Page 39 of Washed Up
I’m not sure about anything anymore, at least not enough to bet my life savings on.
He presses his thumb on my clit, knuckles curled against my abdomen. I don’t understand it, but it’s like he’s squeezing something inside of me, and I can’t get enough of it. I skate closer to release. My nipples are now two flushed peaks. He bites. He fucking leaves teeth-marks behind.
“So close.” His thrusts slow. He does something that changes the angle of him inside of me. “And…now.” He sends me over the edge, like it’s no effort at all.
I let the flood of it consume me. I succumb. Ride that wave of rapture. Wynter pulls out of me and peels off the condom. He finishes over my belly. I’m startled by how intimate that makes it feel.
Messy, too, mind.
Right on cue, Reid’s there on clean-up duty. He licks me until every drop is gone.
It’s only once he’s done that I realise Max has completely undressed and is sitting on the sofa jacking himself off.
“Want some of that next?” Reid whispers in my ear. “Now that Wynter’s warmed you up?”
God, yes, I want it, even though it makes me feel greedy.
Fuck that.
It’s pleasure we all deserve.
Wynter and Reid lift me between them and settle me on Max’s lap with my back to his torso. I’m about to protest. I wantto be face-to-face with my gentle giant, but then I think about what I might miss if Reid and Wynter are out of my field of view.
“Lift, Iris.”
Max wraps his cock and then positions himself. He pushes up as I sink down. I encompass less than half of him at first. It takes some jostling, and riding him at a steady pace before I can take him to the root. He’s a big guy, and proportionally big all over. When I do take him all the way, it leaves me splayed wide.
Reid uses that as an invitation to go down. His tongue finds my clit but barely lingers. Rather, his attention roams, taking him to the juncture of my and Max’s genitals. He licks me. He licks his bandmates shaft.
“Fucker,” Max groans and croons, rocking into me harder. “Suck ’em. Yeah!”
Reid sucks Max’s balls, and I suspect even gives his pucker a tickle. Max comes urgently as a result, flooding the condom with his release.
Reid topples backward with a self-satisfied grin on his face. “My turn.” He stretches out on his back, kicks off his joggers and rolls on a condom, then beckons me with a curl of his finger. “Come and get it, Ariel. You know you want to.”
It happens that he’s right. My inhibitions have flown, along with my reservations. There’s even something deliciously subversive about sinking over him while I’m still wet from having two other men fuck me.
He makes another few deep strokes, getting us familiar.
It’s not long before he gets a glazed sort of look in his eyes.
“Don’t come yet.” He sighs, mouth open. “Need this to last a little bit more. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. You’re absolutely sopping. I love it. I love you. I fucking love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I feel breath on my neck, and a hand brushes my hair aside. Wynter presses against my back. “You don’t mind if I intrude onthis love fest, do you?” He begins grinding against me in a way that pushes his cock against my arse. He’s at full tilt again. Fast recovery time.
“Is this virgin territory?” he asks, massaging his cock against my pucker. He begins grinding against me, more insistently. Reid’s thrusts push me against him, again and again, so that his cock slides into my crack and nudges my hole. “I’m kinda hoping not, much as I’d enjoy being your first—”
“It’s not.”
“So, you’re game?”
Max, who I suspect might have drifted off for a moment after his O, jerks upright. “Man, I love it when you two do it together.”
Together!
“What do you think, Iris?”
