Page 30 of Doubling Down

“What is it, baby?” He squats again, raising a hand to rest it on the crown of my head.

“Just make sure you don’t block my view of the mirror. I want to see.”

He smirks and glances over his shoulder. “That’s what it’s there for, but I see what you mean. I’ll stay out of the way for now.”

He moves behind me, resting a hand on my shoulder, then sliding it down to cup one breast and pinch my nipple. I watch our reflections, hyperconscious of how exposed, how immobilized I am, then watch as Simon and Sheridan close in on me.

Simon approaches my head first, bending to kiss me, then kneeling near my breasts. He lavishes them with attention, sucking and fondling until I’m flushed and panting.

My gaze drifts to Sheridan, who has grasped my foot where it’s suspended overhead. He squeezes it lightly, then coasts his hand down my lower leg, over my knee, and down my thigh. It isn’t until he pauses and lifts his other hand that I realize he’s holding a bottle of lube. He squirts some into his palm, then hands it to Jude, who sets it aside.

He’s quiet at first, until he covers two fingers in the lube and slides them between my ass cheeks. He probes carefully at my rear opening, watching my face intently. If I could spread wider, I would, because the gentle tease just makes me crave full penetration.

“Tell me what you like, pet,” he says in a low voice. “Do you want me to fuck this tight little arse of yours?” He pushes the tip of one finger past the barrier and sensation explodes through me, making me gasp. Sheridan chuckles, withdrawing his fingertip, then pushing two in a second later. “I want to hear you say it, Sarah.”

I’m about to blurt out the words when Simon’s slow kisses make it to my pelvis. He runs his tongue across the hood of my clit, then gently grasps it between his teeth, and I lose all sense of restraint.

“God, I want you both to fuck me so bad. I want your hard cock in my ass now, please!”

Sheridan hums, twisting his fingers in my backside. He pulls them out and inserts them again with a fresh coating of lube, gives a few strokes, then wraps the hand holding the remaining lube around his cock, coating it liberally until the clear fluid drips off his balls. Then he grasps my upper ass cheek and moves in.

My pussy throbs and heats in anticipation, and my eyes flutter closed as he presses the tip of his cock to my rear entrance.

Jude strokes my head and bends down, coaching me to relax, but I’m prepared. Being completely restrained makes it easy to let go, to keep my body loose, despite an unbearable need to push back against the prodding shaft working its way into me.

Sheridan moves slowly, carefully, every gentle push and withdraw moving him deeper. I want to tell him to just shove it in, but I kind of love the way this feels too, especially with Simon’s tongue gently lapping at my pussy. Slow is better, because I want all three of them filling me before I give in completely to the pleasure.

My head is buzzing from it already, Sheridan’s cock gradually filling me until I finally feel his balls resting soft against my skin. I only partly make out a murmur that I realize is directed at Simon. “Your turn, mate,” I think is what he says, which makes sense since Simon stands then and rests a hand against my upraised thigh.

“You ready for another dick inside you, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” I whimper, resisting the urge to squirm against Sheridan, who is holding too damn still right now.

He moves into position, and all I see in the mirror is his tight ass and muscular, tattooed back, but I fixate on the scene, watching every muscle flex as he presses his cock to my slick entrance. He lets out a groan as he slides in, as quick and smooth as a hot knife through butter, and just as satisfying.

“Ohhh,” I groan. “Oh god, yes. Please, please fuck me. Please don’t hold back.”

The two of them lock eyes, and Sheridan bites his lower lip as he slides back out, one hand gripping my foot again and the other squeezing my ass. Simon reaches down and grips my other ankle. He pulls, and the cable gives just enough for him to hook my knee over his hip to get a better angle. It’s tight; he and Sheridan have very little room to maneuver.

“You can touch me,” Sheridan says, pausing when Simon hesitates about where to put his other hand. Sheridan grabs Simon’s wrist and places his hand on his shoulder. Simon utters a breathless “okay,” then a soft groan as they both find a rhythm that’s so delicious I close my eyes just to feel them.

When I open them again, the two are practically embracing, their gazes shifting between each other’s faces and the place where their cocks are sliding in and out of me in perfect synchronicity. Jude’s watching too, an inscrutable look on his face, but the pair don’t seem to register our interest.

“Kiss him,” I say, blurting the command to the mirror. I’m not even sure who I’m directing it to, but they both glance at me for a beat, then react in unison. They shove into me hard as they lean in, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve seen all day. They grapple one-handed, still holding onto me with their other hands, still fucking me so well I have trouble focusing. It takes Jude’s grip on my chin for me to tear my attention away.

“I’m sure you’re enthralled, but it’s my turn now. Open up for me, baby.”

I tilt my head toward him and am faced with his glorious erection, pre-cum weeping from his tip. He holds his cock in front of me and I extend my tongue, grateful for something to focus on to help delay my inevitable crumbling from the pair of dicks bent on destroying my will.

He makes an impatient noise as I tease my tongue through his slit, and I dart a sly look at him. “You’re desperate to fuck my throat, aren’t you?”

“Been thinking about it all fucking day,” he says. “We’ve never done it like this. Can you handle it?”

“I want to swallow you whole, Jude. Do it.”

He grasps my braid and uses it to leverage my head toward his pelvis. I open my mouth as wide as I can, already salivating more than I thought possible. I’ve always adored sucking them off, and I have practiced suppressing my gag reflex to take a man deeper when I do. But in reality, every time I practiced, I thought of what I would do if I had the two of them together again.

This particular scenario never crossed my mind, but I’m ready when he pushes into my mouth so far the instinct to swallow kicks in. I close my eyes and force a breath through my nose, willing my throat to relax so he can go deeper.

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