I blow out a breath just as Ace lifts one hand from mine and pinches my clit, the pleasure making me buck. I cry out as King really starts to move.
It’s not long before the shock of it turns to blinding pleasure and my own hips roll.
“Yes, oh, fuck,” I cry, fingers curling against Ace’s chest.
Ace starts to move again then, forcing me to hover on my knees as he fucks me from below and King from behind. It’s a sensory overload. I’m full, and I’m wet, and I’m so desperate.
My head tips back as King leans forward, one arm banding around my middle as he continues to fuck me. Ace becomes more frantic, fucking me harder, his grunts louder and then he rips his cock from me abruptly and comes up my stomach, the hot spurts of liquid landing and sliding over and off my skin.
But King doesn’t stop, his breaths hit the nape of my neck as he continues to stretch and fill me in a place a man has never been.
Ace doesn’t stay still for long, his fingers thrust inside me, and his thumb circles my clit and I detonate, crying out as my climax has my body convulsing and tensing.
Ace pumps his fingers hard, prolonging the orgasm and King leans back to grip my hips, yanking me back and into his deep thrusts. I feel them both everywhere, Ace’s fingers curling and sweeping over that sweet spot inside, and King pounding into me from behind like a man possessed.
“Yes, oh God,” I cry, another orgasm washing through me off the back of the previous one. Ace breathes heavily, eyes dark and focused while King continues to fuck me. My pussy convulses on Ace’s fingers, my climax sending euphoric tremors throughout my body.
“Fuck!” King roars and pulls out, his come hitting my spine.
I fall to the side, landing in a heap on the sheets, my breathing rasps from my chest and my body quivers from the intensity and aftershocks of what just happened. At some point Ace managed to untangle himself and walks back towards me with a wet cloth to clean me up with. His mouth is pulled into a half, satisfied grin, and then he leans down and gently presses his mouth against mine before leaving. He just leaves.
I watch him go, frowning, but King hauls me to him, holding me against his chest as his fingers soothe over the sensitive, still burning skin.
“That was some of the most painful, and yet best sex I’ve ever had,” King muses, breath teasing my hair,
“Painful?” I whisper, unable to manage more.
He draws small circles on my skin, “Seeing another man fuck you made me want to rip out his throat, trusted friend or not, but watching you ride him, watching you lose yourself to the pleasure of it…it was mesmerizing.”
“But you like to watch?” I say, confused.
“Mm, and I did like it,” he kisses my brow, “Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to kill him.”
I laugh softly.
“Was it what you expected?”
“I didn’t know what to expect,” I reply honestly, “But that,” my breath rushes from my lips. It was amazing and fulfilling and made me feel so damn sexy, so alive. He doesn’t push me for those answers though, instead we just lay there in the quiet and revel in the intimacy.