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Movement to my right has me looking up, and I meet the gaze of another man stepping from the shadows. Eric grins when he sees me hanging over the back of the sofa, his eyes bright with mischief.
“Having a party I see,” he teases, walking into the kitchen to grab something from the fridge. When he turns around with a beer in his hand and leans back against the counter to watch, he lifts it into the air like he’s making a toast. “Don’t mind me. I’m just enjoying the show.”
Our eyes stay locked as Booker shoves his face against my aching core over and over again, his large hands kneading my ass. When he comes up for air and realises we have an audience, he grunts over at Eric.
“She couldn’t sleep.”
Eric’s brows rise. “So you’re trying to wear her out? Seems like that’s going to take more than a bit of eating.”
“You could join us,” I purr, clenching my fingers against the sofa at the thought.
Booker’s face is still against me, so when I voice my opinion, he whistles, the cool air making my pussy clench. “Oh boy. She likes that.”
Eric’s eyes darken, and the shadows thrown across his face make everything in me tighten in anticipation. He could say no. After all, that’s something none of us have ventured into. But if he says yes…
Booker stands behind me, and I hear the shifting of clothing. I know he’s taking off his own clothes, but my eyes are on Eric as he stalks towards me, the bottle of beer still in his hand. Behind me, Booker moves, his length bumping against my ass, but he does nothing. Not yet. Instead, he must be watching Eric just as I am as he comes to a stop before me.
“You want me to fuck your mouth while Booker fucks your cunt?” he asks, his voice a deep rumble of arousal. The pure filth of his words has me shifting, almost humping the sofa.
Cue immediate flood of arousal. “God, yes,” I moan, pressing back against Booker, begging for him to fuck me, despite my thighs still being held tightly together.
He smiles, his other hand going to my hair and gripping it firmly. “Move her so she’s leaning over the arm,” Eric tells Booker.
I’m immediately lifted and moved, with Eric’s hand still in my hair as I’m draped over the sofa arm. I reach for Eric’s jeans, for the clasp hiding his erect cock, desperate to release him. His hand tightens, and there’s a bite of pain on my scalp that I relish as his cock pops free. I lean forward as Eric steps closer, and I circle his crown with my tongue before sucking it inside, drawing a groan from his lips.
The next moment, Booker slides the tip of his cock through my folds, coating himself in my wetness, before he begins to ease between my tightly clamped legs. He moans as he sinks inside me, as my compressed thighs squeeze him more. I can’t help my own moan at the sensation.
“Fuck, look at you,” Booker rasps out as I suck Eric deeper. “You are so fucking needy for us, so wet at the thought of both of us fucking you at the same time.”
I can’t answer, not with Eric’s cock in my throat, but I mewl in response as Booker picks up his pace. Eric’s hand tightens painfully in my hair as he takes over, fucking my mouth and sliding down my throat. I breathe through my nose each time he pulls out, determined not to gag and ready to take whatever they want to give me.
But the way my thighs are pressed together is stopping Booker from hitting my clit.
“Allow me.”
The third voice comes from the right, and though I can’t turn to see him, I know it’s Gage simply by the timbre of his voice. When did he come in? How long has he been watching?
Why does that question have me grinding my hips back to take more of Booker’s cock, even as I groan around Eric’s length dominating my mouth like he owns it?
I moan deep in my throat when I hear Gage drawing closer, and Eric gasps. “Fuck yeah, baby. You like that Gage is here, don’t you?”
My fingers clench tightly in the fabric of the old sofa. Fuck, I can’t see where Gage is, but I hear the sound of a knife flicking open, and then there’s tugging at my knees. He must be cutting my pants off. A moment later, when the tension is gone and I can spread my thighs, I know that’s exactly what he did. Booker immediately shoves my thighs open and lifts me up to fuck me harder and deeper.
Eric pulls out of my mouth, and I cry out at the brutal rush of blood to my clit and the sudden build-up of arousal. When my lower stomach begins to quiver and my release slams into me, Eric thrusts his cock back down my throat.
I gag and tears spring to my eyes, but I take him all down, even as I shatter on Booker’s cock, but he keeps fucking me. He doesn’t even slow, building another orgasm just as quickly, until my legs shake with it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Gage stalking around Eric, watching as Eric fucks my throat just as brutally as Booker fucks my pussy. I have to blink through the haze of tears to see him. His eyes are bright with arousal, and there’s a savage look there that makes me want to beg him to join in. Fuck, I’d say that if I could talk around the cock in my mouth.
“I think she wants you to join us,” Eric says to Gage, jerking his head. “Come on. I need a break before I come down her throat.”
Gage doesn’t argue with Eric. He comes over and unzips his pants, and the moment Eric takes a step back, Gage moves in.
Eric never releases my hair.
Looking up at Gage, I pop my mouth open, not bothering to wipe the spit dribbling from the corner of my lips. He rubs the tip of his cock over it, cleaning me. Eric’s fingers turn my head just slightly, directing me to take Gage’s cock. The moment Gage presses his tip inside my mouth, Eric presses down, forcing me to take him, controlling the way I suck his friend.
