One Dirty Night

I wanted that satedness.

I wanted to sink into soft, wonderful silence, but my body wasn’t finished.

It wanted more.

Needed more.

My release flickered with pain, taunting me, making me mewl and moan and writhe over Hunter, desperate to finish, beyond sane to free myself from such toe-curling, teeth-tingling pleasure.

“She’s not done,” Hunter barked. “Get out of her.” He pushed Nick’s shoulders hard. “Withdraw unless you want her to suffer.”

Nick groaned as he raised onto his hands, twitching behind me. “She’s still clenching around me. She’s still coming.”

“And you’re not. That’s the problem. She needs to finish. You can’t leave her in that state.” Hunter bared his teeth, looking every bit a demon as Nick. “Get out of her if you care about her.”

I couldn’t catch a breath as my body spindled and tightened. My clit throbbed. My bones ached. Tears poured down my cheeks as frustration blended with need. “Please. God, please…please make it stop.”

“I’ll make it stop.” Hunter kissed my cheek. “I’ll make the pain go away.” Glowering at Nick, he hissed, “Get your fucking cock out of her. Right now.”

With a gasp and a wince, Nick obeyed. Withdrawing, he flopped onto his side, landing beside Hunter and me.

He caught my eyes.

I froze in his stare.

In the endless affection there.

The awe.

The wonder.

The dread.

And then, my mouth dropped wide as Hunter grabbed my hips, shifted me upward, and plunged his huge, hard cock inside me.

Oh God.

I couldn’t think, breathe, move.

The invasion.

The penetration.

He thrust inside me mere moments after Nick had come.

The wetness inside me.

The thick lubrication of mutual releases echoed in the room as Hunter withdrew and thrust back in.

If I had any sanity left, I’d blush.

But I merely groaned at the delicious depravity.

I threw myself headfirst into the new claiming of another man as Hunter jack-knifed his hips up, his belly flexing, his chest dripping with sweat. He fucked me from below, holding me aloft with arms bunching with muscle all while my hands remained bound, and my legs turned to jelly, and Nick watched every stab of Hunter’s cock vanishing inch after inch inside me.

The way Nick stared at me.

The aching, breaking longing in his face.