Sicko(34)

“Oh!” My legs tighten around his neck as my fingers dive into the loose strands of his hair. I’ve never, not once, had this happen to me. James only took what he wanted and would please him, he was never interested in oral sex on me. Fire burns through my veins as I sink deeper and deeper into the unknown.

His tongue moves with force, slick and wet. “I’m going to get you good and wet, and then we’re both gonna fuck you. Ever done anal?”

I nod my head before I remember he can’t see me. “Yes. Multiple times.”

“Sluts get fucked like sluts. Ever been double-parked?” It takes me a little longer to understand what he’s actually asking me.

“Ah, no…”

“Mmm, maybe not quite as dirty as I thought you were…” He sucks on my clit with enough force to have me reaching for my release. “Too bad that’s about to change.” His tongue dives into my entrance and my head tilts back, my hair long since falling out of its perfect chiffon bun. My release drips over my inner thighs and I feel his tongue curl around each bead of liquid, licking up every last drop. He pauses before he reaches my most deadly secret, and I freeze momentarily. He slides me down his thick body and I fall to the floor at his feet, sandwiched between two bodies that I can’t see. One hand reaches out to the man I’m most acquainted with, while the other absently searches for the other. Please don’t be as big as this one. When my hand connects with his chest, I’m shit out of luck because every muscle swells out of his skin.

Shit.

Think, Jade, think.

I drop to my knees and blindly reach for the other man’s crotch, fiddling with his zipper. “Eager much?” he grunts, but lets me tug them down around his ankles. With my other hand, I reach for the main man, doing the same, pulling his jeans down. Breathing in and out, I reach for both of their cocks and… I’m going to die.

Pulling out the main guy at the same time as the other, I pump the other’s thick shaft in the palm of my hand, swelling and throbbing every second. With the main guy, I run the tip of my thumb over his head, swiping the bead of cum that has surfaced and sucking it into my mouth. I realize they can’t see what I just did, but I’m pretty good at blow jobs.

“That taste good?” he asks, his hands in my hair.

I freeze, not wanting him to be gentle with my hair. It’s something James does. Just as the thought enters my mind, he yanks on it roughly, pulling me closer to his cock. The salty residue sticks to the back of my throat. He slaps me hard across my cheek with his heavy piece.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth harder than you fucked mine.” Leaning down, I flatten out my tongue and press it against his balls, before sliding it up his shaft all while pumping the guy’s next to me.

“Slap me again,” I say, my hand diving between my thighs. A fist is in my hair as he whacks me across my cheek again. My pussy clenches, a moan slipping from my lips. Diving my finger inside of myself, I bring it to the other guy’s cock and use my cum as lube to pump his cock. “Shit.”

Main guy hisses—fucking hisses—and I almost flatline. It was the sexiest sound in the damn world. I want to hear more. Sucking him into my mouth through my soft lips, I take him in deeper, until I feel his tip hit my tonsils. His grip tightens as my pumping gains speed on the other. I go farther, swallowing him whole before swirling my tongue on the way out. I grip him around his cock and pump him before going to the other.

They’re both similar in size from what I can feel—and that’s a whole lot—but I would say the main guy is heavier, a tinge thicker. Angrier. Swallowing him suffocated me.

I move between the two of them, sucking them both into my mouth. It doesn’t take long before the main guy gets agitated and yanks me to my feet by my hair. It was unexpected and hot, sending need and want pooling between my legs. He could get rougher, I can feel it. He’s holding back.

“Touch your toes.”

I stand to my feet, sensing both men towering over me. “Make me.”

Hands clench around my cheeks roughly, shoving my face to his. Main guy again. The dude has issues, clearly, and it just so happens that I want to work them out. “You probably shouldn’t push limits with a man who doesn’t have any.”

My heart races, my thighs clenching. “Neither. Do. I.”

He shoves me forward until I crash into the wall, smacking my face against it. His hand is at the back of my neck, squeezing so tight I need to curl backward before a muscle pops out. He runs his other hand down the curve of my spine before cupping my pussy from behind. “Gonna fuck you while I think of someone else.”

“Funny.” I run my tongue over my swollen lip, wincing slightly when I feel the fresh cut and tang of metal touch the tip of my tongue. “Same.”

Directing my head forward, he bends me over until I’m touching the straps of my heels. I wait a couple of seconds before I feel a tongue tracing up my inner thigh from the back. He pulls me backward farther, until the other guy is in front of me, his fingers twisting in my hair as he tears out what’s left of my ties and pulls me into his crotch. He grips his cock with one hand and before I can see, he slaps me across the cheek with a heavy slap. My thighs clench, sticking together from my dampness.

“That got you all wet, huh?” main guy says from behind, his finger sinking between my folds. “You might last the night after all.” Sucking the guy in front of me into my mouth, the other one extracts his finger and I wait (im)patiently for him to suck on my clit again. Warmth flicks over my anal entrance and I freeze my movements. Unsure how I feel about him tonguing my asshole.