Page 78 of Deathless
“I’m good, I’m good...wait.”
He paused to let me adjust, teasing the sensitive nape of my neck with biting kisses, hands roughly kneading my thighs.
“You’re not new to this.” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Neither are you,” I shot back over my shoulder. He and I hadn’t done anal together before, but we’d both been fairlyexperienced before getting together, so I wasn’t surprised. I was actually glad he knew enough to be considerate and slow.
“Okay, I’m good,” I told him.
“You’re fucking incredible is what you are,” he groaned, pushing in a little deeper.
Even with Santos supporting me, my legs were tiring to the point of lowering down over his thighs and taking him deeper as well.
“Holy...fuck.” By the time both men were seated inside me, I felt so full that I could scarcely breathe.
“I’m gonna start moving,” Torr rasped against my nape. “Gonna start fucking this sweet, little ass. Tell me if I need to stop.”
“No fucking way,” I gasped, clutching Santos’ shoulders for dear life. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Torr praised. “Let me hear you beg for it.”
Giving in to his demands was automatic, instinctual. “More,” I whined. “You can go harder. Give me more.”
Torr picked up his pace with a curse, the pressure of him filling me just as punishing as it was satisfying.
“Oh fuck me, I can feel that too,” Santos hissed. He could only rock his hips in a slight cant, but coupled with Torr’s brutal fucking, it was all I needed.
I was speared between them, helpless to do anything but take what they gave. The three of us were slick with sweat and panting, an expanse of skin, muscle and rope. I never wanted it to end.
The heat, sweat, and pleasure make me sinewy, all loose and languid. At some point, my head lolled and caught sight of our voyeurs.
Hudson and Devin were spooning now, the two of them facing us. Devin locked eyes with me again, the lower half ofhis face hidden by Hudson’s shoulder. He had an arm around the other man’s chest, a lean-muscled forearm cutting across an expanse of tattoos.
Hudson was panting. His blue eyes met mine briefly but quickly moved on, like someone taking in a large painting on the wall. He liked the details but also wanted to see the whole picture.
And I did the same to him. Starting at his face, then letting my gaze travel down his body. A tattooed hand clutched at Devin’s arm. A pale stomach expanded and flexed with every ragged breath. My eyes followed the trail of hair below his navel further downward...and were rewarded by the sight of Devin’s hand stroking up and down a long, thick cock.
Pleasure spiked through me and I cried out, my body surging with a new intensity between my two men. When I looked at the two on the bed, I saw the whole picture, not just the details. And it was nothing short of the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
The two of them lying there, Devin with one arm braced over Hudson’s chest and the other hand jerking his cock. Like me, Hudson was helpless to do anything but take, feel. Watch.
Devin’s eyes never wavered from mine. It almost felt like he was daring me. Like this was some kind of challenge to quit the staring contest and actually do something.
“I’m going to come,” Torr growled, still stretching me to the limit. “Your ass is too fucking good.”
He reached around and nimbly stroked another orgasm out of me, using me to clench around his cock so he could spill inside my ass.
Torr had barely staggered away and cleaned up when Santos called out, “Think you can untie me? I’m kinda numb in places.”
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” Mortified, I started to lift up. “We shouldn’t have left you tied up this long.”
“It’s fine. Sit down.” Santos’ voice was forceful, a commanding quality that I didn’t often hear from him. But one that I liked. “I want you to stay right where you are.”
“Demanding,” I teased, lowering to take him fully inside me again.
Torr came around with a knife and carefully cut away the bindings. I was sorry to see the beautiful rope work go but already couldn’t wait to play like that again.
Worry struck me again when Santos hissed and grimaced in pain. His arm came around my waist as he started to slide from the chair.
