“Want to stop?” he asked, but I shook my head, consumed by the joy of having these guys as mine.
They were mine. They were really mine.
“Don’t stop,” I said. “I never want you to stop.”
Slowly we moved, slowly they fucked me, alternating strokes, one in one out, until I loosened, until I stretched enough to squirm, wanting more. They changed their timing, matching thrusts, grunting as one and fucking me deep, two big dicks inside me.
“Fuck,” Rick said. He kissed Carl’s mouth over my shoulder. “I can feel you,” he said. “Your cock feels so fucking good, Carl. So fucking good.”
I could feel them thrusting, could feel Rick’s piercings as he pressed tight against Carl’s cock.
“Harder,” I said. “Fuck me harder!”
They fucked me harder. They fucked me rough. Slamming into my holes as they grunted and jerked and worked me into a quivering mess.
Carl braced himself against the wall, and Rick slammed in, and it really hurt, but it was a perfect hurt. I could feel the pressure in my belly building, nerves tense and achy, the need for release backing up in me. It was coming.Iwas coming.
I let out quick moans, levered myself up and down, over and over until the guys started grunting, their balls slapping wetly together. And it was fucking heaven.
“Fuck,” Carl said. “You’re so fucking tight, Katie, perfectly fucking tight.”
“Gonna come,” Rick groaned. “Need to fucking come.”
“Do it,” I hissed. “I want to feel you.”
I was crying out as they came, lost to the pleasure as they jerked and grunted and dumped their loads inside me. I stilled, my arms around Carl’s shoulders, catching my breath as they caught theirs.
I let out a groan as Rick pulled out, and my ass felt empty and sore. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and self-consciousness ate me up.
“Fuck,” he said. “That’s fucking beautiful.” He pushed his fingers inside and they went in so easily.
I groaned again as Carl lifted me from his dick. He kissed my lips, then lowered me, and my legs felt weak and bandy as I took my own weight.
He reached another bottle from the rack, and he smiled.
“Body wash this time,” he said, and lathered me up.
It felt like bliss.
One hot shower, two hot guys. I soaped them, and they soaped me, and then they soaped each other for good measure. I giggled as they washed my hair, too many suds, far too close to my eyes, but it didn’t matter. None of it mattered.
Finally, they held me, and held each other, and I breathed in the comfort of the moment. Three bodies skin to skin, breath to breath.
I loved these guys.
I loved this place.
I was home.
I sipped my cocktail, peering out of our booth at the empty dancefloor.
“Dance?” Rick asked. “Just say the word and we’ll hit the floor.”
I shook my head. “Later.”
Carl pressed closer to my side. “Whenever you want. It’s your celebration.” He clinked my glass. “To Katie’s excellent success.”
“To Katie acing the fuck out of sales,” Rick added, and clinked my glass, too.