Page 49 of The Perfect Ingredient
Hessou lets go of my left leg and reaches for the bottle again, pouring more oil into his palm. He slicks Jean’s cock slowly with it, both of them watching me while he strokes.
And then Jean is pressing forward.
He breathes deeply once and Hessou steadies him from behind, one hand on his lower back, the other curling around the base of Jean’s cock, guiding it.
I feel the head press to me.
Jean groans.
“God, you’re—” he starts, but can’t finish. His voice breaks.
I try to tilt my hips in his grasp, open myself further, my legs loose over his shoulders now. The oil makes everything slick, every movement fluid and gleaming.
“Come on,” I whisper. “Don’t make me wait.”
Hessou chuckles softly behind him.
“He can’t help it,mon amour,” he says, tone warm. “You feel like heaven.”
Jean enters inch by inch, and every part of me tightens to accommodate him, hands clutching the sheets. I cry out, loving the feeling offullness.Of something massive and hot and alive pressing its way inside me.
“You’re taking him so well,” Hessou murmurs to me. “Look at you, swallowing him whole.”
Jean gasps as his hips crash into mine, buried to the hilt, thick and pulsing inside me. He lets out a broken sound, somewhere between a moan and a whimper. And I can understand him well, because I let sounds of my own escape my lips, feeling completely wrecked.
One of his hands clamps tight on my hip, the other beside my ribs, his whole body braced like a man hanging on the edge of a cliff. I clench around him just to feel him twitch—because Ineedto feel that hot stretch, that helpless jolt—and he drops his head with a broken, “Fuck.”
“You’re squeezing me so tight,” he pants, hips jerking once. “If I move I’m not going to last.”
“Don’t youdare,” I say, feeling him twitch even more inside me. “Don’t hold back.Move.I want it. I want it so bad—please—”
Jean thrusts once and then his entire body locks up, his cock jerks violently inside me before he lets out a cry. I barely have time to protest before I feel the first thick pulse of his release flooding me hot and sudden, far too soon.
“Oh, you—” I start, but he’s dragging himself out, his cock slick and throbbing, dripping cum onto my thighs before he strokes himself roughly over my stomach.
The first thick spurt lands heavy across my navel, thick as cream, and then another follows, splattering against my ribs. He gasps, his hips jerking helplessly as he paints me in pearl-white until my skin is sticky and glistening with it.
Hessou laughs low as he shifts closer, moving from behind Jean to my side. His fingers trail through the mess on my navel before he brings them to my lips.
“Look at him,” he murmurs, pushing his fingers into my mouth. “Couldn’t even last a minute inside you.”
I suck the taste of Jean from Hessou’s fingers, annoyed, but undeniably pleased by the sheer excess of it. Jean pants above me, his cock still hard and flushed, twitching as another few drops spill from the tip.
“I—I’m sorry,” he breathes, chest heaving. “You squeezed me too tight, I couldn’t—I just—”
“You didn’t even try,” I say, spreading my legs wider and letting some of his cum drip out of me. “But I suppose I can’t blame you.” I drag my fingers through the mess on my stomach, smearing it over my skin before lifting them to his lips the same way Hessou did to me.
Jean’s mouth closes over my fingers without a second of hesitation, his tongue hot and eager as he licks my fingers clean.His cock jumps against me, already begging for more, and I can’t help but smile—he’s never satisfied after coming just once.
Hessou leans in when Jean pulls away from my fingers, his tongue flicking out to catch the last glistening trace of cum at the corner of Jean’s swollen lips before kissing him. My hand fists around my own cock, stroking slowly as I watch them, the heat in my gut increasing with every slick sound of their mouths meeting.
Jean whines, his hips jerking forward helplessly, and Hessou hums against his mouth, one hand cupping Jean’s jaw while the other trails down to press between my thighs, fingers slipping easily into the mess Jean left inside me. The stretch is delicious, my hole still loose and dripping, and I moan shamelessly as Hessou’s fingers push deeper, scooping up the thick spill of Jean’s cum before drawing his hand back.
“It’s all right,chéri,” Hessou murmurs, dragging his wet fingers over Jean’s parted lips. “You get to try again.”
Hessou kisses him again, deeper this time, swallowing every one of Jean’s needy sounds. I can’t stop touching myself to the sight, my fist sliding up and down my length in tight, greedy strokes. I arch into the bed, spreading my legs wider, trying to get their attention back to where I’m aching.
“So good for us,” Hessou breathes against Jean’s mouth before pulling back to look at me, his fingers finding my hole again. “Even better now, hm? So soft and full of him.” He curls his fingers inside, pressing against that spot that makes my vision blur, and I gasp, my toes curling into the sheets.
