While Colton was taking his time, Ava was having none of it. My play on the couch had her engines revved. As they kissed, Colton’s hands cupped her breasts and I couldn’t miss the way his fingers tugged and pulled on her nipples. She moaned and shifted so his cock was at her entrance. Then fuck, I watched as every inch of him disappeared into her.
Colton broke the kiss, pressed his head back into the pillow and closed his eyes. Oh yeah, I knew that sweet pleasure, the feel of Ava’s pussy as it greedily took a dick. Her hands went to his bare chest as she began to ride him. Up, down, circling her hips. She was lost to it; she’d forgotten I was even watching. Colton gripped her hips and took over, his eyes open now, watching. It was impossible not to stare at her, to see her like this, lost to her pleasure, the passion we’d brought about in her. Colton was giving it to her and she was taking. Greedily.
“I’m going to come!” she cried as she went down on her forearms and fucked him harder, faster. Shallow, quick thrusts as she ground her clit against him.
Fuck, I was going to come and I hadn’t even gotten in her. I grabbed the lube, flipped open the top and squirted some onto my cock, smeared it all over so it was liberally coated.
She cried out and my cock spurted pre-cum at the glorious sight of her as she came. Tucker groaned, stiffened, and I knew he was filling her right up.
Colton lifted her off of him and moved to the side so she was on her stomach. She shivered and I knew the pleasure hadn’t diminished yet. It was time. I moved to her side and Colton took hold of a thigh and spread her open. I pressed a slick finger to her ass, circled and spread the lube about. We’d been playing with plugs for just this moment, stretching her, preparing her for our dicks. She was tight, but she opened for my finger and I slid in to the first knuckle. I moved on top of her.
“Just like this, tiger.” I pressed my dick at her entrance, began to press in. “Nice and relaxed. Good, I’ll get in you just like this, then I’ll lift you up and fuck you. Good girl. Oh, fuck, see, I went right in.” It was hard to talk through gritted teeth, for she felt too fucking good to barely breathe. She was so tight here, impossibly so, and it wasn’t easy for her to take me. But she did.
The ring of muscle didn’t give too much of a fight and the head of my dick was in. Oh shit, I was going to come just like this. “Okay, tiger?”
She nodded, her hands tangled in the sheets. Her breathing was deep as she clenched and squeezed, slowly adjusted.
“Look at you, baby,” Colton said, his voice soft with praise. “Fuck, I’m getting hard again just seeing Tucker in your ass.”
She whimpered.
“Should we take a picture?” Colton asked, reaching to get his cell from his pants. “Add it to our collection?”
She turned her head, looked to him as he waited for her consent. I was focusing on not moving, on not drilling her into the bed.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I murmured, stroking a hand down her back as Colton moved to get a triple-x shot of us. Of my dick claiming that dark cherry. We never had our faces in the sexy pics we took. We’d never do anything with the images except look at them together, our own little pervy library, but to be safe, we ensured it was body parts only. The fact that this made our girl hot proved we were a perfect match.
I didn’t dare move in her yet, not until she was ready, but it was killing me. Sweat dripped from my forehead and my back teeth were being ground to dust. Hooking an arm about her waist, I pulled her up so her ass was elevated. Colton slipped a thick pillow beneath her hips, kept his hand there and I knew the second he found her clit. She tightened around me and moaned. It had been less than a minute since she stopped coming from Colton’s pussy fuck and she had to be so sensitive.
“Say it, Ava. Say I can fuck your ass.”
I waited a second, maybe two. “Please, Tucker,” she moaned. “Oh god, please fuck my ass. I need it.”
Now that I was in—this angle was better to work my way deeper—I did so slowly. Very slowly. I grabbed the lube, dribbled some where we were joined so we stayed slick. Moved in, then back out so the flared crown caught, then went deeper until I pressed against her upturned ass.
“Tucker,” she groaned, then wiggled her hips.
“Ready, tiger?”
“Yes!” she cried, pushing off with her hands so she pressed against me.
I saw Colton’s arm moving, knew he was working her clit as I took her ass. She’d come this way. We’d make sure of it.
Spilling a little more lube onto my length, I began to move even faster, going with what felt good, what made her cry out and beg for more. No, not good, fucking spectacular. We moved in tandem, rocking, pressing, thrusting until she was writhing, panting, sounds escaping her lips that were half groan, half moan.
“Now, baby. Come again,” I said, needing her with me when I filled her.
Her back arched like the tiger she was, her hair flying over her shoulders as she cried out to the ceiling. My dick was no competition for the way she squeezed and pulsed around it. My balls drew up and emptied, spurting all my cum deep into her.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, coming so hard I couldn’t see.
Colton helped her move off me, tucked her beneath the covers and got her a wet washcloth as I recovered. She blew the top of my fucking head off.
Colton settled in on one side of her, I fell like a redwood onto my back, leaned in to kiss her forehead, then tossed my arm over my eyes. Holy shit.
“I’m going to want to see that photo,” she murmured, eyes closed and tucking into Colton’s side. “When I’m conscious.”