Taking Turns (Turning #1)(100)

He takes her hand and places it on my cock and helps her stroke me. Long, slow strokes. Just the way I like it.

I close my eyes and sigh, letting go of Quin. It has been a very long time since the three of us have had this together. And this might be the last. So I’m gonna enjoy it.





Chapter Thirty-Six - Smith




Chella’s eyes are already searching for mine by the time I crouch down in front of her. I’m already helping her with Bric, but I don’t stop there. I help her with Quin too.

I have to close my eyes and take a moment to stop the thrill from taking control.

When I open them again Chella and I are so close, I can’t stop myself. I lean in and kiss her. It’s slow, and soft, and so f*cking sweet.

“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, pulling away just enough to whisper the words in her mouth.

“Yes,” she whispers back.

“Should we keep going?” I ask, still helping her jerk off my friends.

“Yes,” she moans. “Please. Keep going. I need it, Smith.” Her eyes are wide now. Pleading with me to give her what she needs.

“Then let’s do it,” I say, kissing her softly again. “Put them both in your mouth, Chella. Suck them. At the same time.”

Bric and Quin both take two steps closer. Giving her access.

We are a little circle of lust and longing. In this giant room, we take up no more than three square feet. It’s almost a waste, that’s how little room we require to fulfill Marcella Walcott’s fantasy.

She grips their cocks and I let go, letting her wiggle into position. She watches me watch her as she brings their tips to her lips and licks.

A sweep of her tongue for Bric. He grabs her hair and urges her on.

A kiss for Quin. He reaches for her large breast, squeezing, lifting it up and rubbing it against her chin as she closes her eyes and both cocks enter her mouth, the tips of their swollen heads disappearing for a moment, before she backs off.

I take control of her head and turn it towards Bric. She opens for him, takes inside, her tongue pressing flat to accommodate his wide girth.

I help her. I pump her head back and forth. I push her, urge her to take him deeper, push her face up to his pants until his entire cock disappears and she begins to gasp for breath.

Still, I hold her. I hold her there until she calms down and accepts it. Accepts my control.

As soon as she does that I pull her head back, saliva spilling out of her mouth and dripping down her chin. She looks up at me, waiting for what comes next.

I turn her head again. Quin’s cock is waiting. Long, and curved. I make it disappear until Quin reaches down and grabs his balls, pressing them up into her mouth, trying to force them inside.

She chokes, tries to pull back, but all three of us hold her there until she gives up and breathes through her nose, accepting what we’re giving her.

Our eyes are locked together. Black makeup runs down her face. Her hands press against Quin’s thighs, desperate for distance.

“Do you trust me?” I ask.

Chella nods and we all let go. She falls backwards, her hands reaching back to slap the cold, hard marble, and she sucks in long breaths of air.

“Stand up,” I say. Bric grabs her hair and pulls. Not as hard as he usually would. He’s being very gentle with her tonight. When he’s really into the domination stuff, he’s ruthless.

This is him playing nice for my sake.

“More?” I ask her

“Yes,” she says, wiping her mouth.

Quin slaps her hand away and says, “Leave it. We like it wet, Chella.”

She looks at him—and I guarantee, she will never see him the same again. I know how sweet Quin can be when he’s alone with them. But I’m also very familiar with how he likes the quad to go.

Chella nods at him, then her eyes seek out mine.

“Do you want them to f*ck you?” I ask. “Right now? At the same time?”

She nods.

“Speak,” Bric says.

“Yes,” she says, looking at Bric for a panicked moment. “Yes.”

Quin sits down on the couch, slapping his thigh. “Right here, Chella. Sit on my lap and face Bric.”

She inhales, but immediately spreads her legs and begins to position herself on top of Quin so she’s facing Bric.

He looks down at her like he wants to eat her for dessert.

I ease in closer, my hand on her spread-open *. Rubbing, stroking it until she’s looking at me, her mouth open in a little o shape, nothing but moans and whimpers coming out.

Bric pulls some lube out of his suit pocket and squeezes some onto the tips of his fingers. He pushes past my hand and spreads it all over her *.

“You like it in the ass, right, Chella?” he asks.

Chella is so consumed with what I’m doing to her *, she doesn’t answer.

But Bric slaps her tit, making her gasp, and she finds his face like she’s supposed to. “Answer me,” he demands.

“Yes,” she squeaks out.

“Good,” Bric says, rubbing it all over her *. “Because Quin is going to f*ck it right now.”

I reach down and grab Quin’s cock. He leans back into the couch cushions, his arms tightly gripping her stomach. He’s hard, and thick, and that little curve in his shaft will drive her crazy once he’s inside her. I press it against her *, Quin’s hips helping me position him. And then he thrusts.