Chase had been kissing me the whole time, but now he held me still. With my cheeks hollowed out by the firm grip of his thumb and forefinger, I stared straight into his eyes. A thousand unspoken words passed between us, while his friend filled my pussy from behind.
Holy fuck.
It was beautiful, in its own twisted way. A deep, silent connection between himself and his best friend, using me as the conduit.
Then Chase stood up, and I realized by how hard he was he’d still been working himself the whole time. He pushed the head of his cock past my trembling lips… stroking, squeezing…
… and emptied himself, right into my waiting mouth.
OH. MY. GOD.
It was absolutely incredible, being filled from both ends. Simultaneously taking two hot loads from two gorgeous men — men who’d just had their way with me, who’d pleased me and used me and shared my body between them.
I swallowed hard a few times, draining Chase completely. It might’ve even been too much, had he already not just come so fully in my pussy.
After that, everything was a blur. A spinning, crazy blur of flesh and come and heat and wetness.
At last we collapsed in a heaving, sweaty heap, with me stuck in the middle. My heart was racing. My brain, still lost somewhere in the clouds.
Down below, my pussy was a frothy, leaky mess.
It’s going to be like this again, isn’t it?
I sure as shit hoped so. Hell, I’d done a lot of fun things in my time, but nothing that came even close to this.
We lay together for a long time, no one even daring to speak. Maybe not wanting to break the spell of contentment. I for one, couldn’t ever remember feeling so sated and comfortable and full.
“C’mon,” said Nathan finally, bouncing up from the bed. With one long arm, he scooped up a bunch of our clothing. The other hand, he offered to me.
“You haven’t seen my room yet.”
Thirteen
CHASE
I followed the smell of bacon and eggs. It was a welcome smell on any morning. Especially on this morning.
“Ah, good. Sleepyface is up.”
The phrase came out semi-sarcastic. I hadn’t taken another two steps before Kayleen shoved a cup of coffee into my hand and pointed to an empty seat.
“Sit.”
I glanced over to where Nathan was already relaxing in one of the kitchen chairs. There was a plate in front of him, scattered with tiny bits of egg, cheese, peppers and some other stuff.
‘Western omelet?” Kayleen asked.
She looked like a warrior queen, tall and slender and frizzy-haired, wielding her spatula like a weapon. I didn’t even know what was in a Western omelet. But I nodded anyway.
“Sure.”
My ass hadn’t even hit the chair and she was already cracking eggs. I took the first sip of my coffee as Kayleen switched over to the whisk.
“Alright,” she demanded, pointing at Nathan. “He wouldn’t say anything until you got here, so now out with it.”
I blinked. “Out with what?”
“You guys have done that before, haven’t you? That couldn’t have been your first time.”