Page 47 of Here In Your Arms

“Ever been plugged, sweetheart?” Kyle asks.

My eyes are wide as I shake my head. I’ve heard of people using butt plugs, but I’ve never tried it before. I am a mix of interest and trepidation at the idea. Kyle’s eyes roll back in his head at something Wes is doing, and I bring my attention back to Wes.

“Do you want to try it?” Wes asks. “We have some small ones to start with.”

Biting my lip, I shake my head. “Maybe next time.”

“Of course, no pressure, precious,” Wes croons at me. “I think Kyle here might need some more attention, though. Can you wrap that beautiful mouth around his cock?”

I nod frantically, triggering Kyle to pull his body up and move to straddle my chest. He leans forward, positioning his hardness at my mouth, breathing hard. My mouth opens to lick the bead of precum that’s starting to drip down his length. Hissing in pleasure, his hips twitch to drive a little closer and I take the opportunity to bring him into my mouth fully.

As I lick Kyle’s cock, I feel Wes’ wet tongue on my pussy again. A moan of pleasure escapes my throat and Kyle lets out a strangled noise. Encouraged, I suck harder, bobbing my head as much as I can up and down. He thrusts with me, hitting the back of my throat a few times, and I’m grateful that I don’t have much of a gag reflex.

My muscles tense more as Wes attacks my pussy, licking and flicking at my clit. He pulls my labia into his mouth and rims my entrance with his tongue, lapping at anything he can reach with his mouth. I feel the pressure rising, my muscles tensing and nerve endings lighting up with pleasure.

I start to lose any rhythm I have as I suck on Kyle’s length, but he takes over no problem. Thrusting into my mouth, he watches my face to ensure I’m still doing okay, pleasure written all over his face despite his observant eyes. Wes gives a long hard suck directly on my clit and I explode, my body arching off the bed a little as I ride the waves of pleasure. Tingles run through my legs and Kyle’s cock stifles my screams. His thrusts stutter and he releases down my throat, filling my mouth with salty cum as fast as I can swallow.

“FUCK!” he exclaims as he collapses against the wall above me, keeping his weight off me.

Breathing hard, he pulls his hips back, releasing my mouth. My breaths come fast, small hums of pleasure escaping me as I come down from my high and the endorphins rush over me. Wes starts kissing his way up my body, placing his mouth on Kyle’s thighs as well as he moves up.

“Kyle’s right, you taste divine,” he whispers huskily.

“Mmmmm” is all I’m capable of responding.

Kyle moves off of me, and lays down next to me, caressing my face with the back of his fingers. The sound of foil ripping fills the room, and I look to see Wes rolling a condom down his rock-hard length.

“Not quite done with you, precious. I need to be inside you,” he says to me, positioning himself over me.

He glances up at me, the question in his eyes, but I keep my safeword to myself. Hearing nothing, he moves forward, easing his cock into me. It’s been so long since I’ve taken one in true pleasure that I’m almost overcome with euphoria.

“You feel so good,” I moan as he continues to push in.

“Fuck, you’re heaven,” he replies and sheaths himself to the hilt.

“Look at how good your pussy takes him, sweetheart, stretching so perfectly,” Kyle says, moving a hand to pinch at my nipples and roll them between his fingers.

Wes starts a steady rhythm, but I want more so I pull my feet up to cross them around his hips and pull him into me faster. My hips rise to meet him, chasing him to try to keep as close as I can.

“Need more?” he asks me, panting as he thrusts harder.

“Yes please!” I almost shout.

“You’ve been such a good girl and asked so nicely,” he says before pulling his body up and grabbing my hips.

At this angle, he’s deeper and my moans grow louder with the angle. His hips start to piston into me, fast and ruthless, chasing his pleasure and adding to mine. Kyle moves from my breasts down to my clit and he starts rubbing quick circles over it.

“Oh God!” I cry out, my body taught as a bowstring.

“Come for us, precious, give it to us,” Wes grits out.

There’s no stopping my orgasm as it crashes through me and I all but scream in pleasure. Wes thrusts through my spasming pussy and slams into me, holding himself against my pelvis as he comes. He throws his head back in pleasure, a low groan escaping him as he rides his own orgasm to completion.

“You are so perfect,” Kyle whispers. “Both of you.”

Pulling out, Wes gently removes his condom before tying it off and tossing it to the side. He lays down on my other side and pulls us all into a small cuddle pile. He sits up suddenly with a curse.

“Shit, your arms,” he says and unwind the tape.

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