Page 27 of Redline Communion

“There’ll be time for your fill soon, but we haven’t finished with you just yet,” Talia says.

They turn their attention back to my cock, repeating what they were doing before, except this time they spit into each other’s mouths between turns. I grip the edge of the dresser because watching them share me like this is doing dangerous things to what little self-control I have left.

Talia moves first, deep-throating my cock until she gags, tears spilling from her eyes and streaking her eyeliner and mascara. She does it again, and this time I fist her hair tighter and hold her there for a few seconds until I hear her choking and gasping for air. I pull her off immediately, release her hair, and turn to Lorelei.

I move a strand of hair behind her ear, letting the softness last for exactly one second before clutching her hair in my fist. She gasps, but she isn’t afraid. No, not my naughty little princess. She sticks out her tongue, and I feed my cock into her mouth.

“Fuck. Just like that, princess. Suck my cock like you’ve been wanting to.”

My words spur her on, and she licks, sucks, and deep-throats me like it has become her personal mission to ruin me.

Talia rises from her knees and leans in to kiss me. I kiss her back, grabbing the back of her head with my free hand and pulling her body against mine. She’s still wearing far too many clothes, something I decide needs fixing immediately. Talia bites my lip hard, and when she lets go, a guttural sound comes out of me that I don’t recognize.

Her eyes stay on mine as if daring my attention to drift back to Lorelei. Fair enough. I’ve been looking past my own girlfriend far too much tonight, and Talia has never been the kind of woman who tolerates being treated like scenery. I kiss her harder.

Lorelei keeps working me with her mouth, and having both of them focused on me at once makes me feel almost invincible. Almost. Right now, I just need more.

I lift Talia’s faded black eighties rock-band crop top as we keep kissing. One thing I love about Talia is that she has never felt the need for panties or bras. She says she hates being constrained and likes being free, and this moment is no different. Her chest rises and falls with every uneven breath, and the fact that I can still get her this worked up after all this time does something very satisfying to my ego.

I drag my tongue against hers while fumbling with her tight black skirt and sliding it down her hips. It pools around her ankles, and she kicks it aside with her bare feet.

Now that is much better.

Lorelei gags one last time before pulling back for air. Talia and I break our kiss, and I reach down to help Lorelei to her feet.

“C’mon, princess. It’s your turn to strip.”

She smiles and deliberately takes her time unzipping her dress before sliding it down her body. White lace underneath, matching, because apparently the universe decided I wasn’t suffering enough already. I have wanted this woman for longer than I’ve admitted, and now that she’s standing almost naked in front of me, I have no idea where to look first.

Talia steps behind her, sweeps Lorelei’s hair aside, and kisses her neck softly. I watch as she unhooks Lorelei’s bra and lets it fall away. Talia looks at me and nods.

I move forward.

I kneel and look up into Lorelei’s eyes. Reaching for the straps of her panties, I decide to tease her and watch her squirm for another minute. I slide my hands down her thighs and kiss the inside of one, then the other, and she parts her legs a little wider. My nose brushes the soaked lace between them, and when I inhale, she gasps.

“You’re mine,” I whisper low enough that only I can hear it.

“Please.”

That single word makes me smile.

I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and slowly drag them down her legs. I hold them in my hand for a second, then bring them to my face and breathe her in. These are mine. I tuck them beneath my discarded jeans for later and walk toward the two naked women waiting for me.

“On the bed. Now. I’m going to fuck Talia while you sit on her face so she can eat that sweet pussy. Understand, princess?”

They nod, giggling as they race toward the bed. Something crashes off the bedside table in the scramble, but none of us stops to see what broke.

Talia lies on her back with her legs spread, hands already reaching for Lorelei’s thighs as I drag my cock through her wet slit. Lorelei hovers over her face until Talia grabs her hips and pulls her down, and judging by the sound Lorelei makes, Talia wastes no time. The groans coming from both of them spur me on, and I push inside Talia, her groans growing louder as I find the rhythm I already know she likes and start fucking her harder. I know this body. I know exactly how Talia clenches when she wants more and the little tilt of her hips that means I’m doing something right.

Then I look up.

Lorelei is staring at me over Talia’s body, eyes dark with lust. She reaches for my face, and I lean in, and she kisses me with everything she has, catching my lower lip between her teeth while she comes all over Talia’s mouth. Talia moans underneath her, lapping up everything Lorelei gives her.

I slide out of Talia.

“My turn. Switch places. I want to feel that wet pussy on my cock, Lorelei.”

Talia scoots higher on the bed while Lorelei moves onto all fours with her face between Talia’s legs. I slide my cock through Lorelei’s wet pussy, coating myself in her before slowly pressing the tip inside.