Page 35 of Cuffed to my Roomies
“Wait,” I said, “I want to watch.”
“Then I’ll watch, too,” Derek said, “Brett, you have our attention. Now start fucking her before I cut in line and take my turn.” I tried to laugh but all the sensations were too intense.
Then as Brett’s impossibly big, rigid cock rubbed against my pussy, I clenched, biting my lip. Derek rubbed his thumb across my lower lip and I sucked it rhythmically, needed it in my mouth, needing to be filled in every way, wanton and desperate to come. I felt dizzy, everything going blurry at the edges as Brett finally eased into me, just an inch, pausing so I could adjust to the size of him, the thickness. I was wet, so wet but his size made it a heavy invasion. I stretched to fit around him, gasping as he went in all the way with a single, powerful thrust. I knew my eyes rolled back in my head. Derek kissed me as my eyes dropped shut. I felt lightheaded, consumed by the overwhelming sensations competing for my attention, competing for my pleasure. Derek’s fingers plucking at my nipples, Brett’s heavy thrusts, the warmth of Derek’s kiss and the press of Brett’s fingers into my twisting hips. He held me down, held me still so I could receive his thrusts, so I couldn’t squirm away and avoid some of the shuddering, mind altering bolts of pleasure ripping me apart.
“Baby,” Derek’s voice broke through to me, “You’ve gotta breathe. You’re holding your breath and you’ll pass out.”
My eyes flew open. I met Brett’s intense gaze and nodded, taking a measured, slow breath and relaxed my tensed muscles so I could accept all of his length inside me. I felt him, all of him, as he moved inside me, his thrusts deep and fast. Sweat shone on his brow as he leaned in to kiss me. My lips clung to his. Derek’s arms tightened around me and I felt the solid support of his body, slick with sweat, behind me. Brett hooked one of my legs over his hips and changed up the angle, going in deep and slower with his thrusts as if each one was deliberately designed to erode what little control I had left. I was afraid of the orgasm I felt building inside me. I couldn’t fight it back. There was nothing I could do to stop it, even though I felt like I would tear me apart, that I’d black out because the pleasure was already too powerful. I’d lose my sanity entirely. I already had, maybe. I reached down and grabbed Derek’s hand, laced my fingers with his and held on.
“I’ve got you, baby, I’ll hold you the whole time. Just let go,” he begged from behind me.
His mouth was at my neck, his other arm around my stomach, as I watched Brett move in and out of me, shattering my resistance until I was crying out with every thrust and jerking, shrieking with my orgasm. Brett never stopped, his rhythm like the moon pulling the tides until I felt him tighten and spill with a hot rush inside me. It was new, foreign to feel that sensation and I bucked in Derek’s arms when Brett came. Then he rolled off of me and embraced me. I let him hold me, stroke my hair, whisper that I was so beautiful.
Brett had been so deep inside of me, and I felt so connected to him. My whole body shook from the aftermath, like I was coming off of a high. He reached out and gripped my hand in his, our fingers laced together. It felt like that link to him was the only thing keeping me from floating away. My body gave little involuntary jerks as if the orgasm itself was earthquake-strong with aftershocks all its own.
Derek slid off the bed, came back with a warm washcloth. He cleaned up the remnants of my lovemaking with Brett, and then he spooned behind me, holding me loosely, reassuringly, as Brett and I kissed and touched, as Brett petted me and whispered to me. He kissed my forehead, my eyelids, my face a hundred times. I leaned on his shoulder and rested there. Derek held me close against his chest as well, and I felt utterly safe, secure, tired.
“Not too tired for me, I hope,” Derek’s voice came, as if he knew what I’d been thinking. He stroked my face gently.
“I need a minute,” I said, drifting off between them, cradled in their arms. I fell asleep, sweetly, warm and safe.
After a while, I woke to Derek nuzzling my neck. “Mmm,” I sighed with a sleepy smile.
“I let you sleep for an hour. It damn near killed me. I don’t think I can wait any longer. Lying this close to you, smelling your sweet pussy in this room, and the flashes of how hot it was watching the two of you, holding you while you did it.”
