Page 51 of Crushing Clover

“Here, baby. You look like you need something to suck on.” Abruptly, Rush’s cock was in my face, and for a wild moment I thought he was levitating.

Instead, I realized he was sitting on a decrepit loading dock, that looked like it might fall apart at any moment.

It was an awkward height to blow him, but it might be workable, despite the poor ergonomics being a definite OSHA violation.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He made a sound like he was trying to coax an animal to take a treat, and I was so distracted, I took the head of his cock in my mouth and started to suck.

Jeez. Did he have me trained?

“Pull out for a sec,” Saint ordered.

“Who, me?” Lucky sounded incredulous.

“No, Mr. Dick-in-my-face.”

Rush pulled out of my mouth, and I glanced at Saint.

“Open her mouth for me.”

Rush grabbed my jaw and forced it open.

“Perfect.”

Without warning, Saint spat in my mouth.

I blinked at him in weirdly aroused mystification, but Rush took my still-parted lips as an invitation, and pushed his cock back in as Saint gave me a look of heated satisfaction.

Rush shoved in deep, choking me, and I grunted a muffled protest. All three of them groaned in appreciation.

Sadists. The lot of them.

I wanted to struggle, but I was afraid to move.

Unfortunately, they weren’t.

The dicks inside me started to move—in, out, in—the pattern far too practiced.

I didn’t like thinking about how many girls they must have done this with, but soon I wasn’t thinking of anything but how full I felt, and how helplessly trapped.

I regretted having eaten so much at the restaurant, because it felt like they were stirring my guts with two gigantic metal implements.

The cock fucking my mouth made it nearly impossible to puke, thank god.

Saint would kill me if I puked in his face.

“There,” Lucky whispered in my ear. “Is that finally enough cock for our filthy little slut?”

The sound I made wasn’t words, but apparently it was all the answer he was expecting.

“Fuck, she feels so damned good,” Saint said, but I wasn’t sure who he was talking to. I didn’t much care.

I did my best to suck Rush’s cock, but I alternated between choking on it and forgetting I was supposed to be doing something. Being used by all three of them at once always blew my mind, and doing it upright was even more intense.

“Now is the real race,” Rush said, sounding thoroughly entertained. “Will she be able to come before we do?”

Pulling back, I let his cock pop free of my mouth. It immediately smacked Saint in the face, leaving a glistening trail of my saliva on his cheek.

“Hey!” both Rush and Saint complained.

“I…won’t come,” I gasped uncertainly, feeling like they were hollowing me out.

“Who has a free hand?” Saint prompted.

Someone’s hand worked its way down between my stomach and Saint’s, not stopping until it had found where my clit was mashed against his body.

The extra stimulation right then made me feel like I was going to launch out of my skin like an over-ripe cartoon banana, but Rush jammed his dick back into my mouth before I could complain.

“Right there, she loves that,” Saint lied, the heartless amusement in his gaze telling me he knew better.

I wanted to grit my teeth at the sensation, but I didn’t hate Rush enough to bite his dick off so I could do the gritting.

All three of them were gasping and grunting, and the sounds of pleasure started turning me on. The finger on my clit and the too-much-cock went from excessive sensation to just right and had me rolling my hips and sucking Rush’s dick, trying my best to participate.

“Fuck. I can’t take much more,” Lucky said, slowing to a stop. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass, like he would go off any second.

Saint ignored his friend’s warning. The fingers on my clit vibrated, and I panted around Rush’s cock as he shunted in and out of my mouth, using it without much concern for me.

A terrible, nerve-buzzing orgasm was building inside me, making me want to tap out—but after all this?

I’d be damned if I safeworded now. Maybe I could stave off the orgasm?

Maybe I could keep myself together while they came?

It seemed safer for at least one of us to stay in control, so I could stop them if they got carried away and tried to relocate my spleen or something.

“Ugh—Saint. Fucking hell.” Behind me, Lucky tensed, as I felt his cock thicken and jerk deep inside me.

I expected Saint to laugh, but he stuttered to a stop, blinking slowly, like he was trying to control himself. Could he feel Lucky getting off?

He watched me, the shadowed alley making his dark eyes seem even darker. His mouth kicked up at one corner, and he slowly ran his tongue along the shaft of Rush’s dick, our faces touching as I continued to suck. My pussy fluttered around Saint’s cock—a deep internal shiver.

“Fuck!” Rush gasped. “Saint, you bastard.” His cock pulsed, and cum flooded into my mouth, filling it faster than I could swallow.

The mess that dribbled out didn’t deter Saint, and he licked the slickness from my chin.

He helped me clean off Rush’s cock, our tongues fighting over him until Rush pulled back, gasping and oversensitive.

I tried to tear my gaze away from Saint’s mouth, but his sinful grin brought me to the very brink of losing control.

He stirred his hips, and started to fuck me again, slow and hard.

Lucky was still lodged deep in my ass, his magic dick not flagging.

Surprisingly, the smooth slide of it felt good now.

And my clit—the hand rubbing it had gone, but the friction I was getting from being crushed against Saint was good.

“Tick, tick. You’re almost out of time.” His dark eyes were becoming unfocused, and I could feel his legs starting to tremble with the effort of staying upright. Lucky was helping, but they couldn’t hold me up forever.

His words threw me off, and I whimpered, so close...

“I have to come so fucking bad,” Saint whispered so low I wasn’t sure if the others could hear him. He moaned almost imperceptibly, and the sound vibrated against my ear, running along the nerve in my neck. Heat flooded through me.

He was trying to wait for me? Inconceivable.

I tipped my face and kissed him. He kissed me back hungrily, sliding his tongue along mine. Fuck—why was it so hot that he tasted like Rush?

The tension that twisted through me tightened, and I buried my fingers in the back of Saint’s hair, anchoring his mouth to mine.

He gasped into our kiss, and his eyes fluttered closed as my orgasm loomed, like a storm about to wreak havoc.

Pleasure hit, and all I could do was brace myself as my internal muscles locked down on his cock, and I clung to him with all my strength.

“Fuuuck,” Lucky said behind me. I could feel Rush doing something to him, but didn’t have time to look.

Saint’s cock felt like iron, and it pulsed deep inside me, and my pussy contracted around it, in a long, violent series of waves.

Lucky swore against the back of my hair, stilling, riding my orgasm the way Saint seemed to be.

I sobbed against Saint’s mouth, exhausted and spent. The aftershocks of my orgasm were almost as good as the main event. For guys who’d avoided letting me orgasm for so long in the beginning of our…situation, they seemed to enjoy giving them to me now.

Lucky kissed the back of my neck, then slowly pulled out, leaving me in Saint’s arms. Cum dripped out of my ass, and I grimaced at the sensation. Rush steadied me, and helped Saint lower me to my feet. My legs were boneless, and my pussy and ass felt raw and sore.

Rush tugged the ripped bodice of my dress back together, trying to cover my breasts. He ran his thumbs under my eyes, trying to do damage control on my makeup.

“You wouldn’t happen to have some tissues?” I asked in consternation.

“You’ll have to clench your holes until we get back to the truck,” Saint teased.

I was already clenching—damn him. It wasn’t as effective as he seemed to think.

Rush kissed my cheek. “Perfect girl.”

Saint grimaced, but he didn’t roll his eyes. Instead, he rumpled my hair. “I guess you’ll do.”

“Back at ya. You know, you almost got me off that time.” The words were out of my mouth before I had time to second-guess them. “Good job, buddy.”

I expected a scowl, but his lips twisted in self-satisfied amusement. “How about I’ll make it up to you. We’ll tie you to Lucky’s chair with a vibe for a few hours.”

“Saint, please. You know I was kidding.”

“Once we get home, you’ll find out whether or not I’m kidding, too.”

He wasn’t serious, was he?

If he was, maybe I was intrigued.

Rush swept me up in his arms and started walking back toward the truck. I decided not to mention the cum stains I had to be leaving on his shirt sleeve.