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BANKS
After the adventures of last night, I passed out until morning. My body was exhausted. By the end of it, I wasn’t even mad. These boys want to possess me as much as I want to possess them. They show me with pain and torture. Me submitting to it after putting up a fight, is how I show it back.
I do have some self respect, I won’t give in that easily, ever.
My body aches when I roll over and my chest runs into a hard body next to me.
Hudson.
His masculine scent gives it away, even when my eyes remain closed. Wrapping my arm around him, I big spoon him. He wiggles his perfect hockey ass into the curve of my pelvis, then places his giant hand over mine, cuddling me closer. My face nuzzles between his shoulder blades, his warm skin against mine. I could stay like this forever.
Landon being here would complete it. Except he isn’t here. My time in the basement heightened my sense of the guys, and helps me know if either are around.
“I can hear your mind from here, Banksy. Landon is probably downstairs, in the kitchen, thinking, since we are still in his sacred space.”
My head nods against Hudson’s back, his voice is deep and full of sleep.
“He isn’t mad Banksy. He is processing. Trying to figure out how it’s all going to work. Which is good. Let him sort his shit now. This isn’t the only thing he needs to process. I still haven’t told him I’m signing directly out of college. A few teams have shown interest after my ‘not agent’ contacted them. I just need to figure out where would be the best fit. I am basically deciding his life for him at the same time as my own. I’m not entirely sure how he is going to feel about it.”
We lay in silence as I absorb it all. What are we? When they leave, I’ll be alone again. They turned me into a monster with the cravings that they put inside of me. And now they are just going to leave me.
“He doesn’t know?”
Hudson rolls over to face me, shaking his head, then whispers, “Just you.” Before I can question him, he kisses me. Usually morning breath is an immediate ick for me, but not his. Electricity zaps on my lips the moment we connect. We use each other as a source of oxygen, breathing in deeper with each second we are connected, needing more and more. Our hips grind against each other, his cock is rock hard as it teases my aching pussy.
Fuck it.
My hands reach for his boxers and pull them down as we continue to devour each other. He doesn’t stop me. We haven’t fucked yet. The anticipation, the build up, has been torture. But it’s what these boys do best.
His hand moves to my panties, moving the crotch piece to the side, my leg wraps over his hip for better access. Hudson wastesno time thrusting into me. A moan escapes my mouth as we continue kissing. Never breaking it.
Hudson holds my body close, fucking me like it’s our last day. His hips buck against mine, he pounds into me harder and faster with each thrust. My pussy is soaked, and my clit has a mind of its own. Every time we connect she grinds against him, if even just for a moment. This feels so fucking good. He is more gentle than Landon, which surprises me.
His cock rubs against my sensitive walls as they clamp down around his shaft. I feel empty each time he pulls out, but he always comes back. Breaking our kiss, my breath is heavy and our foreheads touch. I look up at him, his eyes as heavy as mine. My heart feels like it could beat out of my chest. He grips my hips harder and whispers, “Hold on, Banksy.”
Which confuses me, until he rotates us so I’m on top of him. My hands rest on his muscular chest, as his hips and cock begin their frenzy, rapidly assaulting my pussy. My back arches when he slaps my ass, the sting is immediate and it lingers, but it feels so fucking perfect as my body begins to tingle.
I’ve missed this. I’ve gone from not fucking anyone at all to craving the most depraved versions of it. This might be vanilla compared to what else we’ve done, but they can do their worst and it will never be enough anymore. This can never end.
Next thing I know, he is gripping my hair, pulling it down and making my head lean back. Tiny stings of pain spring up on my scalp from the hair pull. The orgasm rippling through my body gets even stronger.
“Milk my cock, Banksy. Fucking milk it,” Hudson pants.
I grind down on him, and my orgasm erupts from within me. I never want this feeling to stop. This is a goddamn drug, and I’m addicted.
Hudson grunts as his cock continues to pound inside of me. Loud moans leave my mouth, without shame or embarrassment.I need him to know how great I feel. He needs to know what he does to me. I can feel ropes of his warm cum coating my insides, mixing with my own release.
My eyes roll back, and he pulls my hair harder. My body takes all the pain and turns it into pleasure for me. Every sting, every thrust into my sensitive pussy, causes me to moan louder.
I wonder what it would be like fucking both of them at the same time?
As our orgasms dissipate, our bodies slow down their assault on one another.
Hudson lets go of my hair, allowing me to look down at him. I smirk. His face is red, and his chest is moving rapidly beneath my hands, I can feel his heart beating.
“Yeah.” Is all he can manage to say, and a giggle escapes me.
When I move off him, I can feel our cum dripping out of me. I wish it wouldn’t. I wish there was a way to keep it inside of me longer. To feel our cum all day. And add Landon’s, too.
