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My hands fisted in Damien's hair just like he'd told me to, and I held on tightly as he first flicked his tongue against my clit and then wrapped his lips around it, sucking on the poor sensitive thing. The hold I had on his hair tightened as I cried out, another orgasm fast approaching.
Movement off to the side of the bed caught my attention and my head tilted. The sight of Quinton sprawled out on my bed with his hand around his dick while he jerked himself off, his eyes glued to me, was a sight to behold.
I came as soon as our eyes connected and with Julian's name on my lips.
Julian's ass and hips left the rug as he thrust up while holding me down on him. He swore harshly and loudly while his cock jerked inside me and he came. When his hips touched back down on the rug and he stilled behind me, Damien was up and in front of me in the blink of an eye. Parts of his face were shiny with my cum and arousal, and if I hadn't just come so hard while watching Quinton jack off, I might have been embarrassed by just how wet his face was. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson and his eyes shined bright and wild.
Damien reached behind me and I turned my head to the side to see what he'd do. He put his hand on Julian's chest and pushed him down. Julian groaned as he lay back on the white rug. I could feel him partially hard inside me, and there was this dopey look to him like he was high on carnal desire and pleasure. Or love.
Yeah, that last one was kind of scary to think about.
Damien pried Julian's hands off my hips. His hands went back behind his head and his elbows cocked out as he relaxed, using his hands as a pillow.
Damien slipped his hands underneath my thighs and lifted me off Julian's cock. He pulled me off of Julian's lap and sat me down gently on the rug between Julian's legs. He tapped my hip lightly with two of his fingers and ordered, "Turn around and on your knees, gorgeous."
He scooted back to give me room to move, and I complied with his wishes, until I was on my knees with my ass resting against my heels between Julian's thighs, finally facing the man who had just come inside me after fucking me to orgasm.
Well, technically he'd had help with the orgasm part, but I would have gotten there with him regardless, so I guess the details didn't really matter.
Damien nudged my legs apart with his knees. I spread my legs as far as Julian's would allow me to, and Damien's hand went to my lower back after he skimmed over the slightly rounded globe of my asscheek.
His lips brushed over the crest of my ear and his tongue flicked out across the jewelry decorating my ear. "Bend over Julian, baby doll, and put your hands on the floor. I'm going to fuck you from behind."
His words sent a naughty, delicious, shiver down my spine and I didn't hesitate to do as I was told. Honestly, I thought sex was the only time I ever did what I was told without argument. It must have been a relief to them.
My palms smoothed flat against the soft rug as I leaned over Julian's body and stared down into his eyes.
His eyes were pure liquid as they washed over me, starting with my eyes and slowly sliding down my body to where he could see Damien between my legs. I felt the brush of Damien's cock as he placed a hand on my hip and slowly glided himself through my dripping wet folds.
Julian watched Damien's glistening cock as he rubbed the head of it against my clit. The look in his eyes was so raw, so primal and filled with need, that it had me looking down my body so I could watch the show too. My mouth watered at the sight and I shifted my hips, pushing my ass back toward him.
"Please," I murmured brazenly. "Fuck me. Please, Damien. Please."
I was too far gone to be embarrassed about the begging too. From the way Damien immediately shifted so that his cock caught at my entrance and shoved inside, filling me with one thrust, I knew he didn't think I had anything to feel embarrassed about when it came to my begging—he liked it.
He set a furious pace, fucking me so hard my knees slid along the rug with each thrust, and I worried about rug burn until my legs connected with the insides of Julian's thighs and I was forced to stop moving forward.
Julian pressed the palm of his hand against the side of my face, and he stroked the pad of his thumb across my cheek.
"Kiss him," Damien demanded in a guttural voice, as he slammed into me so hard I jolted forward. "Kiss him, dammit. I want to watch him feast on your mouth while my dick is inside you." He ground his cock into me to drive home his words. His hand put on pressure on my hip before he released me and slid his palm up my back. He leaned over me and his hips pressed against my ass as his abdomen rested against the small of my back. I could feel the hard ridges of his abs as they slid along my sweat soaked skin.
Julian sat up with his elbows on the rug. His mouth came to mine and he kissed me sweet and slow, as if he had all the time in the world and his dick wasn't once again rock fucking hard.
I tore my mouth away from his and to the side. I wanted to lick the inside of my palm and wrap my hand around his dick, but I also didn't want to fall flat on my face when Damien slammed into me a little too hard.
"Touch yourself," I whispered the command to Julian, and watched as his eyes widened in surprise, but then soon filled with delight. He ran his hand down his flat stomach and through his light brown pubic hair. He fisted his cock and immediately began pulling up and down his erection.
"Fuck yeah," he groaned as his hips shifted, lifting up with every upwards pull of his hand. Damien murmured huskily in agreement, and the pace he set with his hips that was already almost brutal unbelievably picked up speed and force. The sound of skin slapping together echoed throughout the room as he slammed into me and my body jolted forcefully forward with every thrust.
I looked over at the bed where Quinton was slowly stroking his cock and watching my face intently. "Come here," I demanded huskily.
Quinton's eyes flared and his mouth set tight. I knew I was asking a lot of him to request him to actually, physically join in on this, but I didn't care. I needed him. I needed them all. They helped me forget about the emotional pain I carried around with me now like a fucking anchor ready to drop at any second and drag me down with it.
I didn't just need him though. I also wanted him, craved him even, and if he rejected me in this, I feared what it might do to me. Quinton gave me a lot, always, but I was still here demanding more.
He pushed me and I always pushed back. In any other instance, he loved and respected me for it, then he gave me everything I wanted. I wanted this time to be no different. I didn't care how selfish that was.
Quinton released his cock and rose to his feet, pushing off of the bed. He walked the four steps across the rug to me and dropped to his knees. He leaned down into me, his face hovering in front of mine, waiting for me to make the first move.
