“Fucking hell,” Jonah whispers while he starts moving again. It’s all the incentive O needs to follow his lead. I’d love to cry out in pleasure, but my mouth is being fucked and sound doesn’t come out. Best gag-ball ever?
“You ready?” Dean growls in Gil’s ear. I notice he doesn’t even ask him if he’s sure. The dynamic between these two is more like battling for pleasure than looking for consent. It’s so different from how they are with me. I think it’s a guy thing.
“Yes,” Gil hisses, momentarily stilling. I use the opportunity to softly lick his tip. Sucking his head, teasing his slit, twirling around it, sucking in the frenum.
While I’m doing so, Dean sinks into Gil. He does so slowly and gently, and I don’t see a single sign of discomfort on Gil. Might have something to do with me professionally sucking his cock.
I can feel all eyes focussing on what’s going on between Gil and Dean, while the fucking O and Jonah are doing takes on an easygoing pace. When I search Jonah’s face, all I see is curiosity and arousal.
“Fucking hell,” Gil whispers when I can feel Dean softly beginnning to thrust. His cock gets pushed back in my mouth with each thrust. It’s enough for O and Jonah to find their rhythm again as well.
And I just fucking climax. No warning. No building. It’s there before I know it. Ripples of pleasure shoot through my body. I couldn’t even have warned anyone if I’d have felt it coming, because there’s a dick stuck in the back of my throat. The guys don’t seem to mind, because they fuck me through it. They just keep going even after I’ve come down from my high.
“This feels too good,” O whimpers when his hands start digging into my hips. He doesn’t have very much room to move, but he manages anyway.
Jonah’s eyes are stuck on where Dean is fucking Gil, and the fact that he’s looking so intently drives me crazy. I love the way all the guys love me each in their own way, but the love and acceptance they feel for each other is fucking epic. It’s part of what makes this dynamic work.
“Switch with me,” Jonah suddenly says when he makes eye contact with Gil. Who raises his eyebrows to question what it is he means.
“You take my position, I take her mouth, Dean… does you. Think you can handle that O? That’s a lot of people on top of you.”
“Dude, I feel like I’m on top of the world, I can handle anything right now,” O answers. Gil takes his dick out of my mouth and Dean also seems to take a step back.
“It’s more like you’re the bottom of the stack instead of on top of the world,” Dean remarks. I giggle, but once all the guys start moving to change, I get a little nervous. Can’t put my finger on why that is exactly, but this feels like next level stuff for me.
Gil climbs on the bed between my legs and puts his hands on the side of my head. He gives me a lazy kiss that sets me on fire before he brings a hand back down and guides himself inside me. It’s O who moans from the action. This double penetration stuff is fun for the guys as well it seems.
Before they start moving, the weight on top of me doubles, and I hear both O, Dean and Gil laugh. Raising my brows to question what’s going on, Gil’s kind eyes find mine.
“There’s a lot of legs down here, and not a lot of room to get into a good position.” Then his smile changes into something more naughty. “O, grab her knees and pull them up.”
Fuck, I know I should’ve practiced more yoga. Maybe I should join that senior class Miss Frieda and Miss Patterson go to. O grabs my knees and lifts my legs, and just like that everyone who’s inside me touches a different spot. There’s shuffling on the bed, and a soft moan from Gil when Dean does something to him. If I have to guess I’d say that he’s back in.
And just like that all three of them start moving.
Jonah seems mesmerized in just watching what’s going on, and I even dare to say there’s a little spark igniting his voyeurism tendencies. I swallow hard, basking in the feeling of a whole heap of weight on me and dick-heaven going on inside me. Once I gather my bearings, I reach over to where Jonah is still silently watching and start jerking his cock. That seems to grab his attention.
He guides his cock to my mouth and I open up for him. There’s not much for me to do but hang on for dear life as I’m being filled to the brim with dick and extacy.
“Good girl,” Jonah murmurs, and it’s like he’s pushed a big flashy red button telling me it’s time to detonate. I never knew I liked being praised, especially when it’s not something I’m really deliberately doing, but hot damn, I’m here for it.
Dean shifts his weight forward, increasing the weight on top of me. Gil starts grunting and swearing with every thrust Dean makes. Gil’s cock inside of me twitches so hard I can feel it.
“Did I find the magic spot?” Dean growls in Gil’s ear.
“Don’t you fucking dare stop,” Gil pants.
“Second that,” O grunts.
“I think I found the magic spot,” Dean says smugly.
And me? I’m somewhere between mewling and moaning, which comes out like muffled sounds - because dickmouth. Jonah is going easy on me though, which is fine, because I don’t know how much more I can handle.
A tingling feeling starting at my spine that grows with every thrust and before I know it I’m on the edge of the abyss, but not able to topple over it. Jonah seems to notice, and wrangles his hand between Gil’s and mine bodies and flicks my clit. He puts pressure on it and that’s when the fireworks ignite. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through my body.
I know I’m slacking in the giving head department, but Jonah doesn’t seem to mind as he just fucks my mouth while I ride out everything all these boys have to give me.
“Ah fuck, Mor. The look on you when you come is so fucking good,” Jonah says. I think he wants to say more, but then Gil gets frantic. Sweat drops have formed on his brows and his eyes are shut closed, somewhere between heaven and extacy. He fucks me without any rhythm or deliberation. He’s going purely on sensation, moaning before he finally climaxes.