I felt him relax, and in turn my body did as well. Little by little, he guided his way in. I took him inside me inch by inch, remembering that amazing, heavy feeling that had always turned me on so much.
Fuck yes…
He filled me perfectly, all the way in. I gasped as he bottomed out, my eyes growing heavy with arousal. Then Corey started kissing me again, and I nearly lost it.
“You love it, don’t you?” he whispered.
I nodded slowly, biting my lip. Mason was screwing me steadily now, fucking me in the ass. Overloading the pleasure centers of my brain with that glorious sense of weight and fullness.
FUCK it felt good.
Mason slid closer, angling his body to present me his cock. I grabbed it from the base and lowered my mouth over it, still focusing intently on the feeling of being plowed from behind.
God…
I’d been in this position so many times over the past four or five days, but this was wholly different. Every movement I made was amplified. Every push and pull, sandwiched so tightly between them, sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to my very core. For the first time, I saw how someone could climax like this. How a woman could reach orgasm strictly this way, based on the intensity of the feelings alone.
I sucked on Corey for a while, giving myself over to Mason. Letting him take me where only one other man had ever been, and in a situation that hadn’t done me much in the way of justice, either.
But this…
Oh my God, this!
When my climax finally hit, it started in a whole different place in my body. My orgasm felt so different, too. It rose up from an all new source; one more heavy and complete, one that made me stop blowing Corey and cry out loud — not in pain, but in total, wanton ecstasy — while every muscle in my body seemed to contract inward, all at once.
I came so hard I didn’t even feel it: Mason, climaxing along with me. Reaching the same shining pinnacle as me, but on a much different mountaintop…
Fuuuuuck!
Corey was on his knees now. He grabbe
d my face, turning it to meet him.
“He’s coming inside you, isn’t he?” he growled.
“YES.” Oh God, yes.
“And where’s he coming?”
His fingers tightened, hollowing out my cheeks. I could barely function over the haze of my own euphoria.
“In me…” I gasped. “He’s coming inside me.”
I could feel the pulses, the rhythmic contractions as he filled me from behind. But Corey wasn’t satisfied.
“Inside you where Lauren?” he grunted. “Say it. Tell me where—”
“In my ass,” I gasped abruptly. “He’s coming in my ass…”
Corey’s eyes flared. He was enjoying this way too much. Staring back at me with all new levels of heat and desire, as Mason collapsed backward against his own headboard.
I fell sideways, into the fluffy comforter bunched up beneath me. The blankets were warm and inviting. The perfect place to just curl up into a ball and sleep.
Suddenly a pair of strong hands gripped my hips, pulling me roughly in the other direction. I gasped as a hand went commandingly to the back of my head. In no time at all I was face down. Ass up…
“My turn,” I heard Corey growl.
Forty-Three