Page 96 of His Turn

She gags, backs off, and Jordan’s hand covers mine. My urging turns into his urging, turns into our urging.

“Yeah,” he says, still fucking her. And then he pulls out, jumps up on the desk next to me, and pushes the head of his cock at her mouth too. I withdraw just enough to give him room, and Nadia’s hands are on both of us now. Pushing us both into her mouth.

I watch, and then look up, my eyes closing, that’s how good this feels.

“See,” Jordan whispers.

I look at him through my heavy, half-open eyes. “See what?” I ask.

We’re all breathing heavy now. It’s nothing but porn. I almost wish we had a camera set up.

“We’re good at this, Bric,” Jordan says.

I look down at Nadia and find her smiling.

“It’s a good game, brother.”

“Yeah,” I say. “It is.”

“Fuck me,” Nadia says, bringing us back into the moment. “Fuck me,” she says again.

And even though Jordan and I both know she’s trying to take control of this game, we don’t care. He grabs her hands, pulls her up off the desk. I lie down on the hard wood, my legs dangling over the side, just in time for him to pick her up and set her on my lap, facing him. He reaches into his pocket, pulls something out, and tosses it to me.

Lube.

I grin at him and he grins back.

He’s no Quin, but he’s getting closer.

I flip the cap, squeeze the slick gel over Nadia’s ass as she lifts her hips up. A few seconds later she’s moaning loud as I enter her. She sits down, letting me fill her deep, and then Jordan is back, pushing her legs up to her face. I grab her ankles again, make her an offering, and he slides in.

“Fuck,” we both say at the same time.

This is why we do the threesomes. Double penetration is the most sensual feeling in the whole world. For us, and her. Jordan’s dick is sliding past mine as we fuck her, finding our own rhythms until his becomes mine, and we are in sync. I pull out as he pushes in. He pulls out as I push in.

Perfection.

“Choke me,” Nadia says, panting out the words. “Choke me,” she repeats. “Now.”

“Choke her,” I say, looking at Jordan’s slack face and heavy eyes. “She wants you to choke her.”

He growls as he reaches for her throat, his hand perfectly placed, his thumb and fingers squeezing the firm muscle of her jaw. She gasps because he’s squeezing tight, I can tell. But he’s doing it right and she won’t pass out.

She doesn’t want to pass out anyway. She just wants to come.

And we want her to come. Over and over again as we fuck her together.

I reach down between her legs and strum her clit, making her body writhe with pleasure, and then she stills. Goes stiff for half a second as her orgasm takes over.

And then Jordan lets go of her throat and she screams. Her pussy and ass contract at the same time, squeezing our cocks until Jordan and I are both moaning with her.

“Fuck, yeah,” I say, just as Jordan pulls her off me. He holds her tight and this is a move I know well. We’ve done it before. Downstairs in the Club. He’s watched me with Quin. He knows what to do.

I sit on the edge of the desk as Jordan fucks Nadia standing up. He’s holding her up with his palms spread wide across her ass cheeks. He kisses her as he places her in my lap. My dick sliding up against Jordan’s. And then we’re both inside her.

This time it feels way too good to hold back. Jordan comes first. His mouth finding mine as he kisses me. His hand in my hair again. Gripping me. Pulling me into him.

I kiss him back and wait for him to finish.