Page 36 of Blood & Kisses

My shorts are whipped down, and I’m flipped over onto my stomach. “Hands and knees, sweetheart,” Blake demands, smacking my butt cheek as the sting adds to the erotic chaos between my legs.

I do as he says as Cormac kneels before me, dropping his jeans, revealing his length that’s sticking out like a rod, only an inch away from my hungry mouth. There’s a droplet of pre-cum on his shiny head, and I stretch my neck to reach it with my tongue, but he growls, “Not yet.”

The rustling of clothes behind me, followed by a prod into the back of my thigh, and I knew my boys were ready. The sensation of Blake's cock filling up as he slides into my wet, hungry pussy. I wiggle my butt to flirt with him and clench down on his cock to tighten the sensation, and he grunts, “Nice.”

He waits patiently as Cormac prods the tip of his cock against my lips, playing flirtatiously, knowing that I want to take him in my mouth and that I’m ready to be taunted. Cormac places a warm, large hand on the top of my head to guide me as he slides his cock in my mouth. It’s a strange sensation to be penetrated at both ends like this, and I temper my anxiety as he starts to move inside my mouth. If I did this even a year ago, I would feel as if I was being choked and would’ve scrapped like an alley cat to get him off me. But now, I want them to take me to new heights – the line between pleasure and pain, adrenaline and fear, airplay arousal and asphyxiation.

Being a murderer who hangs out with other murderers, committing one of the most deviant of atrocities, has moved me to a new level of self-perception. How far am I willing to go before I find my limits?

As Blake starts railing me from behind, my body jolts, and Cormac’s cock naturally inches further into my mouth, striking the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose to ease the rising anxiety of being choked.

My breath hitches, and I wrap my hand around Cormac’s cock to take control, but his hand on the back of my head pushes my mouth further over his length. He increases his pace, moving in and out as I remove my hand from his cock and latch onto his forearm.

“Are you okay, Rae?” Cormac asks calmly, noticing my small flight of panic. “Tell us if you want us to stop?”

I nod, unable to answer due to my mouth being stifled by his cock. To demonstrate to them that I’m totally into this, I start moving my mouth up and down over his length while slamming my butt against Blake’s balls.

We fall into a rhythm and my breath and anxiety ease as arousal streams from the tip of my toes to the salty taste in my mouth from the swimmer’s cock. I feel a new sensation emerging, one I hadn’t felt before of something I’m guessing Blake’s finger worming into my tight hole as he continues to pound my saturated pussy. His finger jiggles about in my anus, stimulating the impending orgasm, and I gasp over Cormac’s cock.

“You like that?” Blake asks, and I nod in reply. Immediately, my tight hole expands a little more as it feels as if he’s inserted two fingers and continues to ram his hips while moving his fingers inside my hole.

“Don’t you bite down on me,” Cormac warns as my mouth clamps down on his length, and I have to restrain myself from not digging my teeth into him.

I cry out as my entire body snags, contracting lungs, cervix, thighs, clit, and jaw, and for a tiny moment, I lose my breath and contort. I clench down on their cocks, and they grunt at the same time as warm fluid spurts into my canal, yet Blake’s finger keeps working my tight hole.

Cormac is not quite done and seizes a bunch of my hair and pulls it tight, tipping my head back as he drills down into my mouth and down my throat, moving those impressive hips faster, fucking my mouth until I scream and offloads into my mouth.

“Swallow,” he demands, still holding my hair, and I let his warm fluid slide down my throat. He pulls out, shiny and wet, and puts his half-erect cock away as Blake worms further into my tight hole. Cormac claims my mouth with a soulful kiss that shudders through me, triggering another orgasm. He breaks the wonderful kiss, and I reach for him, desperate to be cradled in those long, strong arms, but he brushes my hands away and instead lays down on his back, tucking his head between my legs and as soon as his tongue strikes my clit, I cry out in thunderous arousal.

I grind my pussy against his tongue as Blake fucks my asshole with his fingers, striking a g spot as he does it, setting my body on fire. Cormac pulls me down into his face so I’m sitting on him while his hands slide up to my breasts and those naughty fingers play with my nipples.

“Have you ever been here before, Rae?” Blake asks smoothly behind me, nibbling my shoulder as his other hand softly brushes up and down my spine.

“No,” I sigh, unable to say much because this is the peak of my pleasure, heavenly erotism claiming every inch of my skin and folding me inside out. This is it. Nothing good surpasses this.

Cormac’s strong hands seize my thighs and pull me down hard on his face, encouraging me to bounce on him. Blake’s fingers on one hand continue to work my tight hole while the other hand claims my left breast, squeezing as he licks up and down the curve of my neck. As I bounce on Cormac’s face and that tongue licks my clit like a cat drinking milk, my breasts jiggle, and he wraps his arm over them both, burying his face into my neck.

The second orgasm comes rapidly, spilling over, shuddering through my core, and I let Blake hold me as I pant desperately, still bouncing while being licked and eaten.

“Oh god,” I growl from the back of my throat as the licking and eating continues until there is nothing left, and I am spent, crumbled into a rubbery mess onto Cormac’s solid body.

We crawl under the blankets, with me sandwiched between these two extraordinary men. Sweet nothings are whispered into my ears of promises made that will probably never be kept, desires planned, objectives prearranged.

This could be misconstrued as heaven on earth, but I know it won’t last because nothing lasts forever. But there’s nothing wrong with leaving your body for a while to play out a fantasy that will never be realized.

But at least I can look back in years to come and reminisce about when three became one and how life was good for a while.

19

I wake drenched in sweat and smooth skin pressed against my naked body. I don’t know what time it is, but I assume it’s close to sunrise since it’s pitch black – the darkness before dawn. I’m cocooned in their bodies, and my skin is overheating this warm morning. I lie here listening to their breaths and run the back of my hand along an arm draped over my chest, sticky with sweat. Whose arm it belongs to, I’m not entirely sure.

I need to move from their hot grasp to cool down and splash some cold water over my face, but I don’t want to wake the sleeping giants. I stared at the ceiling, mesmerized as the blackness faded to dim light. As dawn arrived, the familiar sounds of steady footsteps coming up the stairs pulled me out of my daze.

He pauses at my door, which has become routine, as if he is considering tapping on the wood or listening to see if I’m awake. He moves on, and my heart is pulled with him to the end of the hall where his bedroom is. I imagine him unfastening his belt, pulling it loose, then unbuttoning his shirt to slide into an empty, cold bed.

I sit upright as limbs fall off me and clamber over smooth bodies to reach the floor. My body is naked, worn, and used but wonderfully satisfied. I reach for my shorts and T-shirt and throw them on, then poke my head out of my room to gaze down at Gabe’s closed door. I skirt across the hall to the bathroom to pee, deciding to tap on Gabe’s door after I’m done. I’d need an excuse for interrupting him, and I thought the best option would be to thank him for dinner last night. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. Then maybe he’ll invite me into his bed. Yeah, right, Rae. He can see his son and Blake’s vehicles up the drive, so he’ll know where they are. Therefore, he’s unlikely to invite me in after I sucked his son’s cock. Not that he would know the details of what I did with his son, and hopefully, he won’t ask.

Once done, I flush the toilet, wash my hands, and swing the door open, slamming into a smooth naked body, raven messy hair, sexy as hell, wearing only a pair of tight dark blue boxers.

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