“You’ve been a good girl. Time to come and then Lee’s going to fuck you.”
Archer finally…FINALLY…began moving his finger inside me, brushed his thumb over my clit and did magic circling at my back entrance. He’d had me right on the edge that I fell right over. Sutton had primed me with that first orgasm, this one coming easier, although Archer was very skilled with his fingers.
I arched my back, closed my eyes, moaned. It was a rolling orgasm, a soft lilt of heat that spread to my fingers and toes. My ears went numb. I drooped, wilted, on the table as I heard the distinct foil of a condom wrapper, the metal clank of a belt buckle, the slide of a zipper.
When I opened my eyes next, Lee was looming over me, one hand beside by my head to hold his weight. At some point, he’d stripped off his shirt and we were pressed together, skin to skin. His cock nudged my thigh, then slid upward to settle at my entrance.
His blue gaze met mine, held. “Ready?”
I nodded, lifted my hand to cup his stubbly jaw. “God, yes.”
He didn’t wait, thankfully, and slid into me in one long, deep, stroke. Did I say long? He filled me and filled me and—
“There,” he said, gripping my butt and angling me just right so I took every thick inch of him.
“Fuck, baby. Your mouth was too good.” He dipped his head, kissed me and I played with his tongue as I had his dick. He groaned again. “Shit, this is going to be an eight second ride.”
I lifted my hips, content with that. I just wanted him to move.
He did, pulling back, thrusting deep, pushing me along the table. His hand moved to my shoulder, held me in place.
He felt so good. While he was big, I was wet for him and the tight fit meant he rubbed over every single nerve ending.
I felt his ragged breathing fan my heated skin as he thrust deep, held himself still and growled. I felt the reverberations against my breasts as he came, his hips making the tiniest of motions as he pumped his cum into the condom.
I watched him as he did so. His jaw was clenched, veins popped out on his temples, sweat dotted his brow. Every inch of him was reduced to pumping his cum into me. Maybe someday we could forego the condom and I could feel it hot and thick as it filled me.
He pulled back and I hissed, sated from the earlier orgasms, but not from the fucking. When he stood, I could see Archer and Sutton once again. They’d both stripped off their shirts, their pants open enough for their dicks to be out. Archer’s was sheathed in a condom, Sutton’s bare.
As Sutton stroked himself, he issued orders. I shivered at the dark commands, not the cool air. “Up on your hands and knees, baby.”
Archer grabbed a throw pillow off the couch behind him, put it down on the table, helped me up and to get into position so my knees were cushioned and my palms were flat on the cool wood.
Sutton moved in front of me. “The sight of you taking Archer and Lee will be burned in my brain forever. I want in that mouth as Archer fucks you. I want to feel you suck me deep and pull the cum from my balls.”
That was hot. I licked my lips at the idea of tasting him again after a year. I remembered how he’d gripped my hair, guided me. Worked himself into my throat, then pulled back. Total submission on my part, the trust I had in him to know when I needed to breathe.
He arched a dark brow, waited for me to say ‘red’. He wasn’t asking if I was okay with it because he was telling me what was going to happen. I could stop. I could use my safe word and we’d snuggle on the couch, fucking forgotten, or he’d go vanilla.
I didn’t want vanilla. I wanted Rocky Road. With fudge.
When I didn’t say anything, he lifted his chin. “Open up.”
I did and he fed me his cock, slowly and carefully, but he went deep. His hand went to my hair as I anticipated. The slight tug felt good. When he pulled back so I was circling the crown with my tongue, Archer gripped my hips, slid into me.
I moaned, closed my eyes. I was filled from both ends. Two men. So hot. So much. So good.
Sutton kept his one hand in my hair, the other went to my shoulder so I wouldn’t be driven forward by Archer’s thrusts. Sutton directed my mouth fucking, the depth, the pace. All I did was lave him with my tongue, breathe through my nose and pull in my cheeks. I couldn’t think, not with Archer fucking me.
Lee sat on the side of the coffee table, cupped my breast with one hand and found my clit with the other. The third orgasm overcame me instantly. I’d just needed the contact with my clit and I was done for.
I clamped down on Archer’s dick as he spoke, his voice ragged, his words almost disjointed. Yes. Fuck. Tight. Death of me. Balls are going to explode. So deep.
“Swallow every drop, baby,” Sutton said as he slid deep, swelled, just before I felt the hot pulse of his cum slide down my throat. I swallowed, again and again, to take it all.
He pulled back, painted my tongue wit
h a bit more cum as I breathed, then pulled from me entirely.