Page 138 of Crushing Clover

“I…won’t come,” I gasped uncertainly, feeling like they were hollowing me out.

“Who has a free hand?” Saint prompted.

Someone’s hand worked its way down between my stomach and Saint’s, not stopping until it had found where my clit was mashed against his body. The extra stimulation right then made me feel like I was going to launch out of my skin like an over-ripe cartoon banana, but Rush jammed his dick back into my mouth before I could complain.

“Right there, she loves that,” Saint lied, the heartless amusement in his gaze telling me he knew better.

I wanted to grit my teeth at the sensation, but I didn’t hate Rush enough to bite his dick off so I could do the gritting.

All three of them were gasping and grunting, and the sounds of pleasure started turning me on. The finger on my clit and the too-much-cock went from excessive sensation to just right and had me rolling my hips and sucking Rush’s dick, trying my best to participate.

“Fuck. I can’t take much more,” Lucky said, slowing to a stop. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass, like he would go off any second.

Saint ignored his friend’s warning. The fingers on my clit vibrated, and I panted around Rush’s cock as he shunted in and out of my mouth, using it without much concern for me.

A terrible, nerve-buzzing orgasm was building inside me, making me want to tap out—but after all this? I’d be damned if I safeworded now. Maybe I could stave off the orgasm? Maybe I could keep myself together while they came? It seemed safer for at least one of us to stay in control, so I could stop them if they got carried away and tried to relocate my spleen or something.

“Ugh—Saint. Fucking hell.” Behind me, Lucky tensed, as I felt his cock thicken and jerk deep inside me.

I expected Saint to laugh, but he stuttered to a stop, blinking slowly, like he was trying to control himself. Could he feel Lucky getting off?

He watched me, the shadowed alley making his dark eyes seem even darker. His mouth kicked up at one corner, and he slowly ran his tongue along the shaft of Rush’s dick, our faces touching as I continued to suck. My pussy fluttered around Saint’s cock—a deep internal shiver.

“Fuck!” Rush gasped. “Saint, you bastard.” His cock pulsed, and cum flooded into my mouth, filling it faster than I could swallow. The mess that dribbled out didn’t deter Saint, and he licked the slickness from my chin. He helped me clean off Rush’s cock, our tongues fighting over him until Rush pulled back, gasping and oversensitive. I tried to tear my gaze away from Saint’s mouth, but his sinful grin brought me to the very brink of losing control.

He stirred his hips, and started to fuck me again, slow and hard. Lucky was still lodged deep in my ass, his magic dick not flagging. Surprisingly, the smooth slide of it felt good now. And my clit—the hand rubbing it had gone, but the friction I was getting from being crushed against Saint was good.

“Tick, tick. You’re almost out of time.” His dark eyes were becoming unfocused, and I could feel his legs starting to tremble with the effort of staying upright. Lucky was helping, but they couldn’t hold me up forever.

His words threw me off, and I whimpered, so close...

“I have to come so fucking bad,” Saint whispered so low I wasn’t sure if the others could hear him. He moaned almost imperceptibly, and the sound vibrated against my ear, running along the nerve in my neck. Heat flooded through me.

He was trying to wait for me? Inconceivable.

I tipped my face and kissed him. He kissed me back hungrily, sliding his tongue along mine. Fuck—why was it so hot that he tasted like Rush?

The tension that twisted through me tightened, and I buried my fingers in the back of Saint’s hair, anchoring his mouth to mine. He gasped into our kiss, and his eyes fluttered closed as my orgasm loomed, like a storm about to wreak havoc. Pleasure hit, and all I could do was brace myself as my internal muscles locked down on his cock, and I clung to him with all my strength.

“Fuuuck,” Lucky said behind me. I could feel Rush doing something to him, but didn’t have time to look. Saint’s cock felt like iron, and it pulsed deep inside me, and my pussy contracted around it, in a long, violent series of waves. Lucky swore against the back of my hair, stilling, riding my orgasm the way Saint seemed to be.

I sobbed against Saint’s mouth, exhausted and spent. The aftershocks of my orgasm were almost as good as the main event. For guys who’d avoided letting me orgasm for so long in the beginning of our…situation, they seemed to enjoy giving them to me now.

Lucky kissed the back of my neck, then slowly pulled out, leaving me in Saint’s arms. Cum dripped out of my ass, and I grimaced at the sensation. Rush steadied me, and helped Saint lower me to my feet. My legs were boneless, and my pussy and ass felt raw and sore.

Rush tugged the ripped bodice of my dress back together, trying to cover my breasts. He ran his thumbs under my eyes, trying to do damage control on my makeup.

“You wouldn’t happen to have some tissues?” I asked in consternation.

“You’ll have to clench your holes until we get back to the truck,” Saint teased.

I was already clenching—damn him. It wasn’t as effective as he seemed to think.

Rush kissed my cheek. “Perfect girl.”

Saint grimaced, but he didn’t roll his eyes. Instead, he rumpled my hair. “I guess you’ll do.”

“Back at ya. You know, you almost got me off that time.” The words were out of my mouth before I had time to second-guess them. “Good job, buddy.”

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