Page 48 of Three Meows

When he spilled into me with a stuttering moan I followed almost immediately, my legs shaking as I let myself go and the waves of pleasure slammed into me. I collapsed into Elijah’s arms, a puddle of goo capable only of whimpering.

“That was cheating!” Chester panted out as he pulled out of me. I could feel his cum drip down my legs. “Elijah, how could you? Using your powers as our leader for evil?!”

“It was in service of our mate, so it couldn’t be evil,” Elijah sniffed. I could see he was pleased with the stunt he pulled. He apparently, what, whammied Chester with his cat-shifter powers?

A quick glance at the grin on the redhead’s face as he collapsed on the seat next to Elijah told me the protests were only banter and there were no hard feelings.

“I feel empty,” I purred. “If only there was someone who could help me…”

My taunting summons worked and Rowan stepped forward. He did stuff my hole, but not the one that I expected. I moaned protests around the callused fingers invading my mouth, but Rowan made nothing of it and only played with my tongue as he addressed Elijah.

“Do you want her mouth?”

My heart stuttered as my eyes met Elijah’s burning gaze. The man licked his lips, warring with himself, then admitted, “Yes.”

“Good,” was all Rowan said, as he pulled me away from the softness of Elijah’s chest and pushed me down on my knees between his legs.

I can work with this. I can very much work with this, I thought.

My mouth-watering, I reached to unbuckle Elijah’s pants. Rowan used my preoccupation with the other man to surpriseme by sliding his hand under my body. Those clever digits found my clit and rubbed, not making the work of pulling Elijah’s cock out any easier.

Fortunately, I thrived on this kind of challenge. When I finally mastered the damn zipper, I hungrily reached inside Elijah’s underwear to pull out his fat cock. It throbbed in my hand as I took my first taste, my tongue leaping out to scoop a drop of precum gathering at the top. I moaned as it spread over my tongue, conditioned to associate the saltiness and the musky scent with the heat pulsing between my legs.

“Stop playing,” Rowan’s rough voice said as if he wasn’t the one who had previously teased me for hours during our TV marathon. When I opened my mouth to seal my lips around the crown of Elijah’s cock, Rowan’s rough hand tangled in my hair.

And then pushed me down.

If my mouth wasn’t suddenly full I would moan but I could only make a muffled gurgle as my lips stretched wider, and wider, and wider, until I stuffed my mouth full of Elijah’s cock. It was truly a treat, the girth of his dick a challenge that strained the corners of my lips, but I wanted to take it all. To swallow him down until he entered my throat.

Tiny groans escaped Elijah’s mouth as I sucked on his cock. He was trying to look at me, to take in the vision I had to be, to etch how I looked on my knees into his brain, but his eyes kept shutting as the sensations overwhelmed him. This was his first blowjob, and I was going to make it the best one.

When I sank lower and stubbornly pushed the flared crown of his cock into my throat, he threw his head back with a shout. He looked like he was having a religious experience. His expression was awed, mouth open and panting, his body shuddering under my hands.

I could tell he was already on the edge and I didn’t want this to end so soon, so I pulled off his cock with a wet pop.

My lungs barely took in the first proper shuddering breaths before all the air was knocked out of me when Rowan took this moment to slide into me. In one powerful thrust he was buried in me and I sent thanks to all the gods I could remember that his cock was so long even in this position it filled me completely, leaving no space for anything else.

“Wow, just look at you,” Chester said with awe from where he was lounging next to us. He bounced back from his orgasm much too quickly for my liking. Next time, I would have to wreck him even more. “You are a mess, Lisa. I wish I could draw you like this…”

“You can… ah… youcandraw her…” Rowan said, and I was gratified by how breathy his voice sounded. He wasn’t as vocal as Elijah or Chester, so wringing any sound out of him, both outside and inside the bedroom, was a feat I was proud of.

I squeezed around Rowan just to hear him groan.

“Wait, you are right!” Chester said. He was stunned by the suggestion only for a second, then he lunged for his bag and quickly returned with a sketching pad in hand. “Smile for me, precious,” the dumbass said.

My cursing at him was intelligible, as I tried to swear at him with a cock in my mouth.

“Ladies shouldn’t speak with their mouth full,” the redhead taunted and I may have lunged at him if only I wasn’t speared by two cocks, suspended between my two lovers, and if at that moment Rowan didn’t snap his hips forward so hard stars danced in front of my eyes.

“Nngh,” the indescribable sound of bliss was the only thing that escaped my mouth in answer. The sound of a pencil scribbling on paper faded in the background as my attention narrowed to the way Rowan and Elijah had established a rhythm together. Now, when their cocks pushed in they did so at the same time.

I have never been so stuffed, so full in my life.

Control of the situation slipped from between my fingers as I let myself be carried away on the wave of sensation. Between four hands… no wait, five — Chester had to be the one petting my hair — I drowned in bliss, my body shaking as it was taken to new heights.

I came before even Elijah did, hands scrambling to anchor myself against the floor, against the seat, against my lovers. My body seized, then relaxed almost too much; Rowan had to take a firm grip on my hips for me not to slide to the floor.

Elijah noticed how languid I was even when he was seconds from coming himself and tried to pull out of my mouth. Such a gentleman. I grabbed his hips and pulled him forward until he was fucking in my mouth, lost in his pleasure. I didn’t want to be a lady now.

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