Page 23 of Romanced By the Rat
I grab her mouth. “I still bet you could take both of us at once.” She moans against my hand, and I guide her back to my cock, sighing in pleasure once she makes contact.
I’ve witnessed Jeremy’s cock from the top of his head. Everything seems larger when you’re the size of a rat, but given the comparison of Charlotte’s tight hole, I know it will be impressive. I reach for him, stroking his hardened length from the outside of his shorts. It’s weird how much I want to feel him, lick him, take him until he’s hitting the back of my throat. I’ve appreciated other men’s forms before, gazed a little longerthan I should in the barrack showers, but I’ve never wanted a dick more than I want Jeremy’s. When I reach underneath his waistband and pull him free, my hand wrapping around him, my want reverberates deep in my bones.
He joked—or maybe he was being serious—that the ratatouille cured me of my ratness, but perhaps it could be that ridiculous. Life’s ridiculous anyway. No, I don’t think it was the stupid dish, but maybe my want for both of them was so great that I willed my cells to make the change.
I just play, running my fingers over his tip, feeling his bulging veins down his shaft. “I think we might be the same size,” I whisper into his lips.
“I’ll have to feel for myself.”
His words—Charlotte's lips—it's too much. I jerk back, feeling my balls tighten, but she holds onto my legs, taking me deeper. I don’t have time to stop, my cum shoots out of me violently. It’s a lot, and I’m mortified that I didn’t at least warn Charlotte. She doesn’t seem to mind, though. She drinks me down eagerly, as if my cum is made of honey.
Jeremy whispers into my ear. “That’s a good boy, come for us. So much cum in her tiny little mouth.”
My consciousness returns to me, and I chuckle, rolling my forehead against Jeremy’s. “When did you get so talkative?”
He shrugs. “I had a good teacher, after all.”
Charlotte crawls up my legs, her lips puffy and even more fuckable. I pull her onto my lap and meet my lips to hers, tasting my salty flavor. I pull her thin dress up the expanse of her body, pulling it over her head. Her bare and wet cunt grinds against my leg. “No underwear? What a naughty girl,” I say, taking a small break from her lips. Her small noises, the thought of my cum down her throat—all of it goes straight to my cock, raising my member to full mast.
“Look at that,” Jeremy remarks. “I guess you’re not all talk.”
I look him in the eyes. “I want you to watch as I eat her pussy. This will be a lesson you won’t want to miss.” I flip her to her back, and her full breasts fall to the sides. God, I want to fuck every inch of her, but right now it’s about her pleasure, about showing them both how good this can be for all of us. I kiss her lips gently, her breasts, her abdomen, and move even slower once I get to the apex of her thighs. I tease, kissing everywhere but her cunt. I lick her seam, and she squirms underneath me. Her hands run through my short hair, clawing at my scalp. “Please, Ramsay.”
I sit up, looking Jeremy in the eye. He’s removed his clothes—gloriously and deliciously naked. I almost lose myself at the sight, his defined muscles in every place they should be. I can see why he loves bodybuilding. His body is a piece of art and should be displayed. He intently watches us, stroking himself with his legs spread wide. I find my words. “See, you want her to beg like this. Don’t let her come until she’s squirming.”
I dive back in, eagerly licking her from top to bottom. She cries out, grinding on my mouth. She wants me on her clit, I can tell in the way she arches her back, but I don’t give in, not yet. I give her several more torturous strokes until I focus my attention on her sensitive bud. “Yes, just like that,” she cries.
I pull away, and she sobs, but I need to make sure Jeremy is paying attention. His eyes are half-lidded, and his strokes are increasing in speed. “Good boy, Jeremy. I want you to come while you watch me. Don’t take your eyes off her. She’s going to look so pretty when she comes.”
I apply direct pressure to her clit, moving my tongue ever so slightly. She erupts from underneath me, holding onto my shoulder to keep herself steady. I’m focused on Charlotte, wringing out every last drop of her pleasure, but I can’t help but tune in as Jeremy cries out from next to us. I reach for him, grabbing his cock and lathering my hand in his pre cum at histip. I push his hand away, stroking him until he releases. I rub his cum up and down his shaft until he’s too sensitive to take any more.
I sit up from Charlotte’s pussy, bending over to Jeremy’s lips. “Taste her on me. She’s so fucking good.” I devour his lips, my hand not leaving his cock. “See. I told you. You’re already so hard.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters.
I pull back, grabbing Charlotte’s slackened body and flipping her around so her ass is against my cock. She makes a little yelp but bucks her hips into me.
“Jeremy, choke her on your cock while I fuck her.”
“Yes, sir.”
My cock hardens even more that they’re both taking my orders. They're my perfect little playthings, and I don’t even have to pull hair to get them to do what I want.
Jeremy bends down, kissing Charlotte before she pulls away, desperate to have his dick in her mouth.
“God, girl. Take him just like that,” I say, rubbing the tip of my cock against her sopping wet cunt.
Our eyes meet, and we both thrust into Charlotte. Her body vibrates with her moan. I’ve only managed to insert the tip, and she’s barely taking more than that of Jeremy, but we both time our motions, thrusting into her at the perfect tempo.
Charlotte’s small compared to us, so I lean forward and Jeremy meets me halfway. One of my hands grabs the back of his neck while the other rests in the hinge of Charlotte’s hips, grounding myself as I pound into her. She’s moaning around Jeremy’s cock, but I know I could give her more. I reach around, sliding my fingers through her wet skin, circling her clit.
She cries out, and Jeremy thrusts deeper, causing her to gag. From the way she presses into me more, I can tell she lovesit. She wants it harder and faster, and I’m anything if not her humble servant, ready to give her just what she deserves.
My muscles tense. I want us to come just like this—all three of us connecting. It’s so fucking perfect, better than I could have ever imagined. I explore every inch of Jeremy’s mouth, reveling in the feel of Charlotte’s cunt constricting around me, focusing on the motions of my fingers as I strum her as if I’m wringing myself of the same pleasure she’s feeling.
I’ve always searched for meaning—a purpose. I wanted to lose myself in a cause. The military took all of me, changing me into something I didn’t even know anymore—literally. And yet, even with giving every part of myself, I never felt complete. Now, in this moment, connected to the two people I thought would never be mine, I feel whole. It’s ridiculous. We’re fucking. It’s a crazy, porno fantasy brought to life, but it’s everything to me. More than pleasure. More than a release. This is it.
As my second orgasm rolls through me and I feel and watch as Jeremy and Charlotte follow after me, mere seconds behind, I know it even more. We’re made for each other—three imperfect pieces coming together to form a perfect binding.
