Page 48 of The Hat Trick

“Since you’re not allowed to come yet, then I want that talented mouth.”

I don’t waste any time grabbing at his pants, undoing the button as fast as I can, he only helps me by lifting his hips slightly so I can pull his pants down to his ankles. As soon as they are far enough down, I grab for him, and lick him from base to tip. At the feel of my tongue, I can tell he stifles his groan. Since I’m not allowed to come until they tell me to, I’m going to make sure I drive all three of them insane. I’m going to put on a show.

I pull back for just a moment, keeping my eyes on his as I reach behind me to take off my bra. I glance over at Brent who still looks incredibly relaxed, but I can see the bulge in his pants as he watches me. Then I look at Matt who looks significantly less relaxed. He looks like he’s about two seconds away from tackling me to the floor and fucking me again.

His hands and jaw are clenched so tight I’m almost concerned he’s going to crack his molars. His eyes are full of so much heat as he stares at me, I’m seconds away from combusting. I break his intense eye contact and drop my bra on the floor before leaning back into Vince’s lap and taking him as far as I can into my mouth.

He’s unable to hold back his groan this time when I hollow out my cheeks and suckhard.His hands find their way into my hair, tangling in the strands while I pull back to lick just below the head of his dick, and squeezing the base with my hand. His grip tightens in my hair as he tries to control my movements and push me back down onto him.

I go willingly, letting him control my head, holding me exactly where he wants me as his hips start to thrust up. He’s stopped trying to hold back his moans at this point, and I love hearing it. I try to open my throat so he can thrust deeper despite my gagging.

“How does that feel, Dumont?” Brent asks.

“So fucking good. This mouth should be illegal,” he says on a groan while thrusting up even more, and I gag again, but he doesn’t let up.

I moan around him and try to shift my body slightly to relieve some of the ache at my core. I want to touch myself. I want one of the other men in the room to touch me. Or both of them.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come,” he grits out.

I suck him in further at the warning. I want to taste him. I want to take everything he’s going to give me. I want to continue this show for all of them. He grabs my hair tighter, holding me in place while he continues to fuck my mouth, and I grip his thighs, bracing myself until I get the first taste of him on my tongue. I swallow right away as he comes down my throat and I don’t let up until he’s practically pulling me off because of the overstimulation.

With a small smile on my mouth, I wipe the corner of my mouth with a single finger once I pull back. Vince grabs me and attacks my mouth with his like he can’t stand not to for another second. He forces his tongue into my mouth, tasting himself, but not seeming to care. I throw my arms around his neck, and he pulls me up onto his lap.

He’s still naked from the waist down, his cock right there, I’m so wet I could just slide down onto him as he begins to harden again beneath me, but I’m stopped by Brent’s strong voice calling my name. Vince and I break our mouths apart, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead, descending his lips down the side of my throat, nipping and sucking.

“Chandler,” Brent snaps again once my eyes drift closed.

I look over to him, and he gestures me over with his index and middle finger together. I pull Vince’s face back toward mine to kiss his mouth once more before sliding off his lap and making my way back over to Brent. I don’t dare look at Matt, I’m too afraid of what I’ll see. He’s being too quiet, and I don’t know if he’s angry about the situation, or as turned on by it as I am. Either way, I don’t want to know yet.

I place my hands on Brent’s thighs once again. “Can I have you now please?” I ask sweetly.

“Climb up here,” he instructs, and I do so willingly.

Settling on his lap, I swivel my hips and moan quietly at the friction I get from his clothes covered erection against me. Brent holds my hips still, and I want to protest. Somehow, I manage to hold it in especially when his green eyes stare into mine and he speaks.

“You can come now, beautiful. You’re going to come as many times as we want you to. Remember your safe words.”

I open my mouth to ask why I would need a safe word from coming, but decide not to talk back because I want the releases he’s promising me right now more than anything. So instead, I nod.

Brent smiles, “Good girl.”

I bite back my whimper and start to tug at his shirt. “Off.” He doesn’t stop me as I work the buttons apart until his bare chest is revealed to me. I run my hands along the defined muscles that were hiding underneath. I should see if I can get all three of them to be shirtless all the time around me. Now, that would be the dream.

Brent reaches between us, sliding his hand through my wetness and I instantly arch into him on a loud moan. I’m so pent up I swear I’m seconds away from coming if he just grazes my clit a couple more times.

“Fuck, you’re soaked. Is this from sucking Dumont’s cock?”

I nod. “And from wanting you to touch me.”

He hums, “And from McQuaid?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think he should have to watch how many times you are going to come on my cock?”

“Yes,”I moan while swiveling my hips once more before reaching down to free his length from the confines of his pants.

I stroke him, running my thumb along the piercing, and he groans slightly, thrusting up into my hand. He doesn’t rush me, though, and I think about how controlling he is and how he puts that control in my hands. I lift up onto my knees, lining him up beneath me before sinking down on a loud moan.

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