I met his eyes and I begged him for more, begged him for harder, begged himto fuck my fucking ass, and I didn’t care how dirty it felt, I wanted it all.
My eyes widened as Carl appeared behind the both of us. I caught sight of him in the mirror and so did Rick, and Rick jolted in shock as Carl pushed him forwards.
Rick’s weight pushed down on me, and it felt good. His chest pressed against my back, and he moved from his hips, circling and grinding while I groaned under him. I watched Carl’s eyes as he tugged at Rick’s jeans. I felt them come down, the denim rough against my bare thighs.
“Fuck,” Rick hissed, right in my ear.
Carl picked up the olive oil, and he dribbled it from high. Rick kept fucking, kept pumping me, but he was groaning.
“Yes,” he grunted. “Fuck me, Carl. Fuck my ass.”
I saw Carl’s arm pistoning, and Rick cried out, his body tense against my back, and he went still, his cock deep in my ass, and Christ it was heaven.
Carl shifted position, tipping his head back as he pressed upagainst Rick, and I felt the extra weight, the extra pressure.
It felt amazing. It felt dirty and delicious to be pinned so tightly under two.
Rick cried out as Carl pushed inside, and I felt it, I felt his pain. His mouth was hot against my neck, his breath ragged. He clenched his teeth for the second push, and I felt that one, too.
And then Carl fucked Rick, hard and deep as he grunted and groaned. Hard and deep as his ballsslapped against Rick’s underneath him, and Rick’s balls slapped against me. I could hear it all.
Carl fucked Rick and Rick fucked me, and the image in the mirror was amazing.
And we all groaned and grunted and bucked and writhed and breathed in jagged breaths.
My God, it was everything.
Carl took Rick’s hair in one hand and mine in the other, and he met our eyes in the mirror.
He smiled a dirty smile, and Rick smiled one too, and I laughed, delirious, gritting my teeth and then begging for more.
Rick gave me more. He fucked himself hard on Carl’s dick as he fucked me, and his cock tightened, started twitching. I felt the strain in his breath.
“Gonna come,” he said. “I’m gonna come, Carl.”
Carl grunted.
“Fuck, Carl, I’m gonna fucking come!”
Carl’s hips slapped harder, faster. He closed his eyes.
“Come,” he groaned. “Now…”
And I felt them, I felt them both. Spasming and thrusting and losing their fucking mind. Carl emptied his balls into Rick as Rick emptied his into me, and it was beautiful.
It was so fucking beautiful.
A pile of heaving, hot bodies, and I was sweating and breathless, pinned to hard marble, but I never wanted them to move.
I didn’t want to be released.
Not now, not in six months.
Not ever.
“Relax,” I said. I reached over to the passenger seat and angled Katie’s back until her shoulders were mine for the grasping. She was tense, her muscles knotty under her suit jacket. She hunched as I worked my fingers, and then she exhaled, loosened up a little. “It’s your first calling week. It takes time to find your feet.”
“I just want to do well,” she said.