My abs brushed up against his hard cock as we moved, our precum mixing with our sweat and making us sticky. I rounded my back, giving his dick some breathing room. I didn’t want him to come just yet.
“I wish you could see my dick fuck your hole, pretty girl.” I stared between us.
“Please,” Elliott rasped, tugging my head up by my hair. “I… I need to come.”
“Not yet. I don’t want it to be over yet.” I avoided his sweet spot, trying to prolong things while bucking harder into him. “We’re gonna break this fucking bed.”
His hair was all over the place, the elastic holding it up no match for me. I turned his head, sucking my mark into his neck.
We fucked for what felt like hours. Elliott went where I tossed him, took what I gave him, whining like a thirsty little whore whenever I pulled out of him.
I flung him to his hands and knees again, his hungry ass backing up, seeking out my dick.
Miguel still watched from his corner, his sweats soaked through with his cum.
I’d never been this way with Elliott before, this brutal, but being brutal was the only way I knew how to process fear.
We fucked until we faltered, kissed until our lips were raw and swollen, and shouted until we’d shredded our voices.
Finally, I reached under him to jerk his cock. My hips snapped at a frantic speed, my dick a sledgehammer against that spot that made him lose it every time. “Come,” I demanded. “Fucking come for me.” The air was thick, heady, and I thought I might choke on my own pulse.
Elliott’s shout was deafening, his orgasm tearing through him, erupting over my fist like a volcano.
I came right behind him, biting down on his shoulder, rutting into him, branding him, and pumping him full of cum.
He collapsed onto his stomach, and I spread out over him, thrusting into the cum puddle I’d created inside of him.
“You hear that, pretty girl?” I breathed, getting high off the squelching sounds we made. I fucked him until my soft cock slipped from his body, then lapped up his cum from my hand.
We were drained, both our bodies trembling from the aftershocks.
“I’ll get the washcloth and balm,” Miguel said, sounding more angry than lusty now.
I stuffed the cum leaking from Elliott’s hole back inside him. “You’re nice and full, pretty girl. My money’s on triplets.” I kept him plugged until Miguel returned.
“Thanks,” I said, taking the warm cloth from him. He set the balm down without saying a word.
I cleaned Elliott up, applying the balm to his ass cheeks before moving him to the living room couch so I could change the sheets. I spread him out in the center of the bed when I was done, moving his hair off his face. He groaned but didn’t wake up.
Miguel watched me closely the whole time, like he didn’t trust me with him. He waited until I had Elliott safely tucked in before storming from the room.
I sighed, kissing Elliott’s cheek, my body still buzzing with energy.
He blinked awake, licking his dry lips. “What’s wrong?” He brushed his fingers down my cheek.
“Nothing. Go back to sleep.”
He looked around the room. “Where’s Guelly?”
“I think he’s pissed at me, too.”
Elliott exhaled, falling back onto his pillow. “Go take care of him.”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine until you’re done with him.”
I kissed him again, then went to find Miguel.