Page 168 of Trapped Truth

“I’m not. I’ll get my turn, lads. Don’t worry about that.”

My eyes burn when Blaine fists my hair tight, using the force to steer my head up and down. His erection rocks into me at a heady, relentless pace. With each thrust, he drives closer to my throat until I’m utterly full and unable to hold the moisture at bay.

By contrast, Axel moves slow and steady, intent on taking his time. He languidly jackknifes repeatedly to push into me. With every rotation, my whole frame shudders, pebbled breasts dancing in the air for the world to see.

I’m left to rock between them like a swinging pendulum. Each suck urges me into Blaine’s orbit, then I row back to absorb the full weight of Axel’s advance. Every rotation adds to the intensity of being shared by them.

“Well, fuck.” Hyland’s curse announces his return. “I stepped out for two seconds.”

“You’re missing the show,” Warner chortles.

“I caught the live version. I’m good.”

When Axel lays down a fierce spank on my left cheek, I involuntarily tighten around Blaine, prompting him to hiss out. His cock glides along my tongue to seat itself at the back of my throat, jerking wildly while I breathe through my nose.

Still sheathed in my centre, Axel delivers another spank then deftly spreads apart my ass cheeks. I shudder at the sensation of saliva hitting my asshole. He spreads the lubricant in a taunting circle, poking the ring of muscle in warning.

“I want to fill this hole.”

“I still had it first,” Blaine taunts.

“Shut the fuck up, man. Don’t remind me.”

I moan loudly around a mouthful of Blaine’s cock as sharp pressure gathers against my rear entrance. Axel eases a wet digit inside, gently rotating his hips to encourage my muscles to relax and let him in.

Taking a finger pales in comparison to being used by two of my men at once, but I know where Axel’s going with this. He thrusts into my rear at the same pace as his dick stretches my entrance, using both forces to torment me. The effect is explosive.

I’m overwhelmed by them. Senses stretched thin. Nerves plucked and pulled to an invisible beat that no one gave me the song sheet for. Wedged between them, I feel wanton. Cherished. And oh-so alive.

Axel withdraws his digit then spanks me again, a groan slipping from Blaine when my lips tighten around him. I’m sure he enjoys taunting the poor man. The heat of his cock slinks higher, pressing up against my backside in a wordless caution.

“Easy,” Axel warns. “You’ve got this.”

“She can handle it.” Blaine cups my cheek.

“Keep her mouth busy. I want her relaxed.”

Hearing them work together is more than I can tolerate. It’s so fucking hot. Gripping Blaine’s powerful thigh muscles, I drink him down while Axel inches into my rear, pushing past my limits and into the blissful agony beyond.

Being stretched so thinly has me sprinting towards a climax that’s barely begun to develop. There’s no time for slow, flickering embers to catch hold and ignite. The bonfire has already taken over, bringing violent flames to crisp every skin cell vulnerable to their touch.

The breadth of Blaine’s shaft dominating my mouth swallows any cries that dare to escape. He silences my pleasure, stealing it for his own personal hall of victory. Even as Axel fucks me into a joyful oblivion.

When my mouth fastens into a lock hold around Blaine, he tenses up. I sense him swelling on my tongue, becoming tantalisingly engorged. The added pressure must be too much for him to handle too.

“Dammit.” He yanks on my hair tightly. “That feels so good.”

Head rotating, I lick and suck over his shaft, taking him as deeply as the bounds of my throat allow. My tongue drags over the tip of his dick, lavishing the round cherry until he’s hurtling into me without control.

Spurts of come pour into my mouth with his sudden grunt. Still, I refuse to let up. I’m going to milk him dry. I want him breathless and weak for me as I take my fill.

Blaine curses, tugging on my hair while his climax races through him. Lifting one hand, I cup and roll his balls, guiding him through the orgasm until his thrusting eases to a slow roll.

“Jesus, sweetheart.”

Stroking my hair, I’m permitted to pop free from his length. Blaine’s widened onyxes watch me lick the spilled seed from my mouth. Every last drop. I love how it causes his breathing to dissolve into panting.

A glance to the left reveals Warner still watching us through hooded eyes. Only now, he’s shamelessly undone his fly, freeing his own erection to lazily stroke. I pucker my lips at him, receiving a wink back.