Or preferably, pound me.
As wonderful as that sounded, I didn’t want to be pounded. It was a late, lazy hour. And hey, I wanted to be the one calling the shots. I wanted to make them come.
Kane moved to rise first, and I anticipated the movement. Before he could leave the couch I was already pressing my hand against his chest, fingers splayed, pushing him back against the cushions.
Then I stood up, slipped out of my bottoms, and sat right down… on Maddox’s glistening, rock-hard dick.
He slid all the way inside me with a grateful sigh.
Two sexy SEAL hands went to my hips. I pushed them away, placing them back on either side of the couch. I could’ve put them on my aching, heaving breasts. Could’ve enjoyed the feel of his fingers rolling my nipples as I glided up and down on him, fucking him deep, rolling into his body on every downstroke.
Instead I threw my arms over his shoulders and fucked him like a needy, greedy whore.
Kane sat there and watched. His eyes traveled hungrily over my body as I screwed his friend, watching my every movement, listening to every whimper and sigh. His hand traveled up and down his own member, the head so swollen and engorged it looked ready to burst.
God…
I couldn’t wait to sit on it. Couldn’t wait to climb in his lap and fuck him next. But not until I had Maddox. Not until I’d done what I set out to achieve.
“FUCK, Dallas…”
It turned out it didn’t take long. Maddox’s ass left the couch as he flooded me with his come, surging upward and into me in the most delicious way. Deep down, I could still feel the pain of Mardi Gras. The soreness of two days of non-stop satisfaction, followed by last night’s amazing tryst in my own bed.
I finally allowed his hands on my body as my first lover finished, his fingers clenching and unclenching against my naked ass as he rode out his last euphoric contractions. Then, still leaking his come, I climbed into Kane’s lap…
… and sank all the way down to the balls on his steel rod of an erection.
Ohhh… ohhh FUCK…
I hadn’t planned on coming myself. I’d been only interested in their pleasure, enjoying the feel of them dragging around inside me.
All of a sudden however, things had changed.
“God, you’re such a fucking mess…”
Kane was kissing my neck, chewing my shoulder. Holding me against him while I rode up and down. I didn’t stop him. Shit, I couldn’t if I wanted to.
Dallas…
My orgasm was gathering like a coming storm. Picking up steam as my lover drilled me from beneath, fucking upwards and into me every bit as much as I was screwing down into him. I had my head lolled back, my face thrown at the ceiling. A mouth closed over mine and then Maddox was kissing me… kissing me even as Kane’s tongue trailed down my neck, as his cock was buried deep in my come-soaked pussy, all warm and wet and dirty and—
“OHHHHHHHHH!”
I screamed the word out loud. Or rather, it was torn from the depths of my throat.
“FUCKKKKK!”
It happened right in the middle of my climax: Kane’s hands screwed into fists, and he unloaded into me. His cock jumped and thumped and pulsed, shooting me full of his seed. Adding his load to Maddox’s, filling me with so much come I could feel it runn
ing down my thighs, his thighs, the couch… everywhere, all at once.
I rolled and thrashed on his cock, swinging my hair back and forth. Somehow still kissing Maddox, who had his arms around me.
My God…
Someone was cupping my breasts beneath my shirt, dragging his calloused hands over my nipples. It could’ve been either of them. It could’ve been both. I was so lost in ecstasy I didn’t care if it was the devil himself… and based on my behavior lately, that was a possibility I wasn’t ruling out.
Delirium and euphoria gave way to pleasure, which gave way to reality. I slid from Kane’s lap, flopping between them. Squeezing my thighs tightly together as they both ran out of me, while my chest heaved with the exertion of fucking them both.