Page 51 of Hard Ruck

“I can work with it,” Chelsea said with a laugh. Like she had back at Flirts, she locked her eyes on us and started to dance,slowly peeling off layers of clothes. Teasing us and moving her body, mesmerising us. Making me hard as steel.

Her movements slowed as the drug began to take effect.

I jumped up and grabbed her before she staggered out of her panties. The other two were right beside me, tearing off the lace and picking her up to lie her back on the bed.

“Now I’m relaxed,” she said with a half laugh. “I feel like jelly.”

“You look like heaven,” I said.

She really did, lying there in the middle of her pale blue sheets, hair fanned out around her. Her body relaxed, ready for us to do whatever we wanted to her, to use her in any way we liked.

“You look like a fuck doll,” Dallas said reverently. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and lay beside her, running his hands up and down her body and between her legs.

“She really does.” Storm stripped out of his and lay on the other side of her. If she was a fuck doll, he was a fuck god. His body was toned and hard. Sculpted like he was made from a piece of granite by a master artist.

I couldn’t decide which one of them was hotter. I decided it was a tie and shed my own clothes before joining them on the bed.

“I feel like…I shouldn’t,” Dallas whispered. He still knelt between her legs, lifted her hips with his hands and pressed his cock inside her. “Fuuuck.” He closed his eyes, an expression of pure bliss on his face. “She’s so…”

“Yeah, she is,” I agreed. All of that and more.

The corners of her mouth twitched up in a smile, her eyes half-closed. She was enjoying this as much as Dallas. Completely letting go. Allowing us to fuck her however we wanted to. Giving up all control. It was the hottest thing I ever saw.

That and the way Storm’s cock jotted up, pointing towards the ceiling, insisting on being touched.

I was happy to comply. I scooted down the bed and wrapped my fingers around his length. Eyes on his, I teased his cock with the tip of my tongue.

“You want more?” I asked.

“You know I do,” he said, his voice rough with need.

“What do you want?” I wasn’t sure if he would answer. Talking about sexual needs was as difficult for us as talking about emotions. Maybe more so. Okay, definitely more so.

In the end, I was right, he didn’t talk, not with words. He placed his large hand on the back of my head and pushed me further down his cock. Pressing himself inside, all the way to the back of my throat.

I gagged, but I liked it. I wrapped my lips around him as tight as I could and sucked while he thrust slowly, fucking my mouth while Dallas fucked Chelsea.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Wait.” He drew himself out of my mouth.

For a moment, I thought he was upset with me. That he might get up and leave. Instead, he gestured for me to turn around, so my cock was in front of his face.

Hell yeah.

His lips and tongue were tentative on me at first, but when I closed my mouth around him again, he followed my lead. Sucking me while I sucked him. Between that and the groans from Dallas, I was hard as hell. And just about to come. So was Storm. I felt it in the tightening of his balls, the way he thrust harder, relentless.

I massaged his hot, firm balls with my hand while lightly grazing my teeth over the sensitive skin that was so fucking hard. So fucking tasty.

He grunted and fell still before coming, squirting salty hot cum into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and made me gag again. I popped my mouth off him and looked him in the eyes while I swallowed it down. Every last drop.

His eyes widened. He pulled his mouth off me and ran his warm hand up and down my length, pumping me hard until I came on his fingers. The world exploded and all that was left were groans and moans of pleasure. I could have happily stayed in this place forever.

He went on pumping until I finally sagged, panting. Reality, I decided, was better than being in an orgasm bubble. Reality included three of my favourite people in the world. Naked and sweaty. What could be better than that?

I drew in a contented breath, right at the same time Dallas came inside Chelsea. For the first time that night anyway. No doubt, the first of many. He ground into her, eyes closed, spilling his release into her body. Then he too sagged and lay beside her, his cock still inside her as always.

I crawled back up to the top of the mattress, my head beside Storm’s.

“That was…” I didn’t have words for what it was. Amazing, incredible, awesome. All of those things, but they still weren’t enough.

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