Page 134 of Taking Turns

Our eyes are locked together. Black makeup runs down her face. Her hands press against Quin’s thighs, desperate for distance.

“Do you trust me?” I ask.

Chella nods and we all let go. She falls backwards, her hands reaching back to slap the cold, hard marble, and she sucks in long breaths of air.

“Stand up,” I say. Bric grabs her hair and pulls. Not as hard as he usually would. He’s being very gentle with her tonight. When he’s really into the domination stuff, he’s ruthless.

This is him playing nice for my sake.

“More?” I ask her

“Yes,” she says, wiping her mouth.

Quin slaps her hand away and says, “Leave it. We like it wet, Chella.”

She looks at him—and I guarantee, she will never see him the same again. I know how sweet Quin can be when he’s alone with them. But I’m also very familiar with how he likes the quad to go.

Chella nods at him, then her eyes seek out mine.

“Do you want them to fuck you?” I ask. “Right now? At the same time?”

She nods.

“Speak,” Bric says.

“Yes,” she says, looking at Bric for a panicked moment. “Yes.”

Quin sits down on the couch, slapping his thigh. “Right here, Chella. Sit on my lap and face Bric.”

She inhales, but immediately spreads her legs and begins to position herself on top of Quin so she’s facing Bric.

He looks down at her like he wants to eat her for dessert.

I ease in closer, my hand on her spread-open pussy. Rubbing, stroking it until she’s looking at me, her mouth open in a little o shape, nothing but moans and whimpers coming out.

Bric pulls some lube out of his suit pocket and squeezes some onto the tips of his fingers. He pushes past my hand and spreads it all over her asshole.

“You like it in the ass, right, Chella?” he asks.

Chella is so consumed with what I’m doing to her pussy, she doesn’t answer.

But Bric slaps her tit, making her gasp, and she finds his face like she’s supposed to. “Answer me,” he demands.

“Yes,” she squeaks out.

“Good,” Bric says, rubbing it all over her asshole. “Because Quin is going to fuck it right now.”

I reach down and grab Quin’s cock. He leans back into the couch cushions, his arms tightly gripping her stomach. He’s hard, and thick, and that little curve in his shaft will drive her crazy once he’s inside her. I press it against her asshole, Quin’s hips helping me position him. And then he thrusts.

Chella screams.

I let go of Quin and lean over her body, my mouth finding her lips. I kiss her as Quin continues on his own. She’s breathing so hard, she can’t even kiss me back. But it doesn’t matter. The only part that matters is that we love what’s happening right now. So I keep kissing her. “You’re beautiful, Chella,” I say. “Relax. Let him take over. Let him take control and just enjoy it.”

It takes almost a minute of this for her to give in. But once she does, Quin’s cock slips right inside her asshole and she falls back on to his chest, gasping for more air than she can draw in at once.

Bric’s knees come down on the couch on either side of one of Quin’s thighs and he starts playing with her tits, my hand on his cock as I rub it back and forth across her pussy to stimulate her clit. Her whole body clenches up and clear, thin liquid begins to spray out.

Bric says, “Holy fuck.” And then he swats my hand away and places himself at her entrance, trying to get inside her. Desperate to get inside her with Quin.