Cy kisses my lips and releases my hair as Kent pulls me up, my back flush against his chest. Then the world around me explodes into a million pieces of sparkling glitter as they start moving together. Each thrust like a finale of a firework show. They sometimes move together and other times they alternate, filling me and retreating, making my body crave them, need them, be ruined by them.
I know I’m never going to be the same again. I don’t think I want to be the same as I was. Was there even a time before I knew this kind of pleasure.
I can feel everything in my body pulling, tightening, growing, gaining. I’m so close that even though I hear murmured words, bits of praise and curses of pleasure, I can’t hear any of them. They don’t matter, only this sweet bliss matters.
Only the way they make my body feel. Only the way they can give me pleasure.
I’m teetering right on the edge when Kent wraps his hand around my neck from behind, his fingers flexing, reminding, telling, commanding. The way he holds me, grips me, the way he steals my breath, has me tumbling over the edge.
“Fuck,” Cy holds the word out and his hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into me hard, as he slams me down onto his length. He growls, “Going to fill your needy pussy up with my cum.”
There’s a fleeting thought of it taking root, of these men giving me the baby I’ve always craved and have been waiting for. I push it aside because the birth control I have will prevent it. Still, just the vision of it, the possibility, and the feeling of Cy’s hot jets hitting my fluttering walls, has me tightening around Cy and Kent.
Kent lets out a shout, his hand releasing me to grab ahold of my shoulders and plow deep into my ass. “That’s right, milk my cum with your ass, Ariel,” he growls.
I shiver and my eyes snap open when I feel another set of hands pinch my clit, sending me spiraling into another orgasm and pulling groans from both men still buried inside me. Gabe flashes me a sinister grin when I meet his eyes.
Yeah, I might not be able to keep them, but as I come down from the pleasure they’ve given me I know that it’s a risk I’m going to have to take.
I deserve to have a little bit of fun. Fun doesn’t last, but that doesn’t erase your memories. Hopefully those memories will be enough.