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Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“You like that?” Rook asked, sounding almost incredulous as he pushed the blade further inside of me. I found a fistful of his dark hair and dragged his mouth back to my pussy.
“Yes,” I said. “Don’t fucking stop.”
He didn’t.
My nipple popped out of Grey’s mouth, and I reached my other hand above me, feeling down the length of his torso until I found what I was looking for. The solid bulge beneath his jeans. The perfect cock I knew was bound beneath it and begging to be set free.
I tried to undo the button, but the angle made it almost impossible. I whimpered, shuddering as Rook fucked me with the handle of the blade.
“Take these off,” I demanded breathily, tugging on Grey’s jeans. “Now.”
I didn’t have to tell him twice. He got his door to open and stepped out to remove them, coming back with his cock fisted in his hand.
I opened wide, salivating at the sight of it, looping my fingers around his thigh to force him to move faster. He knelt on the edge of the seat and fed his thick cock into my mouth. I stretched my neck, taking it in, using my grip on his thigh to bring him closer.
The salty taste of him slid down my throat and I moaned against his cock as he withdrew it, letting me circle the tip with my tongue.
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” I told him, breathless, readjusting myself on the seat so my head was flat and he stood behind me. I wanted him to fuck my mouth while Rook fucked my pussy with his knife.
I didn’t think I’d ever wanted anything as much as I wanted this.
“Do as the woman says,” Rook growled from between my legs and Grey obliged, pushed past my lips to slide his cock over my tongue, all the way to the back of my throat.
I relaxed my gag reflex as he grunted, fucking my tight little throat until I could hardly breathe. It only turned me on more.
An orgasm began to build, coming on faster than a jet, with just as much power.
My pussy clenched around the hilt of the blade.
Grey, sensing my closeness, reached down and rubbed my nipples with wetted fingers until I came. The orgasm ripping through me like a thousand tiny explosions. Like a car crash I wanted to relive over and over again. The bruises and bumps and scrapes forgotten in favor of the release.
If I believed in souls, I’d say mine just left my fucking body.
I screamed around Grey’s cock as the orgasm came to a head, my vision blurring, fingernails biting into flesh.
It continued for what felt like minutes, and just when I thought it was finally going to release me, the blade and Rook’s tongue vanished from between my legs and I gasped as he lifted my ass end high, plowing into my pussy with his pierced cock.
Grey’s cock was knocked from my mouth, and I dragged in a breath.
“Don’t lose it,” Rook told me, breathless, the gleam of my wetness still on his lips as his dark eyes watched me. “I want another one.”
He thrust into me, holding my legs locked around his neck, making Grey have to climb into the backseat to reach my mouth. I took him back in as he braced himself on the seats, nudging the back of my throat again.
“Come on, Ghost,” Rook demanded, and as if on cue, I began to spiral into another orgasm. The feel of his Jacob’s ladder rubbing over my sweet spots driving me fucking insane.
“Choke her,” Rook roared, and Grey gave me a chance to catch my breath before his fingers curled around my throat, tightening the channel his cock ruthlessly fucked.
My fingers clutched the worn seat beneath me until it tore, the lack of air priming my body as one orgasm began to roll into the next.
Teeth bit into my calf, and I cried out as they broke the skin, the pain mixed with the pleasure bringing me a release so absolute it made tears sting in my eyes. Grey cried out as his warm heat spilled down my throat, and Rook stiffened between my legs, giving himself over to his own release, filling me.
I swallowed, utterly spent with the orange glow of sunrise staining the backs of my eyelids. The only sound besides our heavy breaths and the chirp of the sparrows in the trees.
* * *
The humof the tattoo gun filled the apartment as I leaned over the back of one of the kitchen stools. I wasn’t sure what I expected for a pain level, but this definitely wasn’t it. It was kind of nice, actually.
