Page 126 of The Dollhouse

I mean, I didn’t think we’d both be on this bed if I was a mere boy. There weren’t that many years between us. Five years, maybe? Either way, I wasn’t a boy, and Carter knew that.

Carter switched them, so Zoey lay on the bed beneath his wide frame, and he had her legs spread open for him in the next second. He didn’t wait another moment; he pushed inside of her, his top half shuddering as he filled her up. I could imagine exactly how that felt, and as he picked up a wild pace with her, I tried not to watch.

Zoey made the not-watching easier by extending a hand toward me, wrapping that hand around my slick length and pumping her fist against me while Carter went like a maniac between her legs. My dick had already gotten a workout, but with her pumping along it—more like jerking, really, with how hard Carter fucked her—it stayed quite hard, and I knew I’d be more than ready to feel her body around mine once again.

The pace Carter took slowed somewhat, and he managed to pull out of her. I didn’t think he’d come already, mostly because he hadn’t tensed up or cried out or any of that, so I didn’t know what he planned on doing—but a few seconds later, everyone in the room knew.

Mostly because he’d tossed a glance at Roman, whose dick had hardened into steel while watching us. Carter stared at the other man expectantly, waiting, and soon enough Roman delivered by saying, “Get her on her hands and knees between you. Carter, you take her cunt. Lake, you get her mouth. Fuck her like you’ve never fucked anything before.” His words were an order, a command, and although I was not his to command, I found myself listening to him regardless.

It was like both Carter and I were in a trance, the very same trance, and Zoey was more than happy to do whatever it was Roman wanted. Carter rolled her onto her stomach, and she got on her hands and knees. He took up a position behind her, eyes on me, as if making sure I understood my role in this.

And I did; I was moving before her face, on my knees on the bed, my dick just inches away from that gorgeous mouth.

I couldn’t even think about how weird this was, how strange it was to have someone watching, someone else getting off on this, telling us what to do. And I definitely couldn’t think about how it was even stranger to listen and do everything Roman had said.

Carter’s hands spread Zoey’s ass cheeks, and I pushed a hand into her pink hair. The moment he pushed into her from behind, I did the same to her mouth. In I went, feeling her tongue run against the bottom of my dick.

And then… then it was like someone else took over, like I became someone who wasn’t me. Someone more like Carter, more like Roman. I didn’t know I had it in me, but apparently I did. If you would’ve asked me right then where this other me had been hiding, I’d tell you I had no freaking idea.

Carter fucked her from behind, and I fucked her mouth. No one’s movements were soft and gentle. It was all rough and hard jerks, no sweetness to be seen.

I couldn’t say if I acted this way because Roman had instructed me to or not; I wasn’t really a take-charge kind of person, especially in bed. This was so unlike me, and yet Zoey seemed to be at home between Carter and me, her body being used every which way. She didn’t complain, didn’t push either of us off, didn’t gag on my dick. She took it like a champ, being fucked from the front and the back at the same time.

It must’ve looked a sight to Roman. I couldn’t imagine how wild the bed looked, how crazed and out of our minds we looked. I could see Carter across from me, nothing but the smoothness of Zoey’s back between us. I could see the look in his eyes, how his mouth hung down just a bit. He went at her with a fierceness I tried to match, but I wasn’t used to going at Zoey like an animal. That was his thing, not mine.

And yet here I was, my dick in her mouth, fingers in her hair, pulling as I rocked my hips back and forth. I lost myself to the feeling of her wet, warm mouth wrapped around my dick, the feeling of her throat and its tightness when it pushed all the way in. I used her body to bring about another release, and this time, when the orgasm came, I grunted a sound that was much more like Carter’s typical noises.

My balls tightened, my cock twitching in her mouth. Cum shot out from my tip, straight into Zoey’s throat. I felt her working to swallow it, to take every drop of cum that came from me the same moment her body jerked from behind.

Carter’s release came almost at the same time. His hips jerked, his length pumping into her hard. His top half bent over somewhat, his eyelids shutting as a loud groan came from his chest. The hands he had on Zoey’s sides dug in so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if her skin was bruised tomorrow. He emptied himself inside her, letting her pussy milk him dry.

Together, we were slow in pulling out of her, both of us breathing hard. Between us, Zoey licked her lips and grinned, and I knew she was ready for more. She always was. Kind of like Carter in that respect, I think.

Me? I was kind of tired, slowly getting back into myself, my normal frame of mind. Or, that’s what I thought, until the third man in the room approached the bed, working on his belt and his pants to pull out his dick.

Roman spoke, his voice a command, much like it always was, “Get her on the edge. Hold her down for me.”

Zoey needed no help in getting into position, but Carter and I helped her anyway. Once her legs were off the bed, mirroring the position I’d taken in the beginning, before all of my clothes had come off, Carter and I each took an arm of hers and held it down above her head. She was bared and spread for Roman, the area between her legs oozing cum.

If you would’ve asked me how I thought today would go, I would’ve told you anything but this. It wasn’t like I’d come here expecting this to happen, or wanting it—somehow, though, time with Zoey was always a surprise.

Both Carter’s and my eyes dragged along Zoey’s naked body, taking in her bare chest, how it heaved, how her white skin held a pinkish tone to it. I didn’t stare at Roman as he pushed into her, instead watching Zoey’s reaction to being filled by him. Her back arched, her eyes shut, and she let out a short sigh of a breath that made my dick twitch again, as if it hadn’t just come twice.

Roman’s movements were deliberate and strong. He still had on most of his clothes, too. Maybe it was just me, but I had no idea how the heck he could be with her while still wearing his suit and jacket. Just seemed like a whole lot of clothes. I’d be bursting into a big ball of sweat if I was him.

But, uh, I wasn’t him. Obviously. No one was Roman except Roman himself.

Then again, I had no idea who the heck wouldwantto be like Roman. He was… let’s just say not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill guy.

After a few minutes of fucking, Roman’s hand shot out, gripping Zoey’s throat, fingers curling around her neck and holding onto it roughly while he continued to have at her. The whole bed shook every time he pumped into her body, her tits swaying with the impact. Even with his hand on her neck, she let out soft cries of pleasure every now and then, lost in the feeling of Carter and me holding her arms back while Roman went at her body like he hadn’t felt her in years.

From what she had told me before, Roman didn’t seek relief after each voyeuristic session. I didn’t know if that meant this time had been too much for him to hold back, maybe too hot watching both Carter and I go at her at the same time, or what. I supposed it didn’t really matter. This relationship between us all was only set to continue down the path we were on.

Roman’s movements took on a different pace, hips bearing down onto her core as his dick filled her up. She cried out, her body trembling with the assault, and mere moments before Roman himself erupted in her, she came, her muscles twitching and tightening. Roman’s eyes were on her, watching her unravel on his cock, and the sound that left him when an orgasm took hold of him was more like a roar.

Yes, like a thunderous roar, an animalistic sound of a beast claiming its mate. That’s what Zoey was to all of us. Ours. Whether we were alone with her or together with her, she was ours, and it was more than clear no one here ever wanted to give her up.

Once Roman was done, once his dick had let loose cum inside her, he withdrew himself, releasing his hold on her neck and taking a step back. He stuffed his cock away and fixed his clothes shortly after that, dark stare moving to Carter before he said, “Come on. Let us give Zoey and Lake the room.” Not waiting for Carter to get dressed, he left the bedroom.

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