I love the feeling of Nash’s cock hard in my mouth with every thrust and every lick of my tongue to the underneath of his shaft. But what takes this experience from pleasurable to mind blowing is the pleasure that radiates from my head every time Nash’s movements cause him to pull on my hair.
Sparks of electric heat travel from my scalp to my clit, and my pussy begins pulsing in warning that an orgasm is on the horizon.
“Fuck, Taryn,” Colsen pants. “Are you close? The way you’re squeezing me feels too good. I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”
I moan my assent, opening my mouth more to take more of Nash into my mouth.
That causes Nash’s cock to swell in my mouth, becoming impossibly hard. “Trouble, I’m so fucking close, too. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, blink twice please.”
I emit a moan of protest. He had better not think about pulling out now; I want every last drop.
“God,” Nash’s voice is strained. “I’m gonna come down your pretty throat.”
As the first salty spurt of his release hits my tongue, Colsen begins to come too. And I’m right there. My body is tense to breaking point, the pleasure mounting to the point that it almost hurts.
“Such a good girl, taking us both so well.” Colsen grunts as he stills deep inside me.
I shatter into a million pieces as pleasure blooms between my legs and spreads to every cell in my body.
The feeling of Colsen’s cum spreading warmth inside me and of Nash emptying himself into my mouth is sogood. But what pushed me over the edge was when Colsen called me a good girl.
As our climaxes subside, the guys gently withdraw from me. As Colsen runs to the en-suite bathroom to get a wet towel to clean me up, Nash gathers me into his arms.
He kisses me slowly and softly, and I smile.
“What? Are you ok?” he whispers.
“Mhm. That was amazing, and I just learned two things tonight.”
Nash brushes a strand of sweaty hair away from my forehead while Colsen returns and begins cleaning between my legs with gentle swipes of the luxury hotel towel.
“What did you learn, pretty girl?”
My smile widens. “That I loved having my hair pulled during sex and that apparently I have a praise kink.”
“We’re the luckiest men in the world.” Colsen murmurs as he settles against the plush pillows with me between him and Nash.
“That we are.” Nash whispers, his face nestled in the crook of my neck.
It’s been a long day for all of us, and with our bodies pleasantly sated, sleep takes us under.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
