“Oh. Fuck. Fucking yes.” She pushes back, taking more of me, and her inner walls squeeze me tight.
I keep moving my fingers on her clit. “You got this. You can take me, Dani, I know you can. Just a little bit more.”
She rocks carefully forward and back. I let her do the work so she can take me at her own comfort level. Soon, I’m in all the way and her inner walls are fluttering over me, squeezing as pleasure ripples through her.
“You feel amazing.” I stroke out, then back in again.
“So do you.” She lowers her head to Edmund’s cock, sucking him into her mouth.
He groans and grips her two braids, subtly directing her. “I knew you’d be a good little princess for us. Look how you take us both so well.”
The sounds of the city below are the background music to Dani’s moans and Edmund’s and my encouragement. My orgasm is building with every pump of my hips. I splay my free hand over her ass, tempted to finger her asshole. Another time. She’s stuffed full enough as it is. I keep my other hand moving at her clit, experimenting with the angle, pressure, and speed. Soon, her moaning gets louder. More insistent. Greedy.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Edmund asks. “I hope you come soon. I want to hear how you scream around my cock.”
“She likes your dirty talk,” I tell him. “You should feel how she just clamped down on me. Going to come for us, little girl? I can’t wait to feel your little cunt spasming on my dick while I fill you up.”
Suddenly, she goes rigid, crying out around Edmund’s length, her pussy gripping me tight, so fucking tight. I can’t hold back my release, either, and I spill into the condom.
Edmund’s hips thrust up with his orgasm. “Fuck, fuck.”
I wait until Dani’s done rocking back against me, then ease out of her pussy. She pulls off of Edmund at the same time. She looks from him, to me. “Wow.”
“Do you still hate us?” I ask.
Her lips twist in a rueful grin. “I can’t wait to hate you again.”
Danica
I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I fucking love every second of this sex-fest. I’m achy in the very best way. This is the dirtiest, most adventurous sex I’ve had. Two guys, out on a balcony in the open air? Scandalous. Yet at every moment I’ve felt completely taken care of and respected. Even when they’re spouting filthy words with their filthy mouths.
“All right, then, princess. Hate us again.” Edmund’s green eyes are playful. He slides his free hand up between my breasts and lightly rests it against my throat.
It should be sexy.
But this isn’t right. A hand on my throat. Choking.
I freeze against Troy. No. No, I can’t breathe. Am I in the pool again? I’m suffocating. Sinking. Lapping water sounds in the background, and everything is muddy, dank, dirty.
Death.
Where is the air? I’m breathing in water—it’s filling my mouth, my throat, my lungs.
But then there is air, but my throat is closed. I can’t get to it.
I claw at the ground, my fingernails tearing, my limbs rigid, reaching. Help. Help. I lash out, but it’s no use. I can’t breathe. Nothing helps. No one will save me. I can’t escape.
“Dani. Dani!” Edmund and Troy are both saying my name. Panic laces their voices.
They’re going to hurt me. I strike out again. Clip Edmund in the jaw. I don’t really want to hurt him.
It’s Edmund and Troy. I’m okay. I’m on the deck. Edmund’s pool—that’s the water I’m hearing. There’s no dirt or mud. The deck is firm. I’m not sinking.
I open my eyes. Their faces glow blue-green in the pool lights. They look terrified, like I feel.
Edmund’s hands hover over my shoulders. Troy looks like he’s about to haul me into his arms and carry me to safety.
“I’m fine—I—” I gasp and roll to my side, sucking in breath after breath.
