Page 39 of Altered By Fire (Undercover Sinners 1)
If only they were as lucky as me.
I move my hips hard and fast, grinding down against Weston's thick, hard cock. I can feel at least three piercings—one at the tip, and two along the length of his shaft. It's like having a few extra fingers down there, teasing all my best parts.
West lifts his left hand and cups my breast through the nun's habit, pulling his lips from my mouth to kiss the side of my neck. He licks my throbbing pulse, encouraging me to work harder and faster, grind our slick hungry bodies together towards orgasm.
We both pause though when the door opens, and Colt slips into the room, locking it behind him.
"I give up, bro," he says, his eyes twinkling as he takes the two of us in with a look of hunger that has my cunt clamping down and squeezing Weston with every ounce of power I have. The constriction of my muscles makes Weston curse as he spears his friend with a violent glare. "You guys are making all these sounds …"
"Nobody invited you," West snaps, but he doesn't say anything as Colt frees his dick and wraps his hand around the base, working himself with a few sure strokes before he comes over and crawls onto the bed behind me.
My pulse is working overtime, making me dizzy as he drags my hair over my shoulder, those few loose strands that've escaped the nun's habit tickling my flesh. I think he's waiting to see if I'll tell him no or ask him to leave.
I don't.
Instead, I gasp as Colt takes two handfuls of the scratchy old cloth and tears it over my head, chucking it side. He scoots closer to me and teases my back with his shaft.
"Weston's too sick to properly take care of you: let me help." Colt scoots in closer and starts kissing all the places that West just took care of. Goose bumps break out across my skin. There's nothing so delicious as feeling one man kiss the spot another just vacated. They each have their own style, their own feel, and my body loves the contrast.
"You son of a bitch," West sighs, but he's clearly given up. That, and he must feel how excited I am as my muscles tighten, and I rock back and forth on his dick, my palms rubbing over the hard points of his nipples.
"Where do you want me?" Colt asks, putting his lips to my ear and making me shiver.
"What do you mean?" I ask, and the low sound of his chuckle makes me clench again.
"Shit, dude, you're going to make me come if you keep fucking with her like that," West snaps at his friend. They must be super close if they're willing to share a girl like this. Based on their interaction, I doubt it's the first time.
"I mean," Colt continues, licking the shell of my ear. "Do you want me in the back … or the front?"
"Weston's already in the front," I start, but I'm intrigued. Colt seems to know what he's doing so … what the hell? "Can you really get it in there?" He just laughs at me, standing up off the bed and making his way over to the other side of the room. There's a second bed in here, like maybe the two men share. He opens a drawer on the nightstand and withdraws a bottle of lube, slicking up his dick with several strokes before he takes his place behind me.
The old mattress shifts as Colt pushes me forward with a single palm on my back, smashing my now bare (and still aching) breasts against Weston's hot, sweaty chest. Colt maneuvers behind me, pushing the head of his shaft up against my opening, alongside Weston's dick. At first, it doesn't feel like this is going to work, like the man is crazy, but as he pushes forward, I get this wild tight feeling and then … he slips the rest of the way in.
The pleasure is so intense that I end up biting West's other shoulder, just about the same spot where the GSW is. Oh well. At least he can match on both sides, right?
All three of us moan as Colt starts to move, slicking his shaft along Weston's and rubbing against my fully stretched cunt. It's so intense that I know I'm not going to last long. Luckily, I don't think either of the guys is either. This isn't a position that's meant to go on forever.
I shift and adjust myself so that my clit starts to rub with each of Colt's thrusts, making heat pool in my lower belly. My nipples pebble so tightly that they start to hurt, and my breathing devolves into these rapid, gasping breaths.
Weston comes first, clamping down so tight on my hips that I'll definitely have bruises in the morning. He throws his head back and explodes inside of me, but Colt doesn't stop moving. If anything, his friend's orgasm makes him move faster, fuck harder.
