Kara lowered her mouth, lips closing around my nipple, tongue hot and insistent. I tried to swallow the sound in my throat but failed, a sharp inhale breaking free. She shifted without pause, dragging her mouth across my chest to the other breast, drawing it between her lips with equal care. My skin burned, my body torn between the pull of memory and the press of fear. I hated how good her mouth felt on me.
Her mouth moved higher, tracing my collarbone, then settling at the side of my neck. Her breath was rough against my skin, her voice rasping in my ear. “I’ve got her. Go get those boots off.”
The words jolted through me. Alex’s fingers tightened once, then released. My head dropped forward, free of her hold, and the sudden absence left me reeling.
Kara seized the moment, her mouth crashing against mine without warning. The kiss was brutal in its force, lips demanding, tongue sliding deep until I had no air left. Her weight pressed me backward, driving me down onto the bed. The mattress caught me hard, my body folding under her as her kiss swallowed every protest.
Pinned beneath Kara’s heat, the echo of Alex’s grip still tingling at my scalp, I realized there was no space left to claim for myself. They were moving in tandem, each step calculated, and I was caught in the middle. I slid my hands through Kara’s short blond hair, lost to the sensation of her body covering mine.
Her mouth left mine and trailed lower. Her kisses pressed a heated path across my stomach, down the curve of my hips. My breath hitched with every inch she claimed, my body trembling as if bracing for impact. She pushed my thighs apart with firm hands and settled between them. The first stroke of her tongue tore a gasp from me.
She devoured me as though she had been starved, lips dragging, tongue circling with relentless hunger. Her voice came muffled against me, rough and satisfied. “Jesus, she tastes good.”
The words sent a hot flush over my skin. I heard Alex’s reply from above, steady and sharp. “Yeah she does. Sweet cream candy.”
The sound of them speaking about me, around me, sent my mind spinning. Every nerve stretched taut, pulled tight between two centers of gravity. Kara’s tongue moved in quick strokes, fingers pressing inside me, curling until I arched against the sheets. I could hardly process, sensation drowning thought.
Movement at the side of the bed caught me. Alex stripped the last of her clothes, her body strong and certain in the low light. My pulse lurched as she climbed onto the mattress, her knees braced on either side of my head. Her pussyhovered above my lips, slick and musky, and instinct drove me before I could think. My mouth opened, her taste sharp against my outstretched tongue.
I tried to steady myself, to find rhythm, but Kara’s tongue slid deeper, her fingers working with ruthless precision. Pleasure jolted through me in bursts, shattering every attempt to focus. My moans broke against Alex’s gaze, the vibrations jolting on her clit as I fought for control that would not hold.
“Pay attention.” Alex’s voice dropped low, her fingers reaching back to tweak my nipple hard. Pain snapped bright, lancing through the heat, yanking me back to her. I tried, lips sealing tighter around her clit, jaw working, but another surge from Kara ripped a moan out of me. The sound vibrated through Alex as I surrendered to the pull. My focus was shredded under the assault of mouths and hands that refused to let me go.
Alex’s voice cut through the haze, steady and commanding. “Flip her. Mouth’s no good this way.”
The mattress shifted as Alex lifted off of me. Kara’s hands clamped around my waist, turning me onto my stomach without effort. For a breath I stayed stunned, then felt the spread of her hands forcing my thighs apart again. Heat surged when her mouth returned, tongue sliding along the seam of my body from pussy to ass, wet and unrelenting.
The shock of it made me cry out, face buried against the blanket. My body arched against her, desperate and ashamed. I gasped as pleasure spiked sharp and deep, leaving me trembling.
In front of me Alex chuckled, dark and satisfied. “Like that, eh?”
Her hand tangled back into my hair, tugging until my face lifted from the bed. She scooted forward until her pussy brushed my lips, smooth and wetter than before. “Better angle,” she murmured, grip tightening. “Lick my pussy, Sabine.”
The words were low but absolute, threading through me like chains. My lips parted and she thrust forward, driving her slit l against my nose and mouth. Kara’s tongue dragged over me from behind in long strokes, sending shocks that made my body buck helplessly. Every movement forced my tongue deeper into Alex's cunt.
Tears blurred my vision, spilling from the corners of my eyes as I sucked and licked her. Her fist held me steady, hair pulled taut, guiding me into the rhythm she wanted. Kara’s tongue pressed harder, circling me in ways that left no room to think. Every gasp was swallowed by Alex's pussy, every sound turned to vibration inside her.
Kara’s mouth left me without warning. For a moment I thought she was shifting, adjusting, but then the mattress dipped and her weight shifted off the bed altogether. No more than a minute passed before the bed jolted and she returned, heavier, closer. I felt Kara’s lips on my shoulder, then her whisper in my ear: “Can I fuck you, Sabine?”
I pulled back just enough to nod my head, and Kara kissed my ear, then rose up to lift my hips. Her body pressed against me, and the blunt head of a thick silicone cock drove deep in one sharp stroke. My body lurched forward, my face buried in Alex's pussy. I pulled back for air, but her fist tightened in my hair, and after a moment, she tilted my face up to look at her.
“Easy,” Alex murmured, her voice dark velvet. “Stay with me. That’s it. Good girl.”
The praise slashed through me, hot and humiliating. I trembled as Kara thrust again, filling me from behind. The slight vibration I could feel told me that the toy was designed to stimulate both of us. Each stroke shoved me forward, and I tried to keep up the rhythm, licking and teasing Alex's hard clit until my jaw ached.
I coughed against her, tears spilling unchecked down my cheeks. Her grin only widened. She stroked my hair with her free hand, mockingly gentle even as she held me down.
“Look at you,” she said, tone threaded with amusement. “Taking us both. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
The words tangled with the ragged heat in my chest. Kara’s pace quickened, her breath sharp against the curve of my back. Alex’s cunt filled my vision, my throat, every breath cut short until all I could do was submit to the collision of bodies using me.
Alex leaned closer, eyes locked on mine as she moved my head to match her thrusts. “Beautiful when you cry for me,” she whispered, thumb brushing a tear from my cheek before pressing it into the corner of my mouth.
Pinned between them, I shook, unable to separate fear from pleasure, terror from need. Every nerve screamed, but neither woman relented. It was terrifying and wonderful.
The rhythm between them dragged me past reason until I thought I would break apart from it. Then Alex’s grip eased. She slid backward, leaving me gasping as she moved away. I blinked through the blur of tears and watched her stand, rubbing her clit in slow circles, her eyes never leaving me.
“My turn,” she said, voice low but cutting through the air like a command.
