Yet here I am, eagerly bobbing up and down on Hunter’s thick, dripping cock, spreading my legs wider for Ryker to shove his tongue further inside me. “Sweet, sweet pussy,” he growls before driving what feels like three fingers into my quivering hole.
“You like that?” Hunter asks, pulling my hair until it hurts and thrusting with a new, more vicious force. “You like being used like a slut?”
That’s what does it. That word. That, and the way they’re using me, because yes, I do like it. More than I should. My body responds to his voice, the tightness and heat deep inside finally exploding. I cry out, but my mouth is full, so all I can do is let out a muffled groan as my muscles clench around Ryker’s brutal, thrusting fingers.
“I think she does like it.” Ryker chuckles, fucking me harder with his fingers while using his thumb to torture my clit. I can’t stand it. I can’t take another second of it. They’ll kill me if they don’t stop. They’ll kill me if they do. “I think she wants us to take turns fucking her holes before we come all over her.”
And what is this? I realize I’m pushing back against him, fucking his fingers while Hunter fucks my face. Ryker hooks them, rubbing my G spot, and during my second orgasm Hunter comes down my throat. I gasp for air when he withdraws his length from between my lips. “Goddamn, you’re good at that.” He yanks my head back. “I wonder what else you’re good at.”
“Enough foreplay.” Cock replaces fingers as Ryker pushes his way into me without warning. The first thrust drives me forward, rocking me hard enough to make me crash against Hunter.
“Don’t tire her out before I get my chance.” Hunter reaches down under me and cups my tits, kneading them, teasing the nipples.
Ryker only grunts in response. He’s too far gone now and won’t last long. I have to be the first woman he’s fucked in a long time, and I know without them telling me I’m tight down there. Soon, his grunts get louder, his thrusts lose their rhythm and he roars, pulling out just in time to spray hot cum across my back.
There’s no time to wonder what will happen next. He takes me by the hips and flips me onto my back without wiping his jizz off my skin. When our eyes meet, I see he isn’t satisfied. Not by a long shot.
Neither is Hunter, who’s already hard again by the time he walks around to the side of the bed closest to my legs. He picks them up at the ankle and holds them high, spread open for them to see everything. His breathing gets heavier, raspier, and in the blink of an eye he’s on his knees, delving into me with his tongue moments after Ryker was balls deep.
“She’s fucking tight, too.” Ryker announces this like it’s a badge of honor as he climbs up on the bed, kneeling beside me. Hunter only moans, his face buried between my thighs, sucking on my tender flesh until I arch my back and thrust my hips upward.
“You love this, don’t you?” Ryker strokes himself again, inches from my face. I can smell myself on him. “You wanna be used.”
Damn him, because I do. I hate the way he says it, like he’s laughing at me, but it’s not a lie.
Instead of pushing into my mouth the way I expect, he surprises me by straddling my chest. I watch as he spits between my tits, then pushes them together and slides his hardening length between them. The purple head peeks out, disappears, then pops out again.
“Lick it.” It’s not a request, and I stick out my tongue to lap at his head with each thrust. “Good girl.”
A rush of cool air touches my skin when Hunter lifts his head—but moments later he’s driving himself deep into me. “You’re right. She’s tight as fuck.” He pounds me with unforgiving thrusts that would make my tits bounce if Ryker wasn’t holding them.
A familiar tension builds with every thrust, with every slap of Hunter’s balls against my ass, with every swipe of my tongue over Ryker’s head. “Oh, God!” I manage between licks. “I’m going to—”
“That’s right. Come for me. Come on my cock.” Hunter holds my hips and pummels me like a jackhammer, and I’m lost, gone, spiraling out of control, sobbing out the most powerful orgasm of my life.
Ryker comes to a stop just outside my mouth. He holds my head still before spurting on my chin, my lips, my tongue. Hunter’s cum splashes my inner thigh while he lets out a strangled groan. “Fuck, yes…”
By the time I come to my senses, I’m covered in warm sticky cum and still trembling with aftershocks.
Hunter leaves and returns with a warm washcloth and is gentle as he wipes me clean—thigh, back, even my face. “That was fucking hot,” he murmurs, looking me in the eye as he cleans my chin.
I can only nod since really, what is there to say? It was hot. I came harder than I ever have.
That changes nothing, though. It doesn’t change the way Ryker clasps the cuff around my ankle and snaps it shut before collapsing next to me in bed with Hunter on the other side.
He’ll fuck me, but he can’t trust me.
That’s okay. The same goes double for me.