Page 35 of Set Me On Fire

“Charlie, you got any?” I asked our teammate, but he threw his hands up.

“I love how you think I’m the one carrying. I didn’t exactly expect this to happen tonight.”

“Millie?”

She shot me a long look, but her eyes were drawn back to Noah’s real quick.

“I’m on the pill. I can…”

She didn’t get to finish that sentence, letting out a long groan as Noah moved, shoving himself inside her. A sharp look to Charlie and we were moving. Kissing the nape of her neck, catching the way her body swayed as the two of them began to fuck. She met him stroke for stroke, and we were right there with her. I was kissing those lips, those tits, stroking the soft swell of her stomach, unable to get enough, but Charlie? He shifted in behind her, hands trailing down her spine until she suddenly stilled.

“What’re you thinking, Millie?” He sounded like the snake in the Garden of Eden, about to tempt Eve with all the world’s pleasures. “Want to feel really full?”

I frowned at him over her shoulder, hoping like fuck he intended to do proper prep. Anal could really hurt a girl if unprepared.

“Mm…” She didn’t stiffen, instead turning from a solid to a liquid as he tantalised her with the option. “Yes…” Millie leaned forward, kissing Noah slow and soft as Charlie moved.

“Lube?” he hissed.

“What am I, a fucking chemist or something?” I whispered back.

That didn’t stop me from getting up and off the bed. The adjoining en suite had shampoo, conditioner, hand soap.

And baby oil.

Someone obviously used that to moisturise their skin or whatever, but we had a far better use for it. I tossed the bottle over to Charlie and he caught it with a grin.

“Stay right there. Just like that,” he crooned, the slick sounds making clear what he was doing. I didn’t really want to look down, but I was forced to, wanting to make sure he was taking his time. “Oh, you’ve done this before. Look at you, opening up for me. Good girl. This is gonna feel so fucking good.”

I felt like all the blood was rushing from my head to make my dick throb painfully as Charlie’s fingers disappeared inside her arse, working them back and forth. Break time was over. Noah and Millie moved, her hips shifting with real intent, working herself back on Noah’s dick and Charlie’s fingers. She didn’t miss a beat when he lined his dick up instead of his hand, groaning as he pierced her through.

“Fuck… fuck…”

It was like Charlie didn’t expect this to actually happen, or perhaps it was just the velvety suck of Millie driving all sense out of him. Not for long. His hands slapped down around her waist, gripping tightly as he began to thrust.

“Look at you, taking all of me.” She couldn’t reply, forced to stay still now as the guys worked. Her head hung down, her face a mask of ecstasy as I crept closer. “That’s it. You feel so fucking good.”

She did.

My cock remembered the feel of those lips stretched tightly around the head, every part of me wanting to surrender to the suction, which was perhaps what drew me closer.

“You can take all of us.” Her head snapped up, and something animal lived in her eyes, wild and unapologetic. Any residual doubts about whether or not she wanted this were instantly erased. “Can’t you? Because those fucking lips…”

I didn’t need to say any more because she knew. They were pounding into her, dragging her along with their pleasure to make a brand new one of her own, and that’s when I realised. There was something generous in Millie, giving in a way I wanted to explore more, but instead, her hand whipped out and drew me closer. Her mouth stopped panting just long enough to suck me in.

I felt her breath around my cock, then her lips, a harsh suction forcing me to grunt in response. Each time Noah and Charlie drove into her, she rocked forward and onto me. It was a strange tide, swaying back and forth, threatening to drown all of us, but I’d go willingly. Down, down, down into the liquid depths of ecstasy.

When my balls pulled up tight, when I couldn’t help but unload down her throat, I knew it wouldn’t be enough. I’d want more, want her, long after this night was done. She came on their cocks, screaming as she wrung every drop of seed out of them, and for just a moment, we collapsed down onto the bed, exhausted.

Not for long.

I needed to sleep.Eight hours, in bed by ten PM each night, that was me, and yet I couldn’t. Maybe it was all the bodies on the bed, maybe it was just her, because no matter howdeeply I dreamed, my hand was on her. Stroking her flanks, pulling her closer, my cock rising as I breathed in the perfume she’d sprayed in her hair. It came as no surprise that I began to harden in response. She noticed too, shifting her hips backwards, grinding into me in slow circles until I woke up fully, grabbing her by the waist.

“You better be sure this is what you want,” I growled in a low voice.

“Not sure,” she replied in a husky voice, “but determined to try. This is like climbing Mount Everest or something. You only do it… ohhh…”

Of course she worked herself down to the root. Of course her cunt clasped me tighter than a fist, but so much softer, wetter. Of course this felt like the best damn fuck I’d had in years. She was a dark shape, a demon lover in the darkness, riding me for her own pleasure and mine. I thumbed her clit, matching her strokes to mine, feeling her thighs quiver.

---