Page 84 of Temptation
Ash came even closer and removed his hand. Dylan’s head fell again my chest, his forehead pressed right above my boobs. His hot breath washed over my sensitive skin, and like a mindless beast, he caressed my body, playing with my nipples, biting down on my flesh. Ash dragged his cock between Dylan’s ass cheeks, while Dylan pushed back against him, pulling himself out of me.
I didn’t expect it, I wasn’t prepared, but as Ash pressed the head of his cock to Dylan’s entrance, pushing in, sliding through his walls, Dylan pushed forward, slamming inside of me.
“Fuck,” I breathed out. Stars danced behind my eyes as I shut them.
“Oh God.” Dylan’s voice vibrated against my skin. “Fuck. Me.”
“I’m planning to.” Ash laughed, but I could hear the strain in his voice.
He kept pushing in, and with each push, Dylan rocked harder against me, while his entire body shook from restraint. His grip on my hip increased, almost punishing, but I knew he needed this as much as Ash and I did.
I opened my eyes in time to see Ash sliding all the way in, pressing his chest against Dylan’s back.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmured against Dylan’s ear. My legs cramped, but I could wait. I waited for this even without knowing, and I’d be damned if I ruined it for us now.
Dylan’s eyes were hazy, unfocused, and as Ash pulled his hips back and then slammed in, he fulfilled the promise he gave me—he was fucking us both.
Dylan went forward with every push from Ash, his uncoordinated hands sliding all over my body. As Ash started pulling himself upward, he pulled Dylan with him, wrapping his hand around Dylan’s throat. Dylan’s eyes fluttered closed—his cock inside me, his backside getting ravaged by Ash, and my walls clamping down around him.
He probably didn’t even know, but Dylan kept pushing against Ash, seeking more—more friction, more of everything, and all the while, he kept sending slight shocks through my body, pressing against that bundle of nerves inside of me.
“Look at her, Dylan,” Ash said. “Look how beautiful she is. How good she’s taking your cock.”
“Yes,” Dylan hissed as his eyes connected with mine.
“I want you to fuck us both, Dylan. I want you to show me what you need.”
“Gooood,” Dylan moaned as Ash swiveled his hips.
Ash’s hand had a mind of its own, and as Dylan started pushing inside of me, then fucking himself on Ash’s dick, his hand roamed over Dylan’s chest, his tattooed skin a stark contrast to Dylan’s pale one.
Ash pressed his hand against the tattoo of ouroboros that Dylan had in the middle of his chest, grunting every time Dylan pressed himself against him.
The fire built up inside of me, a volcano erupting from the back of my spine, traveling over my shoulders, and connecting with the need to come in the center of my body.
“Faster,” I urged. “Please, please, please.”
Dylan pressed his hand on top of my pelvic bone, his hips pistoning inside of me, the sound of us fucking echoing around the room. The air smelled like sex, desire, need and lust. Ash’s love for me shone in his eyes, while Dylan’s desire mixed with my own.
“I need to come,” Dylan moaned. “God, please.”
His head fell and Ash removed his hand from Dylan’s throat. Dylan flicked my clit once, twice, and I erupted with the scream. My throat constricted, my head flew backward, and my eyes shuttered closed, unable to take the brunt of emotions rushing through me.
My entire body throbbed. The spot where Dylan gripped my hip was already red, and I knew I would have bruises tomorrow. The need to sleep, to drift away, rocked through my body at the same time as Dylan’s cock, searching for release.
“Please, Ash,” he moaned. “I-I can’t—”
And I understood. He was asking him for permission.
Ash gripped Dylan’s hips and started pistoning in, his forehead lined, sweat trickling down his temples. Dylan collapsed on top of me, pushing his ass toward Ash.
“God,” he moaned again. “Please let me come.”
“Not yet,” Ash grunted and threw his head backward. “Not yet, darling.”
I dragged myself away from Dylan, feeling utterly spent, but it was worth it. My legs shook as I tried to pull myself to my knees, but even on shaky legs I managed to place myself to his side. I ran my hand over his sweaty back and then snuck it in between his legs.
He lifted himself on his hands, breathing as if he’d run a marathon, and even without the instructions, I pulled the condom off of his cock, seeing the glistening, red head. Precum leaked over it, the vein popping up on the side, and I ran my finger over it, earning another moan from him.
