Page 15 of Hooked On Them

I reached up and rolled my nipples between my fingers, putting on a show I knew Dominic wouldn’t forget. His hand moved to his lap, palming the impressive bulge in his pants.

“You like watching, Dom? Do you like seeing how wet I am? How good he makes me feel?” I pinched my nipples hard, my head falling back.

Dominic didn’t answer, but his hand pressed harder against his erection.

Carter added a third finger, stroking that magic spot inside me as his tongue worked magic on my clit. I was close, and my thighs started to tremble.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” I used Carter’s hair as leverage, riding his face shamelessly.

Dominic finally unbuckled his belt, the sound of his zipper being lowered audible even over my heavy breathing. He freed himself, and my mouth went dry as he wrapped his hand around the base.

That was all it took to push me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me, my back arching off the couch as I bit my lip hard to stop from crying out. Carter didn’t let up, working me through every aftershock until I had to push his head and hand away, too sensitive to take anymore.

As my heart rate returned to normal, I was suddenly struck by an idea so delicious it made me shiver. I pulled Carter back onto the couch and reached for my purse, retrieving a condom. I tossed it at him with a smile. “Put this on.”

I stood on slightly shaky legs, turning to fully face Dominic. I ran my hands down my body, one stopping to circle my nipple while the other dipped between my legs. Behind me, I heard Carter fumbling with his belt, then the rustle of clothing.

“Do you like what you see?” I slid my finger deeper, loving how my own wetness coated my skin. The way Dominic’s hand moved on his thick length made my inner walls clench with need. I added a second finger, matching his slow, torturous rhythm.

His only response was a strangled groan that seemed torn from deep within his chest, his eyes burning into me with an intensity that made my skin tingle. The muscles in his forearm flexed with each stroke, and I imagined those strong hands on my body instead of my own.

The metallic crinkle of the foil packet drew my gaze over my shoulder. My breath caught as I watched Carter’s fingers expertly roll the latex down his thick, flushed length. The sight made my inner walls flutter with anticipation; his cock was every bit as magnificent as Dominic’s.

I turned back to meet Dominic’s burning stare as I stepped backward until my calves pressed against the couch cushions. With deliberate slowness, I placed one leg and then the other on either side of Carter’s thighs. The position left me completely exposed to Dominic’s hungry gaze. I reached between my thighs, wrapping my fingers around Carter’s rigid shaft to guide him to my entrance. A long, throaty moan escaped my lips as I sank down, taking him deep inside me inch by delicious inch until our bodies were fully joined.

“You’re perfect.” Carter’s teeth grazed my shoulder as his fingers dug into my hips. The slight pain only heightened my pleasure.

I began a torturously slow rhythm, rolling my hips and squeezing my inner muscles around him with each downward stroke, putting on a shameless display. “Watch how deep he fills me, Dom. Don’t you want to know how good this feels?”

The only response was Dominic’s harsh breathing and the mesmerizing view of his hand working his cock, his focus never wavering from where Carter and I were joined.

Arching back, I reached down between my spread thighs, my fingertip gliding along where Carter disappeared inside me. With deliberate pressure, I eased that finger in alongside him, the tight stretch making my toes curl.

“Oh, fuck,” Carter hissed, his cock twitching as his hips jerked upward involuntarily. His exhale warmed my neck.

The delicious burn as I worked a second finger in made me whimper. When I added a third, stretching myself wider around him, stars sparked behind my closed eyelids. The exquisite fullness bordered on overwhelming, my inner walls fluttering around the combined intrusion. Each tiny movement sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my core. I reveled in pushing my limits and testing how much intensity my body could handle.

“You need to experience this, Dominic,” I panted, my words coming out in a sultry whisper. “The way I squeeze around Carter’s cock and my fingers. Every inch of me is full, but I know my body can handle more.” I deliberately squeezed my inner muscles, drawing a deep groan from Carter.

Behind me, Carter’s chest heaved against my back, and his fingers flexed and released against my skin in time with each roll of my hips, betraying how close he was to losing control.

I held Dominic’s intense stare. “There’s another condom in my purse. Unless you’re afraid to find out how perfectly we’d all fit together.” My lips curved into a smile as his hand faltered on his length before speeding up.

“This pussy is so amazing. The way you’re riding my cock? Fuck, yes.” Carter moved his hand to rub my clit, the pad of his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves with devastating precision. “You’re missing out, Dominic.”

I slid my fingers out, feeling the clinging wetness as they left my stretched entrance. My eyes locked with Dominic’s as I brought them to my lips, making a show of each finger disappearing into my mouth one by one. I swirled my tongue around them, tasting the tangy sweetness of my arousal.

“Mm, I taste so good,” I purred, letting my eyelids flutter half-closed as I savored my own taste.

That was what broke Dominic’s resolve. He surged up from his seat, his magnificent body unfolding as he crossed the space between us in two long, purposeful strides. Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but not painful, pulling my glistening fingers from my mouth and sucking them deeply into his own.

I was transfixed by the hollow of his cheeks as he tasted me. My inner walls clenched hard around Carter in response, drawing a muffled curse from him.

Dominic released me with an obscene pop and crushed his mouth to mine. It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was all teeth and tongue, frustration and desire. His hand tangled in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted me as he devoured my mouth.

“Where’s the condom?” His voice had dropped so low that he didn’t sound like himself.

I nodded toward my purse with a triumphant smile. Carter was rolling his hips under me, his hands now cupping my breasts as he watched our exchange over my shoulder.

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