Page 59 of Ache
“Touch me,” I plead, jutting my hips back toward him.
Alec bites my clit and I yelp. “I’m not through with you.”
“I’m sorry.” I ease back onto his face, allowing his mouth to ravage me once again.
He groans as he wraps his arms around my thighs and eats away at my pussy. I’m trapped now, in a vulnerable position. A position Tage takes full advantage of.
I feel the dip of his finger inside my soaked entrance and the trace of the slick tip around my exposed button hole. I breathe heavily, fighting to keep my bearings as he penetrates me skull-splittingly slow.
Fuck.
“So fucking sweet,” he hums as he fingers me. I pant, fighting not to come. Everything down south compresses, the pressure building monumentally, minute by painstaking minute.
The two of them work as a skilled team to keep me wet and relax my tight muscles.
Alec licking and sucking, while Tage dips and fingers both my holes, sometimes simultaneously.
When he’s able to stretch three fingers inside me, I’m ready. Ready for him. Ready for him to take me. For them both to take me.
“Alec, Tage,” I whine desperately when I feel the tip of Tage’s cock breech my entrance.
“Keep breathing, baby.” Tage fights his way into my body, his fingertips digging into my hip bones. In and out in small, punchy thrusts, he breaks me like a wild horse. “Fuck. Mine,” he heaves once he’s fully seated inside. My muscles adjust, contracting around his cock.
“Mine, too.” Alec slides his way up my body, dragging his tongue along my torso as he goes. Once he reaches my chest, he doesn’t even bother unhooking my bra, he just rips the material down so my tits pop out. He sucks and licks each nipple keenly as he guides the head of his erection to my wanton pussy.
Yes, yes, yes,I internally chant as he drives inside me. For a split second, I black out from the bliss. There’s no feeling remotely close to those first few moments of overwhelming fullness or the several split seconds of euphoric force that’s like a semiconductor frying my brain.
The urge to come is catastrophic. Each of us contributing to a chorus of animalistic sounds. Alec kisses me as he thrusts inside me, the taste of my arousal is potent on his lips.
The embrace doesn’t last as Tage yanks on my hair, breaking our embrace, savagely burying himself to the hilt.
“You’re so tight.” Tage clenches jaw. “And wet.” Alec punches again, and I scream from the ungodly pressure and compulsion to come.
“I’m so close,” I cry, panting like crazy person. My back is as slick with sweat as my pussy is with desire.
“Ride us.” Tage stops moving. “Ride us both until you come.” It’s quiet in my head for a fraction of a second as they ease up on me, both slowing to almost a halt.
I am finally able to open my eyes, and when I do, I find Alec staring back at me, irises more electric than a current.
“Come. Come all over me,” he heaves, expression untamed.
I have no other choice than to give in to his request. I want to come more than anything. And I want them both inside me when I do.
I move awkwardly at first, searching for the right rhythm, but when I finally find it, it’s a powerhouse of pleasure.
I fuck them both in a seesaw-like motion until my body is splitting. Until my heart is pounding, my tendons are tearing, and my inner walls are constricting so tightly I cut off the blood supply to Tage’s and Alec’s cocks.
I crack, coming so hard tears actually escape down my cheeks. The altitude combined with the bodily rush thins my intake of air right before I lose control of all bodily functions, climaxing at the peak of our crowning point. A mishmash of hands, lips, and tongues accompany our climatic journey. I lose track of what happens next as the white noise takes over. Stealing my sight and every sound.
Gradually, I recover from the bombing as the man above me and the man below me rebound from their own release.
A domino effect ensues, I collapse on Alec and Tage collapses on me. The three of us exhausted, physically taxed, and completely spent.
I still don’t know how this became my life, but I wouldn’t change it, sell it, or trade it for anything in the entire world.
* * *
It’s lateby the time we get to the hotel. My mother has called Alec six times, and he has ignored each call under Tage’s direction. My de-stressor has worn off, and I am back to being high-strung. I have no idea how I’m going to sleep tonight. Just the thought of seeing Gunner in the morning . . . . My stomach flip-flops. I was never a huge fan of him, even as a child. He was just creepy. Always looking at me with those dark, shifty eyes. When he decided to rip away my freedom, my dislike grew by leaps and bounds, morphing straight into hatred. I still get hives just thinking about that room, the locked door, the loneliness, the despair. I was dying. Wasting away until the day I met Tage.
