Beck stretched my arms above my head, and I sucked in a breath when I felt the silky steel hardness of his shaft push into my palm. He grunted when I instinctively closed my hands around his length and squeezed. Thick and just as long as Sawyer, the weight of his dick was heavy in my hands.
“You just got even wetter, Win. You’re dripping. You like this, don’t you? You want more?” Sawyer ran his hands down to my thighs and unlocked my legs from behind his back to lift them into the air and hold them up while he drove into me. The sensation of being out of control was overwhelming, and the spot he hit from the new angle was somehow even better. His thighs slapped against mine and the sounds our bodies made were lewd.
Jack took his thumb, wet from my mouth, and focused his attention on my clit. He turned my face to his and kissed my open, gasping mouth. Sucking my lower lip into his mouth, he gently bit it before letting it drag free of his teeth. His hand skated over my throat, stroking my neck with his rough palms until I squirmed. Kissing him back was like a fight, one I knew he would win, and I looked forward to it. There was a roughness to it that I’d never experienced before, but it was like a drug. I already wanted more.
Beck gripped my hands in one of his and stroked my hands up and down his shaft. When Sawyer’s hand struck the underside of my thigh and filled the room with a loudclap, Beck stopped moving, waiting to see what was going to happen.
Jack pulled back and looked down at me, taking in my expression. What he saw must’ve made my feelings clear, because he worked his thumb faster over my clit and kissed me deeper.
Sawyer slapped my thighs again and drove into me faster. “Jesus. I’m not going to last much longer. Too good.”
Jack broke our kiss and looked down at where I was being taken by Sawyer. “Make him come, baby. The second he’s done, I’m bending you over this desk and I’m fucking you hard.”
Beck stepped away from my hands, swearing. “You’re so beautiful spread out like this for us, Win. Too beautiful. I almost just came like a teenager, all over your hair.”
Sawyer spread my legs in the air, and seeing his thick shaft pumping in and out of my body, covered in my wetness, while Jack worked my clit, was too much. Like a bolt of lightning striking my body, my orgasm bolted through me, stiffening my muscles and pulsing straight to my core. My walls tightened around Sawyer, and when Jack bit down on my nipple, I let out a scream that pierced through the room and probably carried much farther. I went limp as pleasure flowed over me, washing away everything except the spots where they touched me.
With a shout, Sawyer came hard while buried deep inside me. I felt the hotness of his seed filling me and moaned. He thrust deep until he finally stumbled away, his eyes instantly on the spot where we’d just been joined. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”
Jack, true to his word, lifted me like I was nothing more than a feather and bent me over the side of the desk. His hands gripped my ass hard, pulling my cheeks apart and then shoving them together. The sounds of pleasure he made were intoxicating. Reaching down, he gripped my leg and brought my knee up to rest on the edge of the desk. With my core completely exposed, he slid his fingers over my clit and then through the fluids leaking from me before rubbing it over my ass.
I gasped and jerked my head up at the sensation, but when I saw Beck standing in front of me with his angry looking erection waiting, I lost track of what I’d been about to do. I’d never liked giving blow jobs or been especially good at them, but looking at Beck, I wanted to rock his world. I wanted to leave my mark. I licked my lips and met his gaze, inviting him closer even as Jack pushed the head of his dick against my sex.
Beck moved closer as Jack teased my clit with his shaft. My arms were trapped under my body, so I just had to wait for them to do what they wanted. I couldn’t help the way my hips wiggled in anticipation. Even after the strongest orgasm I’d ever had, I wanted more. Sensing my need, Jack shifted to my core while Sawyer pressed the tip of his dick against my lips. They both pressed forward at the same time, and I tensed with the need to do something. I wanted to touch them.
Jack felt even bigger than Sawyer at that angle, and I moaned helplessly around Beck’s thick length. He growled and gathered my hair into a ponytail at the back of my head so he could watch me. His expression was pure animal as he did, his eyes so heated that he could’ve started a fire. Sliding his length deeper into my mouth, he studied every part of my face. I stroked the underside of him with my tongue, twisting and twirling it around him, and then swallowed, doing everything I could think of to make it good for him.
Jack ran his hands up my back and gripped my shoulders as his thighs met mine. His growl of approval sent chills up my spine, and when he pressed an open-mouthed kiss over the center of my back, I moaned even louder. “You feel like fucking heaven around me, baby. Your pussy feels like it was made for me. So tight and hot.”
Beck stroked his finger over my jaw. “This mouth is perfect. She’s a sweet little kitten in her sweet little dress, but it should be illegal to hide this body and this desire. Are you always this turned on, Win?”
I shook my head as much as possible. I was never turned on like I was in that moment. I never craved sex. It wasthem, somehow.
Beck seemed to understand that without me needing to use words. “So, it’s just us? I like that.” He pulled back until he popped free of my mouth, then he leaned down to kiss me. Hard and deep, he kissed me until I was gasping for breath and still begging for more.
“Please.Please.”
Jack shifted back and then slammed forward, growling as he listened to the grunt I made. Beck stepped back and watched as Jack moved hard and fast, driving into me and forcing noises from my mouth that were far from sweet. I grunted and screamed through his thrusts, letting him ride me hard. When his hand landed on my ass with a sharp smack, a smaller orgasm shook me to the roots of my hair as he fucked me through it.
Beck swore wildly and thrust himself back into my mouth, sliding deeper than before, when Jack’s hammering thrust jarred me forward. I gagged slightly, but when Beck tried to pull out, I sucked hard. I wanted them both. I needed them both. All of them.
“I’m never going to fucking last.” Jack ran the tip of his finger over my ass and growled as he gripped the nape of my neck. “This will be mine one day.”
I shuddered, equally turned on and scared of the idea. When Jack reached under me to rub my clit, the shudder turned into something bigger, hotter. What built inside me felt like too much, like I wouldn’t survive it. His next thrust ripped a scream from deep in my body, one that pushed Beck’s shaft free and had me pressing my forehead to the wood desk.
“Fuck!” Jack gripped my ass hard and froze as his length pulsed his seed deep. He still stroked my clit, his fingers moving fast and pressing just over my clit in a spot that nearly had my eyes crossing. Even as he groaned out my name, he was pulling out and falling onto the desk next to me as Beck moved into place quickly.
Beck’s fingers moved to replace Jack’s as he slid himself deep in one thrust. Pulling my leg down, he pressed my thighs together and then pumped into me in short, fast strokes that hit that magical spot. He gripped my hair in his free hand and pulled my upper body up and against his. Pressing his mouth against my neck, he growled, his beard rough on my sensitive skin.
I shattered. With Sawyer and Jack hovering over the desk, watching with heated expressions, Beck finished what they’d started and built up. I broke apart, coming so hard I couldn’t catch my breath. I felt my body burn and my muscles strain, even as a white-hot river of pleasure tore through me. I clenched so tight that I felt Beck wince, but then he was coming with me, filling me.
The pressure built until I let out a silent scream and a wave of liquid forced itself out of me, soaking my legs and Beck. Beck’s responding shout and pump of his hips finished whatever was happening to me. I sucked in a lungful of air and fell forward on the desk, my body shaking violently as I experienced the orgasm to end all orgasms. Feeling all their hands stroking my hair and back, my ass and thighs, I greedily gulped mouthfuls of air and tried to come back down to earth. It wasn’t easy.
After some time had passed and I could speak through my sore throat, I pressed my forehead into the table and groaned. “I think I peed on you.”
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Winnie