Page 62 of Pucking Around

I shuffle my feet wider as he puts pressure on my back, bending me forward a bit. The angle brings me that much closer to Caleb’s face.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jake says, reaching between my legs to sink his fingers into me. I know what he’s doing—he’s using my wetness to lube his cock. I’m so ready to go again. I want this man inside me. I want Caleb to watch. “God, you make we wild, baby,” he pants.

“Stop talking and do it,” Caleb growls, his eyes still on me.

“You want me to stop talking too?” I tease. “Why don’t you put my mouth to work.”

“Don’t mouth off, and you’ll get exactly what you want,” he replies, his eyes molten.

“Hold still,” Jake pants. “Fuck—baby—” He’s got his hand and his dick between my legs, his tip rubbing at my entrance, before I spread a bit more and he’s able to notch in.

I gasp, sinking down on his tip. “Oh, right there—”

“Fuck—hold still—” Jake slips his hand out, bending his knees, and then he’s lifting up and in at once, impaling me on his cock. The fullness slams through me, lifting me up on my toes. I cry out, biting my lip to swallow the sound, my nails digging into Caleb’s shoulders. Behind me, Jake shudders, both hands on my hips as he starts moving, rocking into me.

Feeling him around me and in me, I can’t help the swell of emotion in my chest. My Mystery Boy. My Jake. Oh god, he’smine. I ride the spiraling of my next orgasm, feeling the flood of heat course through my body. “Oh, please,” I’m saying again and again. I’m begging, but I don’t know for what.

Then Jake’s hand is in my hair, tightening to a fist as he jerks my head back, bending my neck. I cry out, back arching as he pounds into me. I’m going to come. I can’t hold it off.

“Please, Cay,” Jake pants behind me, his hips slapping against my ass as he fucks me so good. I love being between them. I just wish—

“Suck my cock, Hurricane.”

Dead.

My second orgasm shatters me as Jake grunts out his approval, shifting back even as he pushes down on my head, his hand still twisted in my hair. He wants this too. He wants to see me on Caleb. He wants us all in. I love the way he dominates me, even as he submits to Caleb, bending me forward until I’m able to wrap my eager mouth around Caleb’s tip.

Holding Caleb by the hips, I sink my hot mouth around his shaft, taking him deep. The metal of each piercing clicks over my bottom teeth as I swallow him, sucking him until he’s crying out.

My pussy strangles Jake’s cock as I suck on Caleb, loving this feeling of fullness. Caleb’s tart cum coats my tongue and I know he’s at the edge of release. I slip my hand inside his pants, cupping his balls.

“Fuck—shit—” He jerks on the belt, his hands coming free. Then he’s dropping them to my head, the belt still wrapped around his tatted wrist. He buries his fingers in my hair, taking over for Jake. He gags me on his cock, tapping the back of my throat as I choke, loving every second. The shelf behind him rattles as his hips hit it. The barbells of his piercings roll over my tongue. I can only imagine what they’d feel like in my pussy.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna—” Jake pants from behind me.

I moan in approval around Caleb’s dick, giving them both my consent. We’re not stopping until we’ve all chased our release. I want them undone.

“Fuck—you’re so tight—so goddamn perfect—” Jake slams his hips against mine twice more and then he’s crying out, his warm release filling me.

I suck on Caleb and he lets loose too, his cum filling my mouth. I swallow him down, pulling back to gasp for air. Just when I think I’m shattered beyond repair, Jake snakes his hand around and flicks at my clit, setting off one last little shuddering tremor of release. It’s an echo of my other orgasms, an aftershock, an unraveling.

I slump forward, my forehead pressed against Caleb’s abdomen. Behind me, Jake works his way out from between my legs. The emptiness I feel leaves me both hollow and full. It’s such a strange sensation. I have Caleb’s taste in my mouth, Jake’s cum between my legs. I love it. There’s nothing that compares to the feeling of being used by two men at once.

My adrenaline is cooling, my blood going from fire to ice. I shiver, all my limbs suddenly boneless.Thisis the feeling I crave almost as much as the orgasm. This feeling of being hollowed out and filled up in one. It doesn’t last long. I need to savor every second.

Caleb lifts me gently under the arms, holding my weight, wrapping me in his embrace. It feels strange to be naked while they’re both fully clothed. The next time we do this, I want them both stripped bare. They’re too gorgeous to hide all that perfect skin away from me.

Jake drops to one knee, shimmying my jumpsuit up my legs, covering me. When it gets to my hips, he zips me up.

“Come on,” Caleb murmurs, lifting me away until I’m swaying on my feet. He gives me an appraising look before he lifts both his hands brushing his thumbs lightly under my eyes. I can only imagine what I must look like—my hair tousled from their hands, my makeup streaked with tears from choking on his cock. But I don’t care. He’s looking at me like I’m his reason, and in this moment, I want to be.

The sound of the club crescendos again beyond the door. The very walls hum with it. Loud voices in the hall. Thumping bass music I feel in my chest.

I’m losing it. That feeling of emptiness.

Behind me, Jake carefully flips the pieces of my halter top up, moving my hair so he can hook the straps. My clothes feel like armor. They also represent reality setting in. I’m alone with one of my players and the equipment manager in the storage room of a busy club. We just fucked. All three of us.Together. My resolve to keep Jake at bay lasted all of a month.

Oh god, this is hopeless.