Page 25 of To the Moon and Back

I nodded and closed my eyes. “Yes.” My entire body was buzzing with need. I wanted to pump and grind, have those two cocks drive me to orgasm and then come wild and feral around them.

“Lacy, open up.” Rich’s voice.

I opened my eyes.

Rich had his cock out and was holding it so the tip was almost brushing my lips.

I knew what he wanted.

I stretched my jaw wide, awaiting the familiar flavor of his cock.

He slid it in, his glans smooth and shiny on my tongue.

“Jesus Christ,” Chris moaned, gripping my hips and encouraging me to grind on him again.

I did. Jed gasped, half pulled out of my ass, then slid back in.

I struggled to catch my breath. I was so full, so heavily penetrated. I hardly knew where they stopped and I began.

But what I did know was that we’d all come very soon.

The sweet salt of pre-cum laced my tongue and I started to move, slowly at first, then building to a fast tempo.

The pressure was mounting in my clit, pussy and ass. My nipples dragged on Chris’s chest. My mouth was chock-full of cock.

“Come, all of you come,” Nial said breathlessly.

The sound of flesh on flesh—slapping, sliding, rubbing—combined with an almighty crash from the heavens. Bright lights flashed around the room, in my head, through my body.

I was on fire, the flames being stoked by every pump and grind. And then it was there, a huge orgasm so powerful I wondered if I’d even survive it.

I held my breath, my body hostage to ecstasy. And then it crashed through me, sending my limbs into spasm and my ass and pussy into a tidal wave of blissful contractions.

“Ah, I’m coming,” Chris shouted.

Jed’s cock pulsated as he claimed his pleasure.

Rich pulled from my mouth, cum spurting from his cock into his hand. He groaned and ran his fingers into my hair, holding my head as he rubbed out his climax.

“Ah, fuck.” Chris reared up, latching his mouth onto my neck and sucking.

The sting of the hickey combined with every other luscious sensation careering through my body.

I jerked and writhed, twitching around the two cocks in me, and finally dragged in a deep breath.

“You were sensational, Lacy,” Nial said, awe in his voice. “Fucking spectacular.”

Chapter Eight

Six Months Later

“Are you ready?” Ted, our manager, asked me.

I nodded then tapped my hair. It was red now and for this performance in Edinburgh I’d had it piled up into a beehive style. I had on black lipstick and winged black eyeliner. My dress was vintage and I had a new tattoo on my forearm, more musical notes along with a moon and stars.

Rich gripped my hand. “Break a leg.”

“And you.”

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