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The room smelled like sex, sweat and something sweet that didn’t really have a name but could only be felt as the three of us breathed the same air, coming to the same conclusion.
We belonged together.
Evelyn spread my legs wider, pushing me to lift my hips without words, and I happily obliged as she took the bottle of lube from the nightstand, lathering her fingers, her hand, rubbing it over my half hard dick that was still sensitive from the release not too long ago. A groan rumbled deep in my chest as she pumped my dick, bringing it back to life, but it was obvious neither one of them were done with me.
Evelyn pushed three fingers inside of me without warning, making me arch my back off of the bed, while Christian wrapped his hard, calloused hand around me, matching her strokes.
“Mmph,” I mumbled incoherently, my head hitting the headboard behind me as I threw it back, exposing my neck to them. Christian’s lips closed around my pulse point, sucking, biting, licking and soothing the small bites he left behind.
“I want to devour you, Kill,” he groaned and as I opened my eyes I could see him rubbing his hard dick against the bed, seeking pressure, something to let go. His hips moved of their own accord, and as I wrapped my hand around him, squeezing harder than my lips could, he pressed his forehead to my sternum, breathing heavily.
Our moans and grunts mingled in the air, joined by Evelyn’s whimpers and as I looked down, I saw her stroking herself, her cheeks flushed and eyes wide as she watched Christian and me.
Christian’s teeth pressed around my nipple, tugging, pulling and releasing, his tongue lathering the puckered bud as if he couldn’t get enough of my taste. “I need inside,” he growled, pumping me faster. “Please,” he murmured, hovering above my lips, looking down at me with so much care, my chest tightened at the sight of him.
I loved this man.
I fucking loved them both, and the realization that I could lose them made my blood pump faster, making me tremble all over.
“Please, Kill,” he moaned, rubbing his nose against my stubbled cheek. “I-I need—”
“I need you, too,” I braved, pushing my dick in his hand, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel him, I wanted him to stretch me to the point of pain, until I couldn’t think about anything else. I wanted Evelyn on top of me, riding me as Christian stuffed me full.
Precum leaked from my dick, coating Christian’s hand, and at the sight of it, he lifted his hand, licking the substance of me, closing his eyes on a moan. And as he opened them, those baby blue depths turned feral, and as if she knew, Evelyn pulled away from me, situating herself at the edge of the bed, letting Christian take over.
He pulled me up, turning us around, until his back was pressed against the headboard, his body struggling to keep still as I knelt above him. “Are you sure?” I asked, looking down at our dicks mere inches from each other.
But the answer never came. Instead, he wrapped his hand around my neck with a feral growl, pulling our lips closer until the only thing I could taste was him. His plump lips against mine, his hand on my chest while the other one held me in place, keeping me from moving away.
He was lost to the sensations, and as our dicks rubbed against each other, both of us moaned low, pressing our chest against each other.
“Fuck. Me,” Evelyn moaned from behind us, and as I looked at her, I saw her hand between her legs, her eyes filled with need and desire matching my own. They were controlling the situation, and I let them.
I needed them to take it. I wanted to submit to them. And as if she knew, she pulled her hand from her pussy, showing me the glistening juices coating her inner thighs as she spread her legs, smirking as my eyes widened at the sight of her.
“Are you going to be a good boy, Cillian?” Her voice held such a ferocity, gripping me, making me relax against Christian.
“Yes,” I moaned, closing my eyes as Christian rubbed his dick against mine, our balls slapping against each other. “Please.” I wasn’t above begging. I wasn’t above pleading, and I was the luckiest son of a bitch, having the two of them with me.
“Good,” she purred, crawling toward us on all fours, her hands immediately landing on my back, pushing me toward Christian until there was no space between the two of us, our chests flush. “I want you to show Chris what a good boy you are.”
My dick twitched, listening to her every word. “Can you do that?” She pressed her lips to my shoulder, biting softly moments later, looking straight into my eyes. “Are you gonna be our pretty little slut and let him impale you on his big, fat cock?”
“Yesss,” I hissed, panting from the image alone.
Evelyn smirked, spreading my ass cheeks open, rubbing her finger around the rim of my ass, playing me like a violin. “Please, please, please,” I begged, rubbing against her, against Christian. “I need—”
“Shhhh,” she silenced me, rubbing her hands over my chest, joined by Christian’s hand. “You’re not going to come until I tell you to,” she said, and as if she'd flipped a switch, my entire body pulled tight, waiting for her next command.
Christian slowed the small thrusts of his hips as Evelyn took the bottle of lube again, coating his dick with the clear substance, pulling groan after groan from him as she played with his balls. She fucked us both—her fingers around my ass, pushing in only the tips of her two fingers, while she pumped him up, driving both of us crazy.
“Fuuuuuck!” Christian groaned, earning a chuckle from her. I wanted her lips on mine, needed them, and as if she could hear my thoughts, she straightened up, licking my bottom lip before devouring me. She looked down at Chris, wrapping her hand around his neck. “I want you to fuck him until he’s screaming, baby.”
Like releasing a wild animal, the moment she lined his dick with my opening, Chris started pressing in, his fat head pushing through the first ring of muscles, holding him tight.
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!” I screamed, feeling the mix of pain and pleasure rocking through my body. Christian growled, pushing in and out, while I tried to relax for him, rocking atop of his body.
“God… Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” Chris whimpered, his hands now on my hips, using my body to get himself off. “So fucking hot.”
