Page 35 of Indiscretion: Reckless Sin
Ainsley James Dylan
Hisgriniswickedmischievous and I fucking love it. It’s quite literally the sexiest thing of all time. His hooded eyes take me all in, not appearing bothered in the slightest that one of his best friends is curled around me like a koala bear. And if I’m being completely honest with myself, I’m not upset about it either outside of it limiting my mobility.
Not enough to keep me from getting him off though.
Looking back down at my newest fascination, I have to bite into my lower lip to keep from sighing at the sheer thought of what kind of pleasure that weapon of mass destruction could bring me.
My hands move seemingly of their own accord while I’m stuck locked in a trance with the monster dick that somehow appears to be getting bigger still.
Running my hands up Dexter’s muscular thighs I reach up to his waistband, pulling the fabric down slowly—teasingly. There’s lust in the air, his face tells me everything about how he’s feeling. He’s ready to ruin me for the rest of the world and I’m ready to let him.
When his dick finally makes its grand appearance, I fight the urge to blanch at the intimidating appendage. Remembering the comments he made about how he’d be happy to show me the differences in how his piercings felt compared to Ezra’s has excitement rushing through me, all the way down to my tippy toes.
“What are they?” I question, fighting the urge to touch it.
“The one on top is called a King’s Crown,” he says, grabbing his dick and stroking it once roughly, on the upstroke running his thumb over the curved barbell that pierces the ridge at the head of his excessive penis. “The one on the bottom is a frenum piercing. Similar to Ezra’s, only he has a full ladder, whereas I basically only have the top rung,” he chuckles darkly causing a full body shiver to run through me in remembrance of how stimulating Ezra’s cock jewelry is. “And this last one is a simple pelvic piercing. It’s only purpose is to stimulate you when you grind your clit on me when we finally fuck.”
I’ve been rendered entirely speechless. My mouth feels dry and my pussy wet. Thoughts of him grabbing me and bending me over this couch to fuck me hard enough that my screams of ecstasy wakes up all the guys is making me needing and aching.
Reaching up, I place my hand on his in a silent order to let me take over. I can’t grasp him fully with just one hand so I use both and without hesitation, I scoot myself up and wrap my lips around his thick cockhead. The moan he lets loose is music to my ears and I go to work just so I can hear it again and again and again.
There’s zero percent chance I can fit him all the way down my throat but that doesn’t stop me from doing my best. Using my hands and mouth in tandem, I push myself as far down as I can go while pumping the base of his erection. I can feel the pulse of the throbbing vein on the underside of his dick and I can’t help but succumb to my deep urge to release his dick from my lips and trace the two barbells at his head with my tongue and then down that vein to his balls.
“Fuck, that feels so good baby.”
Bringing the tip of my finger down to where my mouth is, I explore what brings him closer to coming. He likes it when I stimulate his perineum and balls—a lot. He groans so loudly, he wakes Cyan, who wastes no time getting in on the action.
“Oh, hell yeah,” I hear him say as he takes in the scene before him. He’s quiet enough that he doesn’t wake the others and it’s surprising considering I’m not sure we’ve made any real effort to stay quiet. In fact, there’s a sick part of me that wants them to wake up.
Memories of the one time they all touched me at once assaults me and looking back to only a few days ago, it all seems fairly innocent in comparison to the things that have happened since. The eroticism of having all of their hands on me at once though is unmatched. Even the idea of the collision of our bodies, hands, mouths… Us coming together as one, it’s the stuff my new fantasies are made of.
While I continue to tease the fuck out of Dexter, Cyan starts pulling off the borrowed sweats I’m wearing and my excitement grows exponentially. How is that possible? I have no idea. But my pussy clenches and I’m so wet already. No doubt thanks to all the buildup I’ve done with Dex. Who knew that foreplay on someone else was damn near enough to get me off too?
You live and you learn, I guess. My inexperience is a blessing and a curse at times. Honestly though, I don’t think I’d ever have been able to feel with anyone else what I do with these men.
A soft, wet tongue meets my clit and now I’m the one moaning. My mouth is back on Dexter’s dick and the vibrations from my throat have him gripping the back of my head, while he pumps his hips just enough to make me gag. I don’t care though. I want it all. I want him to use me, mark me. I want him to make me his entirely.
At the telltale sound of a condom wrapper, I release Dex with a loud pop sounding all around us thanks to the suction of my mouth. Even that turns me on.
“Hold on, Dex,” I whisper, sitting up and leaning toward Cyan and kissing him soundly on the mouth, tangling my tongue with his in a frantic sort of way. I need him to know that he has my attention too. That he matters equally in this situation.
I’m so hungry for him. The same I am for Dexter.
If he has any aversion to the fact that the same mouth he’s kissing was just on his bestie's cock, he makes no mention of it, kissing me back with fervor. He leans me back down over Dex only this time he’s at my back and I can feel the beast digging into me from behind. If he weren’t such a giant, I’d attempt to let him take my ass. Alas, it’s a virgin hole and entirely unready to stretch and accommodate my man’s monster.
Cyan lines his equally impressive dick up at my entrance and pushes forward with ease now that I’m so wet and ready. Dexter reaches his arms around me and up under my shirt to fondle my tits and arouse my nipples to overly sensitive peaks while kissing lines up and down the side of my neck.
With me already being worked up and getting worked over by both guys at once, it only takes a few short minutes before my inner walls are clamping down hard on Cyan’s cock. I’m coming so hard it sucks the breath from my chest. The sound that escapes me is loud and I’m thankful for Dexter’s assistance when he muffles the noise against the palm of his hand.
Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss.
Cyan’s thrusts never waver, growing steadily faster as he chases his own orgasm and when his breathing picks up and his neck muscles strain as his head tips back, I’m in awe of his beauty. He comes silently but not without passion.
He rests his forehead against my own for a minute, simply staring at me with all the love and care in the world passing between us. It’s as if we’re alone for this brief second in time and he manages to understand what I’m silently telling him.
When he pulls out, I’m quickly picked up enough to be readjusted so I’m now leaning over the armrest of the couch and Dexter makes all of my fantasies come true.
It’s like I manifested this shit with a single thought.
