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Gradually, I became aware of Jack’s hand slowly trailing up and down my thigh. Each time he moved it back up, it dipped farther down the inside of my thigh. I was still wearing my yoga pants from the rather short training session that morning, so I could feel his touch easily through the fabric. Zayn shifted underneath me as he set his bottle down on the floor, and then he sank back to where he had been before. With his left hand now free, he reached over and began to mimic Jack’s touches on my other thigh. My skin began to tingle in anticipation as their fingers moved higher, their knuckles connecting with each movement. When Jack reached the apex of my thighs, he ran his fingertips over my pussy, pressing down so I could feel him through my clothing. I gasped at the thrill it sent through me. His hand dropped away, but then Zayn repeated the movement. They took turns, rubbing their fingers over my core until I was breathing quickly.
Jack moved, gripping my leg and tugging me until I sat squarely between them. His hand glided up and slid below my waistband, and Zayn followed. I moaned as Jack slowly slid a finger inside me, and Zayn’s danced over my clit. I looked over at Zayn and his dark eyes met mine. He leaned forward, and my mouth met his in a hot, hungry kiss. Jack’s lips skated over the exposed skin of my throat, and he slipped another finger inside me.
“You’re so wet, Tory. Have you remembered how it used to be? Or is it just the idea of two men touching you that makes your pussy beg for us?”
I gasped against Zayn’s mouth as his fingers joined Jacks, pushing deep inside, stretching and filling me. They moved together, sliding in and out, with Zayn slipping his up to circle my clit and then pushing back inside again. I reached out with both hands, feeling for them. Jack moaned quietly as I rubbed my hand over his swelling cock, and Zayn growled into my mouth as I did the same to him. I couldn’t quite get the angle right to get my hands inside their clothes, so I could tell I was driving them crazy as I caressed them through the fabric as they had done to me.
I couldn’t distract them from their task though. They set up a punishing rhythm, their fingers sliding in and out. I could feel how soaked I was, and I gasped for breath between the relentless kisses Zayn took from me. I felt the pressure rising inside, like every atom of my body was vibrating madly, and when I felt Jack’s teeth sink into my throat, I came apart. They wouldn’t stop, chasing me through my orgasm and prolonging it. My back arched against the sofa, and then I collapsed against it, gasping from the intensity.
Jack pulled away, just enough so I could see my blood on his lips. I leaned over and ran my tongue along them, licking them clean, and he pulled me in for a kiss. I felt Zayn move but didn’t realise what he was doing until I felt the tug of my yoga pants sliding down my thighs. Jack lifted the hem of my hoodie—well, his really—over my head, revealing the strappy top I’d worn. I’d gone without a bra, not usually needing one with my small breasts except under see-through clothing. He gazed down at me before trailing his fingers over my nipple and pinching it through the fabric. I sucked in a breath and then moaned as Zayn sank to his knees and lowered his mouth to my pussy.
He groaned. “You taste incredible. I could suck on you all day.”
“Pull her forward,” Jack ordered. “I want to watch you.” At his words, my pussy throbbed with desire. Zayn slipped his hands under my thighs and shifted me forward so all of me was on display for Jack to see. He leaned forward, watching closely as Zayn ran his tongue around my clit again and again.
“Zayn,” I murmured, “don’t stop...”
Jack stood up and began to unbuckle his trousers. I reached out and took his cock in my hand, running my palm along its smooth length. Jack slipped his hand into my hair and knelt on the edge of the sofa, guiding my mouth to where he wanted it. I obeyed, wrapping my lips around his shaft and teasing his slit with the tip of my tongue.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned.
I peered up at him through my eyelashes. He was watching me, but then his eyes slid to the side as Zayn began to finger me again. I moaned, and Jack pressed my head closer, pushing his cock farther down my throat. I could barely concentrate with what Zayn was doing to me. His tongue replaced his fingers, and they slid farther back. A dark rush of desire hit me as they danced over my other entrance, teasing me, and I gasped as one pressed inside slowly and gently. Zayn moaned against my lower lips, and the vibration sent tiny tremors through my clit. He pushed his finger deeper and began to suck my clit harder, his tongue flicking across it.
I was moaning loudly now, and Jack had taken control, simply fucking my mouth as he watched Zayn torment me. I cried out, the climax rushing through me more intense than last time, and I fell backwards against the sofa, panting heavily.
I wasn’t allowed a moment of respite though. Zayn stood up and undid his own trousers. His cock was hard as a fucking rock, and when I reached for it, he knocked my hand away.
“Turn over on your front,” he commanded.
Jack sat down and pulled me forward on my hands and knees. He fisted his cock, and I could see the precum glistening on the end. I leaned forward and swept my tongue over it. A hand tangled in my hair, twisting firmly, and I knew it wasn’t Jack’s. Zayn leaned over me from behind. “His cock is going to fuck your mouth, my cock is going to fuck your pussy, and my fingers are going to fuck your ass, and when you come, you’ll be so full of us, you won’t even be able to scream.”
My eyes widened, but before I could react, he pushed my head down over Jack’s cock. I ran my tongue around his shaft, taking a deep breath as I felt the head of Zayn’s cock press against my soaked pussy. Zayn wasn’t gentle, but I was so ready for him it didn’t matter. He thrust into me hard, filling me with one movement, and I screamed. My mouth was so full, barely any sound came out, and Jack groaned. He reached beneath me to cup my breast, his fingers twisting my nipple as Zayn began to fuck me hard. I felt his finger on my ass, and I pushed back against him, half nervous, half pleading for him to touch me there. He didn’t make me beg this time, just slid his finger inside me slowly, in and out, deeper each time. When he added a second, I thought I would explode. I had never felt this full, and I couldn’t have thought of anything else if I wanted to. All that existed in time and space was us in this moment.
Zayn picked up the pace even more, fucking me so hard it hurt. I didn’t care, I just wanted more, I wanted him deeper and harder. His hand was still tangled in my hair, forcing me onto Jack’s cock with every thrust. Jack’s hand drifted to my pussy, rubbing over my clit with his fingers. It was so sensitive after two orgasms that I could barely stand to be touched again, but I had no way of telling him, and the rising crescendo threatened to tear me apart.
I lowered my head, trying to take Jack’s cock deeper, grazing my teeth against his skin.
He moaned loudly. “Fuck, Tory. Oh shit…”
The salty taste of his cum filled the back of my throat, and I nearly choked on it. Zayn pulled hard on my hair, forcing me up so my back was against his chest. He pulled my face around and kissed me, Jack’s cum still in my mouth, and twisted his fingers in my ass while his cock was so deep inside of me I couldn’t think straight. Jack leaned over and bent to my pussy, flicking his tongue over my clit as he slid his fingers around Zayn’s cock where it entered me.
Zayn pulled his mouth away only for Jack to take over the kiss, his fingers still rubbing against me. Pressed between them, I could barely breathe and my whole body shook as the rising tide finally crashed down. I screamed into Jack’s mouth, unable to move as Zayn hammered into me, finally finding his own release with a roar.
My head spun as I came slowly back down to earth, feeling the bodies of the two men crushing my own between them. Zayn’s teeth scraped along my skin before sinking into my flesh, sighing as my blood filled his mouth. Jack bent and did the same, taking the other side. I knelt there, boneless and drifting as my priests took what they needed, knowing they would give it back to me again and again.
Sixteen
JACK
Wenevermanagedtoget to bed that night. The three of us, fed and sated, collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep where we were, wrapped around each other. I woke in the middle of the night and went to grab a blanket, worried Tory might get cold. I’d looked down at her tiny form wrapped around Zayn and considered going to find my bed for about a second before climbing back into the space behind her that I’d just vacated. She snuggled back against me, and I felt my cock stir as her ass pushed against me. I was tempted to wake her, but I could see the dark circles under her eyes and decided to let her sleep.
My next awakening was not as quiet. A hand tightened around my upper arm and my name was hissed in my ear. I opened my eyes to find West leaning over the back of the sofa and jerked awake.
“What—”
“Shh,” he hissed. I glanced down at Tory, still fast asleep. She’d obviously not been cold after all, because she’d pushed the blanket right down, and the delectable curve of her breast was clearly visible. Trying to disturb her as little as possible, I pushed myself up and climbed over Zayn’s long, dark legs. Grabbing my trousers, I pulled them on and headed into the kitchen area where West was staring into the fridge.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, laying my hand on his shoulder. He seemed to slump a little under my touch for a second, then he straightened back up.
