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“Turn around,” Gareth murmured against my lips, letting me go so I could do just that. To Rick, he said, “Spin her around.”
Rick huffed. “I ain’t—” One hard glare from Gareth shut him up, almost like something unspoken passed between them. I had no idea what kind of wordless conversation they were having with each other, but it ended with Rick giving in and helping me to flip around. Instead of facing him and straddling him, I faced Gareth standing before the couch, my legs on either side of Rick.
I had less to prop myself up with this way, and as I once more sunk down on Rick’s cock, he had to keep a hold of my hips to help steady me.
Gareth stood in front of me, near Rick’s legs, and he glared down at me with an intensity that told me what he was thinking: he wasn’t too happy to be doing this, but he wasn’t going to back down. He’d see this through, and he’d be glaring and mean and acidic all the while.
My eyes dipped lower, taking in his naked form as Rick guided me on his cock. Gareth was just under six feet tall, lean, the faintest outline of a six pack on his stomach. He wasn’t ripped, but his body was damned good for an artist’s.
Then again, he had to have some muscle to overpower people when he wanted to refill his supply of blood.
The moment my gaze dropped to Gareth’s cock—which stood rock hard, making me think he’d gotten hard watching and listening to Rick and I going at it, something he’d never admit out loud—Gareth’s scowl morphed into a smirk, and he stepped closer, his legs now inches away from Rick’s.
He said not a word, and that devilish smirk was the last thing I saw before he brought a hand to the back of my head and guided my face to his cock.
It… wasn’t the best angle. It wasn’t easy, reverse cowgirl-ing it on Rick while Gareth stood in front of me, wanting to be serviced. The height of Gareth’s cock didn’t perfectly line up with how I sat on Rick’s lap, bouncing away with Rick’s help, even with me leaning forward and Rick holding onto me, and Gareth knew that, because he had to—he just didn’t care.
This was Gareth we were talking about; he never cared. That was his thing.
He pushed the tip of his cock past my lips, pumping it straight into my mouth. Ah, so he didn’t want me to give him head; he wanted to fuck my mouth, just like Alistair had. I guess it ran in the family.
Gareth’s body shuddered when his cock pumped deep into my throat, and it was a mental struggle to fight the gag reflex. I bet I could be in tears, suffocating on his dick, and he wouldn’t stop until he came. If I was dead in the end, unable to breathe because of his mouth-fucking, I bet he wouldn’t even mutter an under the breath,oops.
“Is this what you want?” Gareth hissed out, his voice full of venom. “Every hole in your body full of cock? My uncle’s dick in your pussy and mine in your mouth?”
I couldn’t say anything to that, but I heard Rick groan behind me. His grip on my waist had tightened, his hips beneath me starting to do the work, letting me sit there, leaning forward, as Gareth fucked my mouth from a different angle.
“It’d be so much easier to hate you if you didn’t feel so fucking good,” Gareth groaned, hard jerks of his cock all that accompanied the words. He pulled back, letting my head go and withdrawing his cock from my mouth, which allowed me to pant heavily. He still wore his glasses, and behind them, he was busy giving me a death glare. “Get up.”
When I didn’t move an inch, mostly because Rick was busy pounding away from under me, Gareth literally pulled me away from Rick, causing Rick to say, “Come on, I was almost there—”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Gareth hissed out. He spun me, positioning me how he wanted me, with my ass towards him and the rest of my body leaning against Rick. “It’s my fucking turn to feel that tight cunt.” He spread my cheeks and pushed into me from behind, and though my face leaned against Rick’s chest, I couldn’t help but shudder and moan.
Rick didn’t stay motionless as Gareth started to fuck me doggie-style over him. One of his hands stroked his length while his other lifted to my chest, toying with my perky, pebbled nipples.
It was so much. Too much. Having Gareth behind me, his cock buried deep, while semi-on top of Rick while he jerked himself off and toyed with my nipples, watching me get fucked… how could I not come again?
This orgasm snuck up on me, but when it hit me, it hit me so hard I became an incoherent mess after. The cry that left my lips was loud and earth-shattering, and it was a good thing Gareth gripped my hips as he pumped away, otherwise I might not have remained upright, too hunched over Rick.
Rick’s hand left my nipples, smoothing my hair away from my face. He brought his other hand up, the one that had been pumping along his cock, and stuck his fingers in my mouth, watching me suck them as Gareth continued to fuck me from behind. “You are so gorgeous when you’re coming,” he murmured.
Behind me, Gareth was on overdrive. Whether that was because he didn’t like Rick calling me gorgeous or because he didn’t like the fact that I was sucking on his uncle’s fingers, I couldn’t say. Only Gareth knew what was going on in his head. But based on how violently his cock speared me after that, well, those were two very big possibilities.
Gareth reamed into me so hard I had to stop sucking Rick’s fingers and cry out. It felt like he was fucking my damn cervix, I could feel him in my stomach. His hands gripped my sides harder, so hard pain blossomed on the skin underneath, and he let out an animalistic moan, the ferocity of his fucking giving way to an orgasm of his own. With short, erratic pumps of his cock into my pussy, he emptied himself inside my core.
But Gareth didn’t linger, for once. The moment after he’d shot his seed inside me, he pulled out and dropped to his knees behind my ass. I had no idea what he was going to do, but then I felt his tongue lap at the entrance of my pussy, and I knew.
He was licking his own cum out of me, as much as he could, making me tremble and moan all the while.
When he pulled his face away, he guided me to sit on Rick’s cock again, and though Rick started, “Wait a damn moment, I don’t—”
The very second I sank down on him, any other words that might’ve left him died in his throat. He might not want to fuck me with some of Gareth’s cum in me, but now that he was inside me once again, what was there to argue about? It was the same position we’d started out in, while Gareth had undressed… just with a little extra lubrication down there.
Gareth knelt on the couch beside us, took my neck in his hand and forced me to turn to him. His mouth came down on mine again, his tongue pushing its way past my lips to open them, and once they were open, he spat something in my mouth. Hot and salty, a little bitter.
His cum. The cum he’d licked out of my pussy moments before.
He tore his mouth off mine and smirked. “Don’t swallow,” he whispered. “Give it to him.” Gareth was talking about Rick. He wanted me to make Rick taste his cum, for me to be an intermediary between the two. Getting Rick to swallow his cum was his way of remaining the alpha of the situation.
