Page 20 of The Shared Game

The sheer drama and noise she was creating affected Aaron. Twitching and moaning with every thrust, he was wanking himself in time with my hips, chasing that sweet release of his own.

“Are you going to make a mess, Aaron?” I teased, thrusting a little deeper to hit that sweet spot he was no doubt discovering for the first time.

“Fuck, yes….” The words came out as a strained gasp, and I felt it: his ass tightening around me.

With hard, decisive tugs, he was coating the side of the table and the carpet beneath him, his cum spilling out in thick, satisfying ropes.

Paisley echoed his arousal, moaning at the sight of me fucking Aaron’s ass to completion. It was hot as fuck being watched while taking Aaron’s virginity, his ass gripping around me with chaotic spasms, as if to topple me over the edge too.

I held tight. I didn’t stop fucking him, but I had another prize. I wanted to fuck Paisley. I wanted to make her come so hard she rescinded her comment about one man not being enough. I had my eye on the prize, and my competitive side was ready to play.

I withdrew from Aaron, letting him slump over the table. He fought to catch his breath and smiled wider than I’d ever seen before.

“You okay there? The first time can be a bit….”

“Perfect.” Aaron cut me off.

With surprising speed, he turned and surged toward me to steal a kiss. I sighed into it, feeling his body press against mine, his hard frame against my own, his heart pounding so hard, saying all of the things he wanted to but couldn’t find the words.

We parted, Paisley watching our every move and still toying lazily with her pussy, her legs wide and her panties now completely discarded.

“You didn’t come?” She nodded toward my erection, still twitching and ready for more.

“No.”

The word meant more than an answer, and she knew it. It was a challenge that I was ready for her now, if she was ready for me.

“Not too tired to go again?” If her question wasn’t obvious enough, she spread her legs just a little wider, the invitation undeniable.

“I haven’t even gotten started….” I pulled out a fresh condom and fisted my cock, ready to fuck her harder than I’d fucked Aaron.

Ten - Paisley

I thought watching them together was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed. If the evening ended right there, I wouldn’t have complained one bit. I would have dressed, gone home, and fucked myself silly to the memory of what I’d just seen. I’d already climaxed once, the kind of body-trembling, screaming climax at your own hand that only happens when something special happens.

But that wasn’t what my pussy wanted. She’d seen something horny as fuck, and was hungrier than ever. Thankfully, so was Kevin.

He moved toward me with his confident swagger, his hard cock pointing and bobbing like an arrow leading the way. My body responded completely on autopilot, opening my legs wider and inviting him between them.

“You look so fucking sexy like that.” He drawled as he neared, dropping to his knees to take his place.

“You looked pretty hot yourself, fucking Aaron.” I quipped back. “You sure you can handle another round?”

He didn’t answer. He simply surged forward, burying his fat cock inside me with one decisive thrust. I was so turned on there was no resistance. So wet that I took him easily, despite his impressive size. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Kevin grunted, settling into a steady rhythm.

“She’s fucking hungry. And so am I….” I looped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, pulling him deeper, pulling his lips to meet mine.

His tongue found mine as we fucked, his hips rutting into me with the kind of steady staccato thrusts that would have me coming and gasping for more in no time at all.

I had to admit, he lived up to his bravado. I worried he might simply jackhammer into me, relying on the sheer size of his cock to do the work, but the angle of his entry, the pace of his thrusts, the way he held me; he was good, in the best possible way.

As our lips parted, I glanced up to see Aaron standing next to me, watching our union with a much more confident, relaxed expression. It appeared that Kevin had fucked the nerves right out of him.

His cock was spent and leaking, but still within reaching distance. I debated whether to simply let him watch and enjoy the show, or drag him into joining for a microsecond before deciding that having two cocks to myself was about the hottest fucking thing I could think of.

I grabbed for him, tugging his cock and savoring its surprising weight, despite its semi-flaccid state. Aaron groaned into it, his back arching and his eyes rolling back into his head.