“Don’t let Rye have all the fun. Let me touch you, Court.”
I wrap my fingers around his length, his grunt of pleasure acknowledging how good it feels. And Christ on a Ritz cracker, he does feel good. Hard massive bulge, the dark skin of his flesh straining tight, the darker ridge of his head leaking with excitement.
Stroking him roughly, I use my thumb to caress the bulging vein that pulses in my grasp, then swipe across the tip where the liquid pools.
“Just like that, darlin’,” he pants gruffly, thrusting into my grip for more. I use the pre-cum to lubricate my strokes.
Rye’s fingers sift through my folds, parting me open as his tongue dips into my entrance, the thumb of his other hand flicking over my sensitive bundle of nerves. And just like that, it’s all over but the crying.
My hips and ass fly from the bed, Rye grunting out a curse as he clamps down on my clit and sucks so hard, I’m arching into my orgasm, which rips me apart in a sudden explosion of sensation. I cry out in a high-pitched keen.
“That’s it, darlin’, give it to us. Give it all to us.”
I fall back to the bed, my limbs weak and limp, the orgasm still sending aftershocks of pleasure everywhere, my breasts heavy and weighty. Court must sense this, as he squeezes my breast, running a blunt thumb nail over the peak of my nipple, and then bends to suck it inside his mouth.
With eyes closed, I hear the rip of a condom package, and Court pulls out of my grasp. They move on the bed, and when I open again, I note that Rye is sheathed and he lies next to me, caressing my body, which feels amazing. He whispers in my ear, “You came so beautifully, Shae. I want to make you do that again with my cock.”
I flop my head to the side to give him a lazy, orgasm-induced grin. “Yeah, me too.”
Court doesn’t have a condom on yet, but kneels next to me, leisurely stroking himself again.
“We’ve already discussed this, but it’s your decision. Rye’s going to fuck you first and I want to fuck your mouth.”
I nod my consent, pushing myself up on my elbow, batting Court’s hand away, and wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock.
“That’s our girl,” Rye says, moving behind me and flipping me onto my hands and knees, as I pause my blow job so Court can move into better alignment. Rye grabs my heels, tugs me toward the end of the bed, and wastes no time when he slams inside.
“Oh fuck, man. She’s so tight, brother.”
Tipping my head up, I see the smile etched on Court’s face and then he guides his cock back to my mouth.
It all happens in a whir and rhythm of sexual desire. The feel of Rye’s dick hitting me deep inside, his fingers digging into my hips, holding me in position for every thrust and retreat of his cock.
With my mouth filled with every bit of Court, I hum in happy harmony whenever he hits the back of my throat and grunts out his appreciation.
It doesn’t take long before I can feel the tightening of Court’s thighs, as his breathing becomes more ragged. “Shae, baby, I’m gonna come. Pull off if you don’t want my cum inside your mouth.”
Mmm, but I do. I want all of him. Every last drop.
My breasts bounce freely as I’m jostled with each slam of Rye’s cock inside my body, and the telltale signs of another orgasm begin to well up low in my core. Court grabs my hair tightly into his fist, jamming inside me until I begin to feel his thick release hot on my tongue. I swallow him down as he bellows out his pleasure.
“Fuck, yes. Take it all, baby.”
As if that’s his cue, Rye growls huskily, lowering his chest over my back, slipping his hand between my legs and finding my clit.
“Come with me, darlin’. I want to feel you clench around me when you come on my cock.”
His finger swirls around my clit, once, twice, and then he bottoms out inside me, hitting a spot that sends me to the moon, as we both release in tandem together.
I drop to my stomach in pure, unbelievably sweet exhaustion, as Rye pulls out, heading to the bathroom to clean up. Court lays down next to me, gently sweeping a hand down my spine, over the curve of my ass and then back up again.
It’s enough to lull me into sleep.
7
The scent of the dark rich aroma of coffee brings me out of my dream and back into reality. I’m alone in the bed and feel a strange sadness over this fact.
What I shared last night with Rye and Court was something special to me, but probably means nothing to them. In fact, it’s entirely possible it was just a one-time thing. That thought has tears welling in the corners of my eyes at a loss that can’t be explained.
