Page 65 of Asphyxia
“What in the…” Madison’s voice was difficult to hear over our shouting at the TV. Our team in Call of Duty was sucking in what was our last round of team deathmatch.
“You’re home late—” Marcus yelled over his shoulder before throwing his controller to the floor. “Are you fucking—fuck you assholes! Figure out how to fucking aim!”
I laughed uncontrollably at his outrage, holding onto my sides for dear life. I was laughing so hard that tears had started to roll down the sides of my face.
“Looks like you two are having a good time.” Madison chimed in as she approached the back of the couch, resting her hands on top and pressing her weight into them.
“Where have you been? We thought you’d be home at least three hours ago.” Marcus spoke into his bottle, finishing the last coupleof ounces before setting it down on the coffee table with the other beers he had previously polished off.
“I had to run a few errands and stop by my townhouse to grab some things.” Madison nonchalantly shrugged as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.
She had been acting strangely this past week, out all day and then always coming home late. I assumed it was due to her inconsistent work schedule at the ED, but she never returned tired or emotionally exhausted like she used to.
I peered down at her side, noticing that she had a large black duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
“Appears to be a lot more than justsome things.” I arched an inquisitive brow at her, seeing if she would take the hint and tell us where she had actually been and what was in the overstuffed bag.
“Well, if you boys would have been more accommodating, I wouldn’t need to bring my entire bathroom with me now, would I?” Madison jested with a saccharine smile before pushing herself off the back of the couch and turning on her heel to head down the hall.
“Which bed tonight, kitten?” Marcus crooned, adjusting his position on the couch so he could watch her ass as it swayed with every step.
“That all depends. Which one of you is hard and ready to bend me over right this very second?”
Marcus and I glanced at each other briefly before launching ourselves over the back of the couch to chase Madison’s tail downthe hallway.
I shoved Marcus aside and into the wall as I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into my room, stumbling against the half-open door with her held up against me.
Madison’s bubbly laugh echoed throughout the room as she reached out at the last second, wrapping her fist in Marcus’s shirt and dragging him along with us.
“Dean’s bed, but Marcus first.” She purred, yanking Marcus roughly against her and instantly devouring his mouth as if she hadn’t tasted him in days.
“Or we can just take you at the same time,” I murmured against her ear as I shoved my hand under the waistband of her scrubs, guiding it between her thighs and running my middle finger through the center of her wet pussy. “Think you can fit us both?”
Madison was breathless, releasing a sigh of lust as she pressed her weight further into me, and Marcus dragged his lips along the side of her neck.
“You always know just the right thing to say to make your girl wet.” She rasped, eyes half closing as she bit her lip and submitted herself to us.
“Top or bottom, Marcus.”
“Having the feel of her pretty toned ass pressed up against me? I’ll gladly lay under her.” Marcus pulled Madison to him, spinning her around so her back was facing him.
He lifted her shirt, pulling it over her head before unhooking her bra and tossing it across the room. At the same time, I gripped her pants, pushing them down and off her hips until they loosely fell to the floor.
Marcus stripped off his sweatpants and boxers before pulling Madison’s back to his chest, fisting his dick in his hand, getting it hard and ready for her.
When ready, he fell backward onto the bed, Madison straddling his hips in reverse cowgirl, with his hard length standing at full attention up against her pussy.
“All yours, kitten. Climb on.” Marcus crooned, thrusting his hips upward in silent demand.
Madison rose onto her knees, lining Marcus up with her entrance before slowly lowering her weight down on him, a moan passing her lips as he filled her all the way.
Once Marcus was situated deep inside of her, I removed my clothes and stood at the edge of the bed, working my already hard, aching cock with my hand and lubing it up with my pre-cum and spit.
“Lay back, darling, and spread those beautiful thighs nice and wide.”
Marcus slid one hand across her stomach, the other up to caress her perfect breast as he pulled her body down until she was flush against his chest.
Her eyes connected with mine as I bent forward, lining myself up in the limited space between her clit and Marcus’s dick.
