Page 30 of Don't Puck Up

My heart was pounding and my breath sawing in and out of my lungs. Waves of bliss rippled from my balls as they drew up tight, readying to unleash. My cock was oversensitive, Kamirah’s walls and Chris’s cock driving me wild.

My orgasm crashed through me like a dam breaking its banks, and I shouted out, pressing as deep as I could inside Kamirah’s welcoming hole. My entire body vibrated, my orgasm curling my toes with every pulse of cum that emptied from my balls.

Chris shouted out, and the throb of his cock against mine set me off again. My empty balls tried valiantly to shoot more into the condom I wore. I shivered, every nerve ending overstimulated but desperate for more.

Then Kamirah was tightening around us and crying out again incoherently. She fucked herself on our cocks, using Chris’s hips to lever herself up and down. She was desperate to prolong the ecstasy. I swiveled my hips, pressing deeper inside her as Chris’s dick continued to pulse against mine.

I slumped forward, hating that my mask was in the way. I wanted to kiss them both. I wanted to get completely naked and crawl under the sheets with them.

But I couldn’t. I was a fantasy to them. Nothing more.

I started to pull back, but Kamirah shot her arm out and wrapped it around my nape, holding me still.

“I fly out tomorrow,” I confessed, unsure why I’d chosen that moment to confess it.

“I don't want this to end,” she whispered, her voice hitching as she spoke.

“I wish I could extend my stay.” I’d tried to already, but I had engagements I couldn’t push back.

They were quiet, and I knew I’d overstayed my welcome this time around. I slid my hand from her arse to the base of my cock and held onto the condom as I eased out of her.

I couldn’t look at them. I knew what this was, and I’d gotten swept up in the fantasy, too, except instead of just enjoying the sex, I’d gone and fallen in lust with them.

I switched off my mask and turned away, my shoulders hunched as I eased the condom off and tied it.

Chris broke the silence when he cleared his throat. “Where do you live?”

I exhaled heavily. Could they possibly want what I did? The crazy thing was, if I had the chance, I’d give them anything. “Phoenix,” I lied, desperately trying not to reveal who I was. But I couldn’t walkaway, so I added, “But I work in LA. You?” I asked, knowing full well they were within driving distance from me.

“San Diego.” Kamirah hesitated a moment, then asked, “Maybe you can chase us down sometime?”

“Yeah, maybe.” I swallowed hard, and relief swamped me. God, I wanted that. It was dangerous to my sanity, and probably more to my heart, but I couldn’t help the smile that broke free at the possibility of seeing them again.

“How can we contact you?” Kamirah asked.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip, trying to slow the sudden rapid beat of my heart. This was actually happening. I inhaled slowly and moved just as slowly so that I didn’t give away my excitement. “Give me your cell.”

Kamirah dashed over to the table where her phone was sitting.

She moaned and pressed her thighs together. “I have cum running down my legs, and it’s the hottest fucking thing ever.”

My still exposed cock bucked, and Kam flicked her eyes down, then bit back a smile.

When she handed her cell to me, I entered my personal number and gave it back.

Chris slipped his arms around his wife’s waist, and she leaned back against him. “We’re going to contact you as soon as we’re home,” he said. “I really want you to message us back.”

“Me too,” Kamirah whispered.

I reached out and clasped Kamirah’s hand, interlacing our fingers. If I didn’t say it now, if I didn’t give them some indication of how deep I was getting myself into this, I would regret it. If my possessiveness scared them away, then it needed to happen now.

“You're mine now. Mine to chase. Mine to fuck. Mine to mark and own. Another man lays a hand on you, and I'll rip his dick off.”

I couldn’t believe the words that had come out of my mouth. I had no right to them. But I definitely wanted to have that right.

“Yes,” Chris hissed, and Kam squeezed my hand and tugged on my arm. I relented and stepped forward, then she guided my hand to her pussy. Their combined juices coated my fingers, and I rubbed her clit.

“Yours,” she moaned.