The hands on my ass lifted my T-shirt up, then slid downward, to the insides of my thighs. Insistently, they forced my legs slightly apart.
“Oh yeah.”
I felt the shimmy of hips, as my lover pushed up against me. He adjusted me for his height. A hand pressed down into the small of my back, forcing me forward, where I looked dizzily out over the amazing view.
“Gotta love New York City,” I sighed, as Adam sank all the way into me.
I could tell it was him, just by the hands. And by the precision of his thrusts, which always managed to pierce me to the very core.
Besides, Dante had just gone. There was no way he’d have recovered. Not already. Not after having gone twice so far…
“God,” Adam whispered, nuzzling my neck. “No matter how many times I fuck this pussy…”
“You’ll never get tired of it?” I purred.
“I’ll never get enough of it,” he corrected.
I sighed happily. “It’s never tired of you, baby. That’s for sure.”
He was pumping me steadily now. Screwing his hips forward, every time he bottomed out.
“So now Trey gets to go twice in a row?” I asked, only half-intrigued.
“If he can, sure. Otherwise one of us will jump in, somewhere.”
I laughed. “I wouldn’t want to break any of your ‘rules’ of course.”
“You let us worry about that.”
It had been a fun little game, until I realized they were serious. To mark this wonderful and momentous occasion, the guys had promised to screw me ‘dusk till dawn’. At first, I wasn’t sure what that entailed. But so far they had more than kept up their end of the bargain.
“What’s been your favorite part so far?” asked Adam.
“Of the trip?” I asked innocently.
“Of the sex,” he grunted.
I moaned a little louder as he began screwing me more intensely. He was still going slow, though. Still savoring the feeling of taking me deep.
“Mmmm… hard to say. I really liked it in the hot tub. That was nice and relaxing.”
The room the guys had rented for us was as amazing as the view. We were high up in the Renaissance Times Square Hotel. Lost in a sea of leather and marble, of luxurious couches and pillowy loveseats. Of soft, feathered bedding adoring three separate bedrooms, complete with a fully-stocked bar, a jacuzzi hot tub, and oh yes… an amazingly fun balcony.
“But I have to admit,” I went on, breathlessly. “When you took turns going down on me? I mean, over and over, until I’d come for each of you?”
Adam lowered his lips to my shoulder. He pushed hard, shoving me firmly against the balcony as he continued kissing me from behind. Screwing me deeply, while dragging his hot tongue along the nape of my neck.
“That was intense,” I gasped, closing my eyes. “So unbelievably intense…”
My lover shoved harder. Took me deeper.
“And it made me soo fucking wet.”
My words affected him as they always did. Adam’s fingers curled, digging into my ass. His cock throbbed and pulsed with the threat of a crushing orgasm, and for a few seconds he had to stop moving completely.
“What’s wrong?” I called back wickedly over my shoulder. “Too much for you?”
I squeezed down hard on the last few words, clenching him tightly. Somewhere inside me, I felt his massive cock, thumping back.