Page 61 of The Moon & His Tides
Adam held her still, his teeth gritted and jaw jumping as we both felt her milk our cocks, coaxing us to lose ourselves inside her.
“Adam,” I grunted, straining to control myself, toes curling until they cramped, my hands clamped too hard over Savvy’s thighs.
“Come for me,” he ordered gruffly, folding her body back over my torso so she could lay limply against my chest as we both used her ruthlessly to find our own climaxes.
I curled a hand into Savvy’s hair as she pressed her lips to my throat and locked eyes with my other lover as we both thrust inside her in tandem, a perfect harmony that had pleasure searing deep into my bones.
“I’m going to come,” I warned them both, bucking up so hard I almost dislodged Adam.
“Do it,” she ordered me, clasping my earlobe between her teeth. “I want to be filled up and leaking with your cum.”
A moment later, every molecule in my body seemed to implode. My vision whited out like it had been caught in the blinding flashes of the paparazzi. My pleasure so violent it seemed to rip my skin from my muscle and bones, annihilating every thought in my head but two names.
Savannah and Adam.
Vaguely, I heard Adam shout his own release and registered the faint thump of his own cock through the thin walls of Savvy’s pussy as he filled her ass with his cum. Knowing we’d filled her to the brim, that we’d leave her gaping and leaking and deliciously used up was enough to extend my orgasm into something almost painful.
We stayed locked together in the comedown, our breaths a soft susurrus of sound in the otherwise quiet room. Adam had to be exhausted, but he stayed on his knees pressed into Savvy, one hand stroking her back and the other wrapped around my calf as if he couldn’t bear to let us go. Savvy just lay between us, sometimes pressing a slack-mouthed kiss to my neck.
Adam waited until we both softened enough to slide out of Savvy before he pulled away, dropping back onto his heels to look at her swollen folds.
“So pretty all filled up with cum,” he murmured softly, truly entranced by the sight.
Savvy shivered as he drew his finger down her pussy and then down to the plug, following the wet slick of our combined wetness where it leaked between my thighs.
“Maybe next time I’ll have you fuck Savannah full of cum and then use it as lubrication to fuck you,” he suggested lazily, looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes as he gently eased the toy from me and slipped it off my softening dick.
I bit my lip to keep myself from groaning, but Savannah pulled back to look at my face and confirm I’d be into that.
Her smile was small but genuine even though a little frown was between her brows. I smoothed it with my thumb as Adam patted her ass and then went to the bathroom, no doubt to get something to clean us up with. It was part of his whole dominant routine, and it was surprising how much I enjoyed the little moment of intimate pampering.
“Do you think you’ll like it?” Savannah whispered.
It was my turn to frown in question, and she clarified, “Having proper sex with Adam.”
“I think so,” I admitted, even if my stomach clenched at the thought.
I’d been born and raised by an Italian-loving Irishman who believed in machismo and a man’s right to do whatever the hell he pleased, even if it hurt other people. It didn’t mean I subscribed to his fucked-up brand of ethics, but the idea of letting another man inside my body was one I still struggled with a little even though I wanted it with mounting desperation on a purely physical level.
“I’m worried you’ll like it more than sex with me,” she whispered even softer, her mouth sullen.
I laughed, but not in mockery. “Savvy, I’m as addicted to your sweet pussy as a man can get. Ask me, and I’d crawl to you.”
That flush I loved painted her pretty face, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to cup it in my palm.
“I’m worried you might like him more than me,” she mouthed as if sound would manifest the words.
“He’s your husband,” I said lightly, even though my heart twisted in my chest. “I’d have thought you would both like each other more than me.”
She stared at me hard for a long moment, gaze scraping over my features like a scalpel working to peel back my layers. She had an almost childlike confusion and a frustration I didn’t understand.
Adam returned to the room with two warm, damp cloths, unabashed in his gorgeous nudity, but before he reached the bed, Savvy quickly murmured, “I don’t know anymore.”
I pretended I didn’t hear her, but the words haunted me all through the night, long after both of my lovers had fallen asleep beside me.
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