Page 25 of Asphyxia
Marcus drove two fingers into me as he teased my clit with his tongue and teeth, and I aggressively pulled Dean back up by his hair to capture his mouth with mine—restraint no longer existing.
My hips rolled against Marcus while he worked me with his fingers, and all I could think about was having both men inside of me, filling me deeply.
“Mmm—Marcus.” I moaned into Dean’s mouth as my eyes closed again, and he chuckled, gripping my face in his hands before pulling back slightly, my eyes snapping open to meet his.
“Eyes on me, darling. I want to see how pretty you look when he makes you come.” Dean murmured, licking his lips with a wolfish smirk.
I could feel Marcus coaxing my orgasm from my body with his fingers and mouth as my thighs tensed around his head and my fist tightened in his hair. My eyes never left Dean’s as I cried out Marcus’s name, my body trembling as I felt my heart grow tight within my chest.
“Have you tasted her yet? She’s so fucking sweet.” Marcus smirked, sucking his fingers clean as he sat back on his heels, more than pleased with himself.
“Not yet, but I will now,” Dean chuckled with a smile that could burst ovaries.
He released my face before switching places with Marcus between my thighs and wasted no time when it came to devouring me.
“Oh fuck!” I shouted just before Marcus drove his tongue down my throat, muffling my cries of pleasure as he teased my nipples between his fingers.
I could taste my cum on his lips as they both consumed me, physically and mentally, and all I wanted was more—more of Marcus, more of Dean, and more of the earth-shattering euphoria they were delivering into me.
It wasn’t long before I came for Dean, my body shaking and hands fisting the sheets as he lapped up every drop of my climax with my legs wrapped around his head.
I craved their dicks, wanting them both to bury themselves deep inside of me, filling me until I couldn’t hold any more of them. The thought alone had me ready to come again.
Shoving Marcus to the side with blind lust, I threw myself forward, clawing my nails down Dean’s chest as I roughly pinned him down on the mattress and freed his hard, thick length from his sweatpants.
When I bent down to wrap my hand around his cock, I pushed my ass in the air and angled my hips as a not-so-subtle hint for Marcus totake me, my mouth already salivating at the thought of him fucking me from behind while I sucked Dean dry.
“You’ve got the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen, Mads.” Marcus teased as he smacked it while positioning himself on his knees behind me.
He fisted his cock as he lined it up with my soaked entrance, and I sucked in a breath when I felt the head pressed up against me.
Dean threaded his fingers through my hair before lightly tugging it to attract my attention.
“Don’t worry about what he’s about to do to you back there, darling.” Dean laughed playfully as he dragged his thumb along my lower lip. “Just focus on wrapping that beautiful mouth of yours around my aching cock and sucking hard.”
I wasn’t one to let a man tell me what to do—not anymore—but fuck, when the command came from him, all I could think about was obeying.
As I slid Dean’s cock past my lips, swallowing him down the back of my throat, I could feel Marcus push himself inside of me at the same slow pace. A moan rumbled from the back of my throat as Marcus started to fuck me from behind, and I struggled to focus on my task at hand—mouth.
“Fuck me.” Dean groaned, his head falling back on the bed as his grip tightened in my hair and my nails dug into his thighs.
Marcus and Dean drove themselves into me, their thrusts in sync without even trying. Dean’s free hand wrapped around the front of my neck in a reverse chokehold, and I felt my throat relax more than normal, his cock sliding deeper than I’d ever been able to take before.
I whimpered as I gagged on one of Dean’s rough thrusts and felt my cunt tighten around Marcus. The position we were in became even more intense than I had anticipated, and after already coming twice, my third climax was already ready to break.
Tears fell from my eyes as Marcus slammed into me as deep as he could go, coming hard, and I followed him, my screams muffled by Dean’s thick dick filling my mouth.
“Goddamn, Mads.” Marcus groaned as he pulled his cum covered cock from me, and I could feel both of our releases dripping down my inner thighs.
Dean pulled away from me, altering his position to mirror Marcus on his knees. With his biggest asset now at eye level, he ran his fingers back through my hair and lined himself up with my mouth. I lifted my eyes, fixating them on his as I parted my lips, ready to taste more of him.
There was something about Dean’s eyes that attracted me like a moth to a flame. I despised green eyes thanks to Adrian, which was why I loved admiring Marcus’s beautiful baby blues when I could.
But Dean’s were different—so different. They were bright and playful, like looking into the heart of who I once was—the sweet and innocent Madison who would do anything to protect her loved ones.
For a single moment, my breath caught in my lungs. I felt frozen in time as I focused on Dean—seeing myself staring right back at me. He bent down, resting back on his heels while cupping my chin in his hand—the two of us forgetting Marcus was still panting behind me as Dean reached my level, his free hand fisting the sheets next to my hand for stability.
“You’re not a monster, fucked up, or even broken, Mads.” He murmured, his emerald greens taking me away. “You just needed to find the right men to give you what you deserved.”
