Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(86)

There was pressure against her ass and something pushed inside. She could only assume it was one finger because there wasn’t any pain. Sarah focused on Dylan, on the way he continued to move inside her, his hands now fondling her breasts as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of Tristan’s cock.

“Fuck, yes,” Dylan hissed.

She knew he liked this. Even if she didn’t understand that aspect of it, she realized he truly did want to watch as these men pleasured her. No way could she give that too much thought because then she’d have to wonder why she liked it so much, too. When she had realized there was one man in the room with her and Dylan, she’d been surprised. But when she’d realized there were two men … Sarah hadn’t been sure what to expect.

But the truth was, she was enjoying this. The way they looked at her, the sexy words, the rough growls. Although she was at the center of it all, and they were in total control, she felt empowered.

Tristan’s hand cupped the top of her head, and he held her still while he began feeding his cock deeper into her mouth. Sarah tried to focus on that, but she was having a hard time. Her body was overstimulated. Dylan fucking her pussy, Chris moving behind her, Tristan fucking her mouth.

Suddenly, all of the movements intensified and she felt Chris pushing into her. This time she knew it wasn’t his fingers. He was guiding his dick into her ass. Every muscle in her body tightened, but so did Dylan’s grip on her nipples. She cried out from the pleasure-pain that shot through her.

“So fucking tight,” Chris groaned behind her. “That’s it, Sarah. Let me fuck that sweet ass.”

Her pussy clenched around Dylan’s dick, making him growl.

“Fuck, yes,” Tristan groaned. “Such a sweet mouth. That’s it, sweet girl, suck me. Just like that.”

Sarah had no choice but to allow these three men to take over and they did. She couldn’t focus on any one thing because they were all fucking into her, filling her. It was an incredible feeling, being this full. The erotic friction of Dylan’s cock tunneling in and out of her pussy warred with the overwhelming pressure of Chris fucking her ass. It was too much but not enough at the same time.

The biggest concern she had…

Whether or not she would be able to come because she couldn’t seem to focus.



DYLAN WAS HANGING BY A thread. He could feel Chris’s shaft sliding against his inside Sarah’s body. She was so fucking tight, her muscles clutching his dick, her body pulling him deeper, and there was only a thin membrane separating him from Chris. Thanks to the combined weight of Sarah and Chris, Dylan couldn’t move, other than to thrust up into her while Chris fucked her from behind. He allowed Chris’s momentum to drive them while he focused on the way Tristan fucked her mouth.

The woman was driving him to the brink of insanity. Her soft moans, sexy mewls, and the way her fingernails dug into his chest now that she’d planted her hands flat against him were too much. There was no denying that she was hovering right there on the brink with him.

Tristan pulled his cock from her mouth but stroked himself against her lips while Dylan watched. He wished he could’ve seen both men fucking her, but he wouldn’t trade this spot for his life. Being inside Sarah, watching as she writhed and moaned, her body splintering from the sensations… Best spot in the house.

“Fuck me,” Sarah begged. “Harder. Need … more…”

Dylan gripped her hips, holding her still while Chris began pounding against her ass. Dylan thrust deeper inside her, retreating slightly, slamming in again while she rocked above him.

Chris’s hand slipped around, sliding down her stomach toward the apex of her thighs. Dylan watched Sarah’s face as Chris fondled the tiny bundle of nerves.

“Yes … yes … yes… Oh, God. Oh, God… Dylan! It’s too much… I’m gonna…” Sarah screamed.

Sarah’s orgasm triggered his. Dylan’s release slammed into him as he came with a growl at the same time Chris impaled her one last time, his groan echoing in the room.

And then it was Tristan’s turn. He guided his cock back into Sarah’s mouth as Dylan lay there and watched. He couldn’t look away as Tristan used her for his own pleasure. He knew how good her mouth was.

“Gonna come, sweet girl… Oh, fuck, yes.” Before he came, Tristan pulled out of her mouth, cum spurting onto her back as she locked eyes with Dylan.

When it was over, Dylan pulled Sarah down on him, cradling her head to his chest as he fought to breathe. The bed shifted; Chris and Tristan disappeared. He could hear them moving around.

As they lay there, Tristan quickly cleaned Sarah, using a washcloth on her back and her ass. Dylan would’ve thanked him for the thoughtfulness if he could have woven at least a couple of words together. As it was, he was emotionally and physically drained.

While he lay there with his eyes closed, his arms around Sarah, he listened to the sounds in the room. Cleaning up, getting dressed. Then the sound of the door opening and shutting, leaving them in silence.

Dylan realized Sarah had fallen asleep on him. He didn’t want to wake her, so he settled on holding her for a little while.

He tried not to think, not to worry.

It was a hell of a lot harder than it should’ve been.

His thoughts were all over the place.

“I remember them,” Sarah said softly.