Then my lips closed… and I was blowing him. Stroking him up and down. Sucking and licking him like I was physically starving, not even focusing on the others, not even caring what happened behind me, or to me, or anything else.
MMMMmmmm…
He was salty. Musky. Wholly delicious. The sweat of our dancing was in my mouth, and it wasn’t unpleasant. It made the whole thing more real, more raw. It made us more connected, as I looked up for his approval and saw that familiar dreamy look crossing over his devilishly handsome face.
“I’m sold.”
The voice behind me belonged to Roderick, as did the hands settling over my hips. I gasped as I felt two palms, spreading my ass wide. A moment later his mouth was against my sex, and my eyes were nearly rolling out my head as I felt his tongue dive deep inside me.
HOLY SHIT!
Roderick was eating me from behind, slathering me up and down with his hot, wet tongue. It was amazingly erotic. Totally incredible, to think of the visual behind me. To envision him on his hands and knees, just like me, only devouring my pussy from the inside out as I grunted and groaned and went down on his friend.
“Ohhhhhh fuck.”
Camden’s moan was followed up by his long fingers forking their way through my hair. He rolled his palms into fists. Really grabbed hold of me, as he used my face to bring himself off in my hot, willing mouth.
“FUCK!”
He came so abruptly I nearly choked, gagging on the thick, hot seed that suddenly flooded my mouth. It came in powerful spurts, filling me up. Blowing my cheeks out as I struggled to contain and devour it, even as Roderick was still devouring me.
Oh my GOD this is so. Fucking. Hot.
The hands in my hair relaxed, and the eruptions — while still happening inside my mouth — were less and less powerful. Eventually I was sucking again, draining the very last of Camden’s seed from his two heavy balls. Sometime during his whole crazy climax, I’d begun squeezing and rolling those balls in my hand.
Who the fuck are you?
The random thought made me chuckle. Honestly I didn’t know. It wasn’t a trick I’d learned or done before, it was just something I’d instinctively tried. Sort of like screwing three guys in the course of a couple of days, or taking hard guys from either end of my body.
“Fuck, that was ridiculous…”
Camden’s last grunt was half admiration, half apology. I smiled up at him, his cock still in my mouth. My body bouncing gently now, forward and back, because Roderick had stopped tongue-fucking me from behind and was fucking me for real — his hands locked tightly on my hips and everything.
Beautiful.
It was beautiful, actually. Beautiful and yet dirty at the same time. We were covered in muck, in filth, in soot. Our clothes ripped and ragged, our bodies tired from dining and dancing and exerting ourselves outside.
And yet, the desire was undeniable. My body was hungry and willing, ready to be used. Eager to be fucked and bounced off the end of Roderick’s beautifully hard abdomen, as I turned to look back at the sweat running down his now bare chest and shoulders.
God, he’s gorgeous.
They all were — the three of them. And now, after this, they would all be mine.
I yelped as a hand was pressed temporarily into my back. I was pushed into a new position; face down, ass up. Roderick was squatting over me from behind, not just screwing me doggy style but drilling me hard, one leg on either side of me.
“Unnnnghhh…”
I held tight as he plunged in and out of me, knees bent, his hands gripping the top of my ass. It was a position I’d never tried, never seen. Yet the angle at which he was fucking me seemed to be hitting all new spots. Places inside me that were deep and exhilarating, as I felt my lover’s sweat rain down on my mostly naked back.
RIIIIP!
I shuddered as two strong hands tore another swath of my dress away. I was naked now from the waist down. Still dirty, still sweaty, still bouncing beneath the frenzied onslaught of Roderick’s pounding manhood.
“Fuck me…”
I gasped the words as a mantra. In the sweltering heat of the moment, I said them over and over again until they ran together.
“Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuckmeeeee!”
Roderick’s fingers curled into claws, and in that moment I knew he’d lost it. A split-second later he was pumping me full. Screaming obscenities as he continued plowing me from above and behind, while throbbing and pulsing and dumping himself inside me.
Godddddd!
My teeth clenched tightly as my hands turned into fists. Somewhere in front of me was Camden, holding me steady. His hands kept my body from slipping away as Roderick finished exploding into my womb, while our cries of passion just sort of melted together.
“Holy… holy shit, Roderick…” I gasped. “I didn’t realize—”
SLAP!
He left me abruptly, smacking my ass once on the way out. His palm hit so square against my flesh I was sure it would be welted for the next day or so. Every time I sat down, I’d be reminded of this.
And what exactly is this, Karissa?
This was my new normal. My new life. Not just my sex life either, because now I had three different boyfriends who—
Three?
I whirled again and saw Bryce, sitting right where I’d left him. He was still in his seat. Still watching everything, from the place where I’d totally neglected him.
“Baby…”
Only he hadn’t necessarily neglected himself.
WOW.
Bryce had apparently stripped himself down rather than wait for me to do it. He’d also taken things into his own hands, and by that I meant he’d been stroking himself rock fucking hard to the sights of Camden, Roderick and I.
I flashed him the
