It’s something I never would have been able to imagine. Seeing is believing, etc., but I’ve been won over.
There’s no fucking way this is going to be a one-time experience.
I feel uncoordinated, unsure of whether to lift or sink down, torn between focusing on what’s going on in my pussy versus Asch’s hands on my breasts or Blaze’s hands on my hips. Either way, I’m breathing in their air, I’ve got an inferno around me, inside me, and I can’t possibly think straight.
Asch bottoms out inside of me, panting, and he nuzzles my neck as he leans in close to me. “You feel so fucking good,” he rasps. He kisses the point where my neck meets my shoulder, his teeth grazing my skin, then starts to pull back so he can thrust in again.
All the while, I’m left dependent on Blaze to fuck into me, and the two of them start to work together to fuck me together. One in, one out; they seem every bit as aware of my pleasure as their own, which should shock me but somehow doesn’t.
“How does it feel?” I ask. “Your cocks sliding against each other?”
Blaze huffs and bites my shoulder again. “Like a cock sliding against my cock.”
By the time this evening is over, I’m going to be covered in marks and bruises.
Too bad the weather is cooling down, or I’d be wearing the skimpiest shirts I could to show off all the marks.
As the two of them continue to fuck me, the banter recedes. We’re all too focused on the moment, on taking and giving, and the sounds of our gasps and groans fill the air instead of our words.
Asch kisses my shoulder blade, then starts to kiss and suck a hickey into my skin. He abandons that before long, though, and something must transpire between the two of them because they both pick up the pace.
Blaze’s hand snakes between us, and his fingers go to my still-sensitive clit.
“I want to feel you come with both of us inside you,” he growls, and he starts rubbing aggressively.
I clutch Blaze tighter, and I try to hold off just to extend the moment, but between their fucking and his expert fingers playing with my clit, I’mgone.
I scream as the pleasure slams into me, my vision going hazy and my pussy clenching around Blaze.
Asch grunts, sounding startled, and his fingers flex around my breasts as he squeezes them with a tighter grasp. “Just like that,” he says, breathing hard against my neck. Their thrusting becomes more erratic, and Asch is the first one to cry out, holding me painfully tightly as he bucks one last time into my ass before I feel the rush of heat inside of me.
I’m sweating and panting, but Blaze pulls me into a kiss, and his hips buck up one, two more times before he floods into me too, mere moments behind Asch. He doesn’t break the kiss until he’s done, all of our movements coming to a standstill.
I rest my head against Blaze’s shoulders and hum with contentment.
It takes about four breaths before I realize how uncomfortable I am.
“You two need to move,” I mumble. “And clean me up.”
Blaze groans. “I can’t move. I’m completely spent. Asch. You do it.”
Asch grumbles from behind me, and when he pulls out, I feel cum dripping out of me. It spills onto Blaze’s thighs.
“Give me a second,” Asch says, and I feel him settle heavily onto the bed. “Both of you are impatient assholes.”
I settle down more, Blaze’s cock still inside me. Normally I’d be glad to get a cock out—a guy’s kind of served his purpose by this point—but I find I don’t mind staying like this.
It takes a few minutes, but Asch finally gets up. He disappears into the bathroom, and I hear the water briefly running. He returns with a cloth in hand. “Can’t clean you up if he’s still inside you,” he points out. “Lie back, and I’ll take care of you.”
“Are you going to take care of Blaze, too?” I ask him.
Asch briefly goes still, then he shrugs. “If he wants me to.”
“Well, I’m not moving,” Blaze says with a yawn. “Christ, Pandora, where do you get so much energy?”
I slide off Blaze reluctantly, but I stay close enough to cuddle. “It was the good food, obviously.”
“Obviously,” Asch echoes. He shakes his head, and he reaches down to part my legs. The damp cloth is still warm, and he carefully wipes my pussy clean before doing the same around my ass. “You’re still going to be dripping. Too bad you don’t have any underwear. You’ll have to hold it in.” He sounds positively satisfied with himself.
