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“I don’t mind, and yes, I’m sort of nervous. But the good kind. Just so you know, I wouldn’t just go along because someone wanted it. Try it? For sure, but not if I’m uncomfortable." He still waits, and I can tell he's really going to make me spell it out. "Yes, you can fuck my ass, Apollo," I say as I stare at Marcus unflinchingly.
He gives me a nod, eyes full of pride, legitimizing that this is a point for him as well.
Apollo taps my leg, bringing my attention back to him, and motions for me to turn over. When I do, Marcus takes over the directing.
"Up on your knees, Solovey." I comply but pull a pillow over to rest my chest on first. Like I said, I'll make sure I'm comfortable— in more ways than one.
I watch as he comes toward the bed and reaches out to swat my ass. It's not hard, but it still stings slightly and causes a pleasant tingle to work up my back. "Mmm… I think she likes that, Marcus." Apollo's breath coasts over my exposed pussy, making me shiver in an entirely different manner. Catching on, he blows gently over my wetness, and my eyes flutter shut. My breathing quickens as fingers trace my folds before dipping in to curve against that ultra-sensitive spot while what I believe to be a thumb rubs my clit.
"Nice and easy, now." Cold lube hits my ass, and despite the vague warning, my cheeks flinch from it. It soon warms as one of them spreads it, working it in the tight ring in firm motions.
A finger penetrates, and more cold liquid is added until two and then three digits are fully working in and out. I can't help it but let a moan escape as I come all over torturous hands. Limp and sweaty, I don't bother to move until lips graze my cheek.
A whisper reaches my ear as a tongue laps at my pussy. "Are you ready for me to take your ass now, Nightingale?"
The change-up is startling enough that I open my eyes to verify what my ears revealed— Marcus is the one eating me out and nibbling on my clit, getting me hot and bothered all over again. A third time might make me pass out like a drunk frat boy.
Apollo's face is inches from mine, and desire is stark in his blue eyes. Reaching a hand out, I drag a finger down his prominent nose before booping the tip.
"Hurry up, will you? Before Marcus finishes me off for good." His eyebrows shoot up toward his auburn hair. Even Marcus pauses for a chuckle.
"As my lady commands," Apollo says and disappears behind me.
Marcus climbs onto the bed next to me, stealing my pillow for himself as he settles in. I don't wait for him to ask before crawling over and mounting him.
I don't get much further before the bathroom door opens, and Braeden comes out and walks over to take up a seat at the head of the bed—naked. “Mind if I watch?” he asks, all nonchalant.
“No, but if all you’re planning on is watching, why are you naked?” It feels a bit surreal to be having this conversation while waiting for a double dicking, but apparently my sex life will never be going back to what it was before.
“I do have a hand, Birdie. And what’s the point of getting dressed just to get my dick back out when it gets hard from watching you get stuffed?” He gives me a salacious smile.
I choke on my spit at my bestie’s crudeness. He’s always had a smart mouth, but I’ve never really witnessed more than passing dates, so I can’t attest to how he is in the bedroom. Maybe this is his normal. Either way, I’m not offended, just shocked. "Fair warning, Rosie the Palm and her five friends better be the only orgy you're joining in on in the future unless it's with me." I give a wink at his "Touché". I can dish it out too, buddy.
Getting impatient, Marcus thrusts his hips up, nudging my pussy with his monster of a dick to redirect my attention back to him.
"Hold your horses! I got sidetracked by your competition," I snark at him but give him a peck on the lips to soften the taunt.
"Solovey, we all know who has the biggest cock in this room. There is no competition. But my balls are turning blue with your teasing cunt hovering over it." No competition, huh? Sure sounds like they're going to get as dirty as possible here.
Without saying anything else, I drop down enough to catch the tip of his erection with the edge of my opening. My aim doesn’t have to be fully accurate with his width, and I wiggle around, wetting the condom-covered tip until I can feel the stretch of my flesh around him.
Marcus is holding still, letting me go at my own pace, but from the tense set of his jaw, he’s ready for more. Releasing the breath I’ve been unconsciously holding, I lift up the tiniest bit and then slowly drop my weight, taking him in by increments in a torturously sedate slide.
My hands slip up to brace on his smooth chest so that I can change the angle slightly, and I can feel his heart is racing under my palms. Our eyes meet, both gazes wide, as our pelvises touch. Surprisingly, I didn’t have to stop to get him all in.
Finally out of patience, he grips my hips, holding me down as he grinds against my clit, hitting that perfect spot inside.
A high-pitched sigh escapes my slack mouth as my internal muscles flutter around him in response. Apollo takes the opportunity to pull me back until I’m resting against his chest, causing the hardness inside me to angle further into the front wall of my pussy.
“Did you know that if I press right here,” Apollo teases, trailing his hand down low on my abdomen, “that eventually I can make you squirt?” His husky voice has another thread of arousal twining through my body even as a scarlet flush works its way up my chest and face at the thought of doing that on Marcus. With an audience. I’ve never done that with anyone before and shake my head in response.
He proceeds to demonstrate, and the pressure sends a zing straight through my pelvis, causing me to clench hard on Marcus with an embarrassing grunt reverberating deep in my throat.
“Apollo, not now, I can’t take it,” Marcus grits out. “She’s like a damn vise around my dick. If you want to be in her ass, you’d better get to it.”
I don’t care what he’s saying, just mindlessly rocking back and forth on the steel-like appendage inside me, while the hand presses in hard from the outside.
Sweat is dampening my hair when Marcus lifts his hips, raising me up briefly for Apollo to readjust. When he does, his shoulder is low enough for my head to tip back over, and I feel his hard-on slide straight between my slicked up asscheeks. It’s the wrong angle to do anything other than tease, but it hits those nerves just enough to take me to the next level. The sudden urge to urinate brings me back to reality, and I lunge up, taking them both off guard.
