Page 82 of Sweet as Puck

A sheen of sweat broke out over my skin.

My legs shook.

Alec moaned, and the vibration set off a chain reaction of ecstasy throbbing through me in time with Alec’s thrusts. I cried out, my toes curling as I shattered in their arms.

“Good boy giving our pretty girl what she needs,” Monroe praised and sank his finger inside Alec.

Alec cried out and pushed back, riding him. Watching them together was incendiary. These two men, gorgeous and so different, were so obviously turned on by what was happening. Monroe’s balls were drawn up tight, his shaft thick and as hard as nails. He dripped precum onto the comforter and I reached up, swiping the liquid from his tip. I wanted every drop. I brought my finger to my lips and licked it, my eyes rolling back at his taste.

Alec groaned and rocked back and forth, riding Monroe’s finger. His body was begging for more, his breaths choppy and his hips canted high.

We were daisy chained together, all of us connected. Alec teased me with another finger, but my core muscles were stillclenching. The moment they released, relaxing enough for him to penetrate me, he slid another finger in.

My first orgasm hadn’t taken the edge off. I needed more. I needed it again and again. I rolled my nipples between my fingers and spread my legs wider, inviting Alec deeper. He scissored his fingers inside me. The pressure against my inner walls was a delicious stretch.

He rubbed his stubbled chin on my clit, and I saw stars.

He sucked me into his mouth and brushed his teeth over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I moaned.

He rubbed my G-spot, and my hips thrust up off the bed without any conscious thought on my part.

Alec worked me harder, overwhelming me with sensation. He was everywhere at once, his mouth and his hands all over me. I hadn’t even come down from the first orgasm and a second one was already building.

Oh God.

Monroe worked another finger inside him, and Alec pulled back, resting his head on my thigh as his body stretched to accommodate Monroe’s intrusion.

Alec went on like he had been, pouring his everything into making me come again and again. Every time I fell apart at the seams, he shouted out, his body going rigid before he relaxed again. I wasn’t sure what Monroe was doing to him, but Alec was going out of his mind, and I was reaping the rewards.

My legs were like jelly, my sweaty hair was plastered to my forehead, and my heart was beating like crazy when Alec pulled his mouth away from me. “I need you,” he moaned. His cock was glistening and red, precum beading at the tip.

I drew my shaking legs to my chest, and Alec surged forward. He fell to his elbows over me and lined himself up. He lifted his gaze to mine and pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth in a tease of a kiss.

Then his eyes rolled back, and he went rigid. “Roe,” he gasped. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop. Fuck, I can barely see straight as it is.”

Monroe hummed, his bottom lip trapped firmly between his teeth as he looked between me and where he had his fingers buried inside Alec. Monroe snuck his tongue out to wet his swollen lip, and I wanted to suck on it.

“Get inside our girl, Alec. Make her come again. Get her all nice and wet for me. I want your spunk to be my lube,” Monroe growled, his voice like a spell hypnotizing us.

Alec shook his head and gasped. “Want you inside me when I come. Need you to split me open and fuck me so I can feel you for days.”

I moaned and reached for Alec, wrapping my legs around his waist and trying to haul him closer. He came without argument, guiding his shaft inside me. The stretch was delicious. The throb in my kitty was sublime as he rocked forward slowly, his erection hitting me just right. He bottomed out in one long thrust. Then he stopped and breathed, his face a mask of concentration.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, and his shaft pulsed inside me. He withdrew, riding Monroe’s fingers before he slammed inside me again. My body jiggled from the movement, and Monroe moaned. The sounds we made were like an illicit symphony, all sex and want, and I loved it.

Alec pressed his weight against me and rolled his hips, grinding against my clit and G-spot at the same time. Sensation exploded through me, and I gasped, arching my back and rubbing my breasts against his smooth chest. We were sweat slicked and wet, and all I could focus on was the stretch of Alec’s hard shaft inside me.

“Fuck,” Alec hissed. “So close.”

He was on the edge, holding back his orgasm through sheer force of will. Alec braced his weight on one arm and slid his hand between us, thumbing my clit.

He pressed down, and I screamed, shattering in his hold.

Then Monroe was there, easing Alec out of me despite what he’d said about Alec coming inside me. Alec was still hard, his dick red and engorged, the vein on his underside pulsing. His balls were drawn up tight and precum dribbled from his tip in a steady stream. He collapsed to the side. He reached out to palm my mound, sliding his fingers through my wet folds.

I shivered and watched in awe as Monroe slicked up his cock with more lube. He asked, “Are you ready for me, Cara? Think you’re stretched enough?”

“God, yes,” I breathed, still not satiated.