Page 61 of Don't Puck Up

V moaned, and Chris chuckled. “Are you verse at all? One of these days, I’d love to get all up inside you.”

“Fuck. For you, yes,” he groaned.

“You know what I love doing?” Chris went on taunting him. “I fucking love eating ass, softening up a hole until my cock will slide right in.”

V grunted, then punched his hips forward, leaving a sticky trail of precum against my hand. “Been so long,” he gasped. His body was vibrating with need, every muscle tensed as he held himself above us.

“This weekend,” Chris promised, and V moaned again. “But for now…” He left unspoken his offer for V to take over. He’d never led us astray before, always taking us to heights we’d never reached before, and I knew Chris wanted him to be in control.

“Roll onto your backs. Need to taste every inch of you,” V growled, that sexy rasp of his lighting me up. I trailed my fingertips up his back and gripped his shoulder, needing to feel his solid presence under my palm.

We did as he said, and V started with Chris, my husband’s breathing quickening as I heard V kiss and lick his way down Chris’s body. Chris’s cock was leaking, long and thick, and so hard. I felt V’s stubble against my hand as I worked Chris, but instead of sucking on his dick, V kissed a line across my stomach. I shivered under his touch, my hips seeking out friction against my clit as he dipped his tongue into my navel and tortured me with nips and licks up my belly to my breast.

When he finally licked my nipple, I cried out. The blindfold heightened everything. Every touch was intensified tenfold.

Electric shocks rocketed through me, and I arched up, pressing my body against his and threading my fingers into the short strands of hair at his nape. He hummed against my skin and sucked on my nipple. The pleasure/pain shot me to the edge of sanity, and I shouted out again, my pussy tightening as the need for their cocks drove me into oblivion.

He released me with a pop and licked across to my other breast, laving his tongue over my nipple and then sucking just below it. I knew I’d have a hickey there—hell, he could leave them all over my body for all I cared—I just didn’t want him to stop. It was everything and not enough all at the same time.

“Kam, I want you to straddle Chris. Need to taste you both.”

I waited until V had pulled out of my grasp, and then I climbed on top of Chris. My husband hissed as I lowered myself until our torsos were pressed together, my hands braced on either side of his head.

“Are you okay?” I asked, unsure why he’d gone rigid.

“Fuck. His mouth,” he gasped.

I reached back and felt V’s head bobbing over Chris’s cock.

He cried out and pumped his hips up, and V’s chuckle had him groaning. “Fucking tease,” Chris muttered.

“That’s for nearly derailing my plans. Do you know how hard it is to show any degree of self-restraint around the two of you?”

“It’s impossible,” I moaned, then gasped as he licked me from my clit to my core.

V moaned, palming my ass and spreading my cheeks wider. Chris grasped my face and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue mimicking what Vwas doing to my pussy. They licked me and flicked their tongues until I was a writhing, quivering mess.

V dragged me down Chris’s body until his cock was pressed against my entrance. “No fucking. Not yet,” V directed.

I held myself up, Chris’s cockhead stretching my entrance. One thrust, and he’d be buried inside me, but V wasn’t done yet.

I didn’t expect the slap on my ass, and the hard thwack jolted me forward. “Perfect fucking wobble. I love your arse, Kam.”

Then V’s mouth was at my pussy, licking Chris’s cockhead and my opening at the same time. Chris moaned, and as cool, slippery fingers brushed over my pussy, I clenched tight. I hadn’t even heard V open the lube, but that’s what the slick was.

“God, yes,” I moaned. “Want you both inside me tonight.”

V didn’t hesitate, working his fingers into my pussy, stretching me all the while licking and sucking where Chris’s cockhead was pressed against my clit.

“Please,” I begged, desperate for more. I was so fucking empty. My whole body tingled, my orgasm building inside me already. I needed it. Another touch against my G-spot, and I’d shatter. Another finger inside me, and I’d lose my mind.

I ground my hips against Chris’s pubic bone, the friction on my clit exactly what I needed. V added another finger to my pussy, and I cried out, the stretch not enough. He scissored his fingers, opening me more, and I arched up, riding his hand.

“Fuck. More,” I demanded, out of my mind with lust.

He added another finger, and I screamed. My orgasm slammed into me like a tsunami cresting, the whitewash tossing me about like a rag doll. I was being maneuvered into place, Chris’s dick resting at my pussy once again. I braced myself on his shoulders and rocked my hips, riding the high but still needing more. He slammed up inside me, and I cried out, lost in a haze of ecstasy. My orgasm revived itself, his steely cock pumping inside me the exact stretch I’d needed.

I shivered, waiting for the head of V’s cock to breach me too. I sighed when the cool latex pressed against my pussy, nudging my core, and moaned when he pressed forward.