“Is she ready, O?” Dean asks.
“I think so,” he answers as he moves the three digits he now has inside of me in and out.
“Then get on your back, start fucking her. Joe, you take the front. Gil, you fuck her mouth, and I need the lube.”
Like they’ve practiced this move extensively, O throws the lube to Dean, who catches it one handed.
Before I can start thinking about that, O lies on his back and pulls me on top of him. I straddle him reverse cowgirl style, only this time he’s about to fill a whole other hole than the last time we did this. Nerves fill my belly. Can I do this again?
He lines himself up with me, and I slowly lower myself on him. In this position, I decide how fast we go. Once he’s breached my hole with his tip, I groan. Part discomfort, part excitement.
Jonah kneels directly in front of me, his green eyes heated.
“You’re doing so good, baby. You look so sexy like this. You’re always gorgeous, but now? Fucking edible. I can’t wait to see the look of pleasure on your face when you’re taking us all.”
It’s like all the guys have taken over another persona. Gil is suddenly acting like a sub, Dean is acting like a Dom, Jonah is dirty talking like he was born to do it and O is following everyone’s lead. So weird. Just when I thought I had them all figured out, they pull something like this.
I let myself glide down inch by inch, sometimes moving slower than other times. When my face grimaces because it hurts a little, Jonah devours me with a soul shattering kiss while he rubs my clit. It’s all the distraction I need for O to bottom out.
In some kind of weird yoga move, Jonah and O get me laying on my back on top of O. I never thought about the logistics of group sex, but damn, it’s a thing.
Both O and I have spread legs, and once I’m lying on my back on top of him, Jonah crawls between our legs and teases me by sliding his cock through my slick. Just that motion feels really good, but now that O’s filling me up, I need both of them, and I need them to start moving.
“Get inside of me,” I moan desperately.
“Yeah, you need my cock?” Fucker really has the dirty talking down.
“Please,” I plea with him, locking eyes with those beautiful green peepers of his. They light up with a sparkle before he guides his cock to my opening and ever so slowly starts sticking it in me. I think he’d be up there for the world championship of slowest fuck ever, because he’s sure taking his time in torturing me to get it in me. I’m panting by the time he bottoms out.
“Fuck, man, I can feel you there,” O says who’s being a perfect gentleman in lying still and not moving.
“Wait ‘till we start moving, it’s fucking epic,” Jonah replies.
“Oh my god,” I cry out, “stop your little tea party and start moving already.”
They both snicker, but in the end they do start moving. And it’s so fucking good. All my nerve endings light up like the Neon signs in Las Vegas, and I inadvertently clench my insides.
“God damn,” O mutters behind me.
“Yeah,” Jonah agrees.
Me? I just make unintelligible sounds. When I close my eyes I’m in heaven. Both Jonah and O find a rhythm where they interchange who thrusts forwards, and I feel myself starting to build. Which sucks, because I can’t, and I don’t want to stop. What if I don’t say anything and just come?
Fuck this shit. I’m feeling rebellious. I’m not stopping. I try my best to stay quiet so nobody will notice, and I’m so close. Each time they touch that certain spot inside me, every time I feel the friction of O sliding in my ass, I get closer. And right when I’m about to topple over the edge, Jonah stops.
“O, hold it, she’s coming.”
Fucking traitor.
I open my eyes, and he has the audacity to smirk at me. If he wasn’t giving me everything I needed, I’d hate him. Sneaky climax stealing bastard.
Before I can scold him, Gil starts moving into my direction. I have no idea what he and Dean have been up to in the time I was being fucked, but they both have flushed cheeks and look about ready to start a fight. And I fucking love the roughness with which they play.
Gil gets right in front of me, grabs my face, and ticks his dick against my lips. I’m still kind of pissed I didn’t get to steal my sneaky orgasm, so I give him the stink eye but open my mouth up anyway.
Suddenly I understand why he thinks I’m a lousy sub while I still like to be dommed. He doesn’t overpower me, but he lets me do my thing. So I twirl my tongue around his crown, following the edge of his cock. Teasing his slit with my pointed tongue, I coax a moan from his lips.
Dean stands behind him, an arm around his chest, pulling Gil back against him. He uses a knee to open Gil’s legs before he bites down in the nape of his neck. I could watch this all day. When Dean does something to Gil I can’t see, he thrusts his dick forward, making me take him all the way to the back of my throat, making me gag and my eyes water up.