One Dirty Night

With his cock still full mast and his eyes absolutely tortured, Nick grabbed my chin and kissed me.

He kissed me like he loved me.

Kissed me like he cursed me.

He kissed me and kissed me, and when Hunter thrust achingly deep inside me, I screamed into his mouth.

I moaned and groaned and exploded for a third blinding time.

Over and over, wave after wave. Banding, cutting pain sliced through my every cell as I came all over Hunter’s cock.

“That’s it. Give it to me. Yes. Fuck yes. Yes!” Hunter rutted into me, his fingernails drawing blood. His ferocity passed demonic, slipping straight into fiendishly frantic.

“Fucking hell,” Nick groaned as he ripped his mouth from mine and watched as Hunter jerked and spent inside me. His jaw clenched and his eyes clouded as I accepted yet another man’s quaking, pouring pleasure.

I wanted to say something to ease his agony, but my release kept going. On and on, wringing me dry, coiling me tight, threatening to stop my heart and slaughter me.

Throwing his head back, Hunter clamped me down on top of him, grinding his cock a final time, feeding me the last splashes of his climax.

And that was where my final pulse found me.

Impaled on his cock.

Entirely at his mercy.

Fucked by two men and covered in their cum.

I cried out and rode that final wonderful wave.

And then, I flopped over him.

I went utterly boneless as my own release finally stopped torturing me, and I clawed for sweet after such savage sharpness.

Nicholas shifted beside us.

Hunter sighed heavily beneath me.

I waited for the sense of completion.

I wanted to rest. To explore the girl left behind in the rubble of such a night.

But then, hands were grabbing me, wrenching me off Hunter’s cock, pulling me across the bed until I tripped off the side and almost fell down the three steps.

“What…?” I blinked and swayed as Nick grabbed my roped wrists and shoved them above my head. The bindings latched onto a hook on the four-poster bed I hadn’t noticed, holding me upright even as my knees threatened to give out.

“Nick…?”

I didn’t recognise him.

Didn’t see the scientist who had to wear glasses to read. Didn’t recognise the man I shared a home with.

All I saw was a man wracked with absolute agony. A man too far gone to be reasoned with. “He can’t be the last one to have you. He can’t.”

Grabbing my leg, he hitched it over his hip and stepped into me. “I’m sorry.” Ducking from his tall height, he fisted his still hard cock and slammed into me with a guttural bellow.

I clenched around his invasion, burning, burning, burning.

My body clamped down on his cock, making him curse.